"Oh, drats!"

Pia was annoyed. This being at the start of a new semester, Pia had pulled a few marathon sessions of reading. This was her usual modus operandi. She would read as much of the curriculum as early as possible, thus freeing her up to spend her time as she wished earlier in the semester. This was a tactic that had served her admirably in the past. Pia had an incredible stamina for reading.
But now she was tired, and deciding she had done pretty well for now, decided to treat herself a little. A little sunshine would do her good.
So soon she was outside, dressed in her yellow and blue sun dress, walking down the so-called promenade pathway, that gave good view of the beautiful beaches. Deciding she deserved something extra, she had bought an ice cream cone, and was now lapping at it with her little tongue while walking leisurely. Pia had chosen the place for her little stroll well. There was some trees nearby, but not so close that something hidden inside them could snatch her without emerging from cover. Other students passed by. If she screamed, someone would hear her.

It was a beautiful day. Pia was feeling she would quite enjoy it. Until the ice cram decided otherwise, a solid lump of it sliding of the cone and landing in her cleavage.

"What?", Pia said, taking the card and turning it. A joker? Her predicament with the ice cream briefly forgotten, Pia stood there, bewildered.
What could that mean? She looked up. Was that something moving? She was not sure. She looked around her, but did not see anyone nearby that could have tossed her that card. Was it cough by the wind? Sometimes girl used to relax here, on the grass. Maybe playing a game of cards to pass the time. It was not improbable, but Pia still felt unease. If something weird happened at Shokushu, it would usually be bad.

"Gah!", she exclaimed. The ice cream was rapidly melting in the sun. Her cleavage was now soaked with it, chocolate, vanilla and strawberry running down between her orbs. This would mess up her dress. And her bra!

Pia fumbled a little, trying to scoop up what had not melted with one hand, while fumbling around in her hand bag with the other, trying to find a paper napkin so that she could wipe herself. During her panicked fumbling, she briefly managed to expose one breasts, giving her unseen watcher a chance to admire it's fullness, the skin of the orb slightly paler than her hands, that were more often exposed to the sunlight.

Pia quickly pulled her bra and her dress up, once again covering her breast. She needed to get out of here, she felt. She moved quickly, casting nervous glances behind her. Her breast bounced with each step. She calmed down a little after a few steps. Maybe she was just paranoid.

Then something else struck her mind. Something was melting. Inside her bra. Damned! She had forgotten one chuck of ice cream. Quickly, she darted behind a tree. There she pulled down the straps of her dress. The bra was unwearable, she concluded. She looked around her, to make sure no-one was watching her, and took of the bra, and stuffed it in her hand bag. She would wash it later. She pulled up her dress.

Pia screamed, a high, powerful note, and leapt into action. Adrenaline spurred her into action, and she practically leapt into the air, an started to run.

Her tists, slitghly slick from the icecream moved behind the light fabric of her dress, dangerously close to bouncing free. Pia had pretty strong and well shaped legs and buttocks, a result of her interest in swimming and in-line skating. While running, she gave her stalker a good chance to observe them, to see how her muscles moved, how the hem of her dress danced against her thighs.

Her blonde pigtails slashed against her cheeks as she turned her head to spot the source of the laughter. Her blue eyes were wide, and her lips parted, not screaming now, just drawing in air and oxygen. She failed to see anyone, but she just knew someone was close. Not looking were she was going, she nearly tripped and fell, and slowed down a bit as she recovered her balance.

Pia bolted towards the pathway. Once there, she slowed down, and adjusted her dress, but kept walking in the direction of the dorms. Her hips swayed slightly as kept a brisk pace. She had had enough promenading for now, thank you very much!

A few other students passed by, mostly in pairs or small groups. This calmed Pia considerably. There was safety in numbers. She allowed herself to take a little pause, leaning up against a signpost, on the other side of the path from where she had heard that hideous laughter. She sighed, and then laughed a little. Whatever had been stalking her, she had avoided it.

"Oh my!"

Pia took a few steps back, watching the balloon figure with wide eyes. This was creepy. So creepy. And wrong. She had no idea how the unseen prankster had managed to get her features on that balloon face. Maybe it was just a trick of the light. Maybe just a trick of Pia's mind. Maybe another student had amused herself with making a lewd figure, and Pia was freaking out for no reason.

NO! NO GOD NO FUCK NOOOOO GODDD!


It was like something shouting inside her head. In her own voice. Either someone was about to attack her, or she was going crazy. At Shokushu, those were not mutually exclusive.
When she recovered, she found she had fallen on her ass. She grabbed a pebble with her hand, and threw at at the balloon figures.
"FILTHY THING!"

She than scampered to her feet. Better get home. FAST!

Pia whireld around, and screamed. It was a high, pure and drawn out tone. Pure panic, naked fear. If someone could have canned that sound and sold it to horror movie producers, they would have been wealthy by nightfall.

Somehow, there was no one around. Of, maybe a few strollers, sunbathers or picnickers could hear it, but that was of no help. The giant clown was here, and there was no way anyone would investigate soon enough to do anything.

Pia had been to the circus a few times as a child. SHe had not liked it very much. SHe was concerned about the animals, if they were treated all right. The clowns.. little Pia had not liked the clowns at all. It was soemthing with the makeup. If someone had to paint such big smiles on their faces, what where they hiding behind them? What tragedies and crimes were the white and red faces hiding?
Little Pia had liked the acrobats, though. For weeks after, she had imagined herself elegant and beautiful, in a thight, glittering little outfit, performing stunts for the admiring adience. Later she had, with childish pragmatism, decided she would rather be a magician or singer. Less chance of injury.

Pia found herself on the ground. In her shock, she was not aware how she had fallen, just that she did. The clown was looming over her, making him seem even taller than his 8 feet.
Fear made her unguarded. She was unaware that the dress was sliding off again, revealing her orbs with their pink little nipples. The hem of her dress had slid up. Her thighs were exposed, and her pink and white panties could be glimpsed. Digging her sandalled feet into the grass, she inched herself away from the clown.

She was whimpering, even crying a little.

"Nnnnghh.. Gh..ughh!"

Pia bit her teeth together, and tried to wrest her face away from that large, black tongue. It was like a bizarre creature in its own right. Not crying was not a command it was easy to obey, but Pia bit down and forced herself to stop whimpering, at least.

The bizarre creature demanded she tell him something. He had asked her a question, and seemed to expect an answer.

"I..I..ahh.. don't know.", she stuttered, lower lip quivering "P-p-please let me go.. I-I.. Please?"

She was to afraid to make sense. This being appeared to be insane. She knew she could deal with some of the monsters here, but those appeared to have understandable goals. With this one? Pia had know way of knowing if she would even survive.