This idea came into my head when I was writing a oneshot request, and I wanted to share it :)
WARNING: This story contains minor references to the film 'Child's Play' (AKA Chucky), and if you have a fear of clowns I'd recommend that you don't read this.
I don't own anything.
Enjoy, and review please!
Deidara, Itachi, Kisame and Hidan sat in the living room, munching popcorn and watching late-night TV.
It was just a normal Friday night; Kakuzu was busy counting his money, Tobi was helping Zetsu plant some flowers in the front garden, Sasori was busy working on a puppet, Leader was in his office, planning world-domination, and Konan was taking a bath (they had been warned to avoid the bathroom for the next few hours…on pain of death).
The small group of men had decided to watch the horror movie marathon on Ninja TV, the only half-decent channel in their opinion. (Well, Hidan's opinion really, but no-one had bothered contradicting him, as he would have spent the whole night swearing and trying to sacrifice whoever said it.)
They were happily watching Dracula sink his fangs into a woman's neck, when suddenly, the lights clicked off and a low moan was heard from the doorway.
Kisame snapped round, straining his eyes in the darkness.
"Itachi," He hissed.
"I'm on it." Was the quiet response, before two red circles could be seen, slightly luminous in the darkness.
The TV clicked off, and Hidan slid a little closer to Deidara.
A lone flashlight beam penetrated the darkness, and the men stared at the figure that had just entered the living room. It appeared to be a clown, with spiky scarlet hair and pale, porcelain skin. It had bulging grey eyes, and several deep scars on its face. It was dressed in a pair of blue denim dungarees, with a stripy long-sleeved T-shirt underneath.
"D-danna?" Deidara stuttered, standing up cautiously. "Wh-what happened, un?"
The clown turned to face him, unblinking.
"I'm Chucky." It said in an eerie, high-pitched voice. The group saw that it had a large kitchen knife in its right hand. "I'm going to kill you now."
The group huddled closer together, and a loud girlish scream was heard as the creature advanced, still holding the knife.
Suddenly, the lights clicked back on, and the creature froze.
Konan stood in the doorway; dressed in her usual attire, but with her hair wet and her arms crossed. She looked decidedly ticked off.
"Sasori," She said in a voice dripping with venom. "Did you forget to take your medication again?"
Sasori gulped and turned around to face the angry kunoichi.
"Eep."
"Come here."
They stared as Konan tapped her foot impatiently, before Sasori reluctantly walked out of the door, dragging his heels.
"Sorry about that," She said cheerfully. "Continue!"
She turned on her heels and walked out of the room, shutting the door behind her.
The four men glanced at each other, and quietly vowed never to speak of that night ever again, before they turned the TV off and went to bed.
The next morning, Sasori remembered nothing.
...And they never did find out who it was that screamed...