It seems you all love his crazy ass. And I'm glad! Sorry it took so long!

This is a sequel to his pilot.

Listen to: Another way out by Hollywood undead, or Kill everyone by Hollywood undead for the best effect!

Oh, a fact about Hugo, his left eye is lazy, and he's big af. And I've been drawing him and Peach constantly.

Enjoy!

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To say your head hurt was just a dull way to put it. Your temples felt like hell, it felt like someone had hit you in the skull with a sledgehammer.

Bits of pieces of last night filled your head, all you could remember was going to the carnival with your brother..? And a weird skeleton clown guy?

Your eyes widened and you looked around the room you were in. You could smell the scent of cinnamon and icing? Did he kidnap you and bake cinnamon rolls?

Where was your brother? You could only hope the police had found him in your car. But.. Where were you?

Looking down, you were tied to a chair. Tight rope around your legs and wrists, and a chain around your waist? What the hell did that pennywise reject want from you?

You were in a bedroom? The walls were crimson with light red stripes. Many circus posters were pinned to the walls, along with many prizes you would win at the fair.

There was a king sized bed to the left of you, it was made neatly. With one big yellow star pillow with a couple more stuffed animals. A large wooden dresser was next to the bed with a ten gallon fishtank that held two gold fish.

Above the headboard was many different weapons. Shined to perfection. All had been customized to fit the circus theme of the bedroom. Axes, knives, butcher's cleavers.

A pile of clothes were on the floor along with food wrappers, but other than that the room was clean.

The bedroom door was painted a light maroon, the door handle twisted making your heart begin to race.

Instead of the giant axe throwing skeleton, your eyes looked up in confusion at the small skeleton monster instead.

She wore a pink sweater that had been knitted by a child. Big red glasses, a pearl necklace and a pair of mom jeans. "Hugo? Honey what have I told you about your dirty laundry?" She huffs and bends down to pick up the piles of clothes.

Was she.. His mother? You'd hate to see what his father looked like.. Hugo must have gotten his terrifying looks from him. His mom was tiny, she would have to stand on a ladder just to hug him!

Her gold eyes looked over at you, and she didn't look surprised at all. "You're alive?" Is all she asks, resting the laundry basket on her hip.

"...what? Please, help me! He kidnapped me!" You plead to her.

She rolls her eyes. "You should be happy you're still alive. Not many of my sons play things live this long. But.. You are rather pretty.. I think he likes you." She smiles sweetly.

You couldn't believe her. She was fine with him killing people and torturing them!? You were wrong.. He probably got all of his craziness from his mother if she thinks this is all normal.

"What!? Are you out of your mind?"

"Watch your mouth young lady! I will not be disrespected in my own house! Hugo!" She calls over her shoulder.

"Wh- No! Please! He'll kill me!" Your heart is hammering out of your chest now. Cold sweat formed on your forehead.

You hear thumping down the hall and the sound of something metal being dragged across the wooden floors.

Miss Hitchcock sits on the bed with her arms crossed. "Oh please, if he wanted to kill you, we wouldn't be having this conversation." Her new yorker accent was thick when she was angry.

She kind of sounded like Harley Quinn.

Hugo's massive form ducked under the doorway and he tossed the bloody axe he was carrying on the dresser. "Heya ma. What's wrong? Heheh.. Haha!" He cackles like the lunatic he is.

Miss Hitchcock jumps off the bed and wraps her arms around his waist. "I'm glad you're home sweetie. But could you please not get blood on my floors? Its hard to clean up."

He kneels down to her level with a goofy smile on his face. "Sorry ma! I'll be more careful next time..hehhe hah!" His swirly eye light turns to you, his other slowly following the other.

"Ah! Good morning cotton candy! I was wonderin' when ya we're gonna wake up! Sleepyhead! Heheheh.. Hah.. Ha!" The ringleader walks over to you, after pecking his mother's cheek.

He runs his phalanges through your hair, tucking your bangs behind your ear. "What do ya think ma? Is she a keeper?"

Miss Hitchcock taps her foot. "If she watches that mouth of hers, then maybe... I'm going to start on dinner." Without another word she walks out of the bedroom with the laundry basket in her arms.

Once she's gone, you feel less safe than you did before. He sat on the bed across from you with his hands in his lap. Every so often, one of them would twitch.

"What do you want from me.." You ask him, looking into the eyes of a psychotic maniac.

Hugo shrugs his shoulders. "...nothin'. I just think yer pretty! All I want is some company.." He tilts his head.

"Where's my brother!"

"Aww.. Yer so worried for the little snot aren't cha? Don't worry about em'. He'll be fine, the coppers got em now." The fun-isher says, like everything is normal and that he didn't kidnap you.

"..what are you going to do to me.." The dreaded question leaves your lips, you weren't sure if he'd just kill you once he was bored with you or.. Something worse.

"...nothing you're thinking cupcake! If it helps I'm asexual! He he..heheheh hah!" He giggles. "I just want a girl to come home to! And you were at the right place at the wrong time! Now! Let's get some dinner!"

He stands up to his full height, he was over six foot but it was difficult to guess what his full height was...he reached over and picked up you and the chair!

How strong was he!? You were sitting in a wooden chair with heavy chains around your waist! How the hell did he pick you up like a leaf!?

"C'mon, we don't want to keep ma waiting!" He smiles, showing off those needles he calls his teeth. He proceeds to drag you down the hall by the back of the chair.

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He had propped you in front of a dining table, the kitchen was also painted with a red theme. Miss Hitchcock's back was to you as she finished the last touches on the potato's.

"What's cookin' ma?" Hugo asks, his massive form taking a seat at the small table next to you.

Miss Hitchcock smiles. "Only your favorite sweetheart. Steak, potato's and cinnamon rolls for dessert!"

"Ooh! Goodie!" Hugo claps his hands with that same goofy smile on his face. "You're gonna love ma's cooking cotton candy! She's the best cook in the entire universe!"

You nervously smiled as to not anger him, you knew what he was capable of. "I'm sure I will.."

His mother set out each plate, and it smelled amazing. Even if your kidnapper was sitting right next to you.. You couldn't argue with your rumbling stomach.

"Um.. Will your father be joining us?" You ask.

Hugo's eye lights disappear. And Miss Hitchcock stabs her large knife into the cutting board, cracking it.

"We don't speak of such things." She warns, her golden eye lights fuming with anger.

"I apologize.. I had no idea.." You mutter nervously.

"...you couldn't have known. Look, I'm sorry for snapping at you Missy. Its just.. We don't talk about.. Him." She narrows her eyes and hisses at the mention of 'him.'

Hugo reaches over and rubs his mother's shoulder in a way to comfort her. "Sorry ma.. She didn't mean to upset you.."

"I know she didn't sweet face. Let's just enjoy our dinner.. Shall we?" She sadly smiles and takes a seat across from you.

Hugo nods happily, digging into his plate like a starved man. While you only had one of your hands freed, you decided to eat something as well.

You hoped your brother was alright.. If you survived the ringleader's twisted affection.. You would hug him and never let him go.

End..? I hope you enjoyed! Hugo isn't yandere exactly? But kind? Idk.. He's a mommas boy I can tell you that!

Remember everything I write is fiction, and irl I don't condone the actions of a real yandere.

Xoxo -Artsy.