Art The Clown gives a haircut by Brown

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It was Halloween night and Oktay found awoken in an abandoned building. It was cold and silent with only the sound of water dripping from a pipe. Oktay yelled, "Hello?"

Then he heard a door slam and Art the Clown appeared. Oktay began to have a panic attack yelling and shouting as he failed to release himself. Art menacingly stood infront of Oktay and silently raised his finger to his mouth signaling to Oktay to remain silent.

Art the clown usually took sadistic pleasure in mutilating people but this time around he decided to use his sadistic nature by giving his victim a haircut. Oktay had a top knot hairstyle that was jet black and he had a nicely trimmed beard but that was all about to change.

Oktay began to cry as he mumbled, "please..."

Art the clown dug into his infamous black plastic bag, but this time around he pulled out a pair of clippers instead of a weapon.

Art the clown grinned as he waved the clippers infront of Oktay who was dumbfounded. Oktay perplexed asked Art, "wait so you just want to give me a haircut?"

Art grinned and nodded his head. Oktay then asked, "So you're not going to hurt me?"

Art shrugged and mimicked as if he was contemplating. Oktay tried to reason with Art by telling him, "You can give me any haircut you want just please don't hurt me!"

Art smiled and turned on the clippers as he began shaving the right side of Oktay's head. Art would dramatically sprinkle the shorn hair onto Oktay's lap. Art then began shaving the left side of Oktay's head. Art decided to give Oktay a Mohawk.

Then Art yanked Oktay's hair back. Oktay breathed nervously as he was forced to look up at the ceiling. Art began to shave Oktay's beard and just left him a mustache.

Finally when Art was finished giving Oktay the haircut he rummaged through his large plastic bag and pulled out a mirror for Oktay to see his makeover.

Oktay laughed nervously as he stared at his reflection. Oktay looked ridiculous without his beard. His amateur Mohawk wasn't much better either. Poor Oktay no longer had his top knot hairstyle he now has a crooked Mohawk with the rest of his head shorn down to a zero. Nonetheless Oktay was greatfull that Art didn't violently hack him to pieces. Oktay managed to tell Art, "Wow... I really like the haircut... thank you Art."

Art pretend to blush from the compliment as he theatrical blinked his eyes and waved his hands. Art then rummaged through his plastic bag and took out a glass jar filled with a gunky brown substance once Art opened the jar a foul odar assaulted Oktay's nose.

Oktay gagged and innocently asked, "What is that?"

Art simply pointed to his bottom before scooping out the brown substance and applying a handful of the putrid brown substance onto Oktay's hair. Art used the brown substance to stick Oktay's Mohawk up before once again showing Oktay his reflection.

Oktay stared at his reflection. It was a humiliating sight with nauseating brown gunk smeared onto his hair as a makeshift pomade. Oktay's Mohawk now stood but with the end of his Mohawk flopping to the side.

Nonetheless Oktay remained polite and told Art, "wow it looks... really great! I love the brown stuff you added on my Mohawk!"

Art silently laughed and pinched his nostrils gesturing how smelly Oktay was.

Oktay laughed nervously, "yeah my Mohawk does stink but it's perfect!Thank you so much for the haircut!"

Art gestured a heart on his chest before applying more of the fowl brown substance on Oktay's hair as well as the shaved sides of Oktay's head. Oktay felt the warm slimy substance thoroughly rubbed onto his head but didn't dare try to act disgusted.

Oktay sat uncomfortably but continued to play along while being polite. Oktay tried to sound happy as he told Art, "Wow more of that special pomade! Thanks Art I really appreciate it!"

After Art perfected the atrocious Mohawk he began to untie Oktay. Okay was over the moon that Art was setting him free but tried to remain composed. After Oktay stood up Art stretched his arms out for a hug. Oktay played along once again and gave Art a hug. It was strangely a wholesome moment as Oktay and the deranged clown hugged. As Art patted Oktay's back Oktay once again thanked Art for the haircut.

Once the warm embrace was over Art gestured Oktay to exit the building. Oktay waved Art goodbye and Art waved back.

Finally Oktay was out of the building. He never appreciated the cool fresh air of the dark night as he did now. Oktay was free and managed to survive Art's madness. Oktay took his phone out and looked at his reflection. His mustache and his crooked Mohawk covered in the brown covered gunk was so ridiculous looking that even Oktay couldn't stop himself from laughing. Oktay continued walking home with his head smelling like sewage but greatful to get out alive. Oktay will forever value his life.

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