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Don't do this, Alicia!

DON QUIXOTE

No, please!

BASED ON THE NOVEL
BY CARLOS GARCÍA MIRANDA

THE GIRL FROM CARRIÓN

GACY: SHE WILL BE THE ONE TO DIE

6 YEARS LATER

VIRGINIA: CHECK THIS OUT!!

Watch it.

KILLER CLOWNS

Hi.

That book you made me read
was pretty romantic.

You should spend the night
so you don't get scared.

Oh, yeah?

Four days without a single WhatsApp.

Sara, we're gonna have to stop hooking up.
You're giving off girlfriend vibes.

And these are my book club friends.

Say hi to my followers.
We're already at 11,502.

Can someone please come
and take his virginity already?

Later.

-The romance section?
-Over there. Next to your bad taste.

RECYCLE YOUR SHIT

KILLER CLOWNS

KILLER CLOWNS

KILLER BOOK CLUB

What's up?

-Hey.
-How's it going?

Check out this shithole
the university gave us for the book club.

Right next to the furnace,
in case we wanna set ourselves on fire.

Is everyone ready for our seventh meeting?

Killer Clowns by Miranda Duncan.

Who picked this crap?

Why are you even here?
It's not like you read the books.

Who wants to go?
How about our newest member?

It's great you could join
without being a student here.

Okay, then. I'll start.

I thought that it was well written,

and the killer clowns were creepy,
but that's pretty much it.

-It's just scary.
-So you don't like being scared?

Didn't you write a horror novel?

Yeah, but that was when I was a kid.

Okay, but back to the book.

Sure, it's scary,
but it doesn't really tell a story.

I think it does.
It's all about coulrophobia.

What's that?

The irrational fear of clowns.

Where just seeing one
can give you a panic attack.

Hey, did you guys see the video
of the killer clown I shared?

-It'll scare the shit--
-Nah.

Now, killer clown accounts,
those are scary.

They post pictures of them
looking like psychos.

They're inspired by John Wayne Gacy,
a serial killer clown.

He killed kids
and buried them in his yard.

And why do you know
so much about that, exactly?

-That's kinda sketchy.
-Look.

I brought my clown costume
from the Halloween party.

-It's sick.
-Want me to wear it?

-So creepy.
-Yeah, no.

Seeing one of these dudes
would freak me out.

-More than any book.
-Well, reading can be just as terrifying.

It just requires some imagination.

You're saying I have
no imagination 'cause I'm a bartender?

-That's not what I said.
-You implied it, Sebas.

Nando, he didn't say that.

Unreal.

Give me a sec.

That's not what I said.

Why do you have to defend that nerd?
Can't you see he's pissed off I'm here?

What? Sebas is so happy
that you joined the club.

Sure. He agreed 'cause you asked him.

I told you to join
so we could spend more time together--

Can't you see he's into you?

You're telling me who to be friends with?
If so, you're with the wrong girl.

Cruzado said he'd read your stuff?
He's our best professor.

Except I have nothing to show him.

Sebas, I've had writer's block
for six years.

Ángela, you're a writer.

You'll finish your second novel.

But that's the thing.
I don't see myself as a writer.

Nando says that's
what's causing my writer's block.

By the way, sorry about
how he acted at book club.

It's no big deal.

Do a new edition of The Girl from Carrión.
The bookstore's almost sold out.

The main character's riveting.

Her mom's so chilling. And it was all you.

I don't know. I wrote it so long ago.

It doesn't feel like it came from me.

Hey, want to do some writing together?

-I can bring my laptop to your dorm--
-Nando's coming over after the bar closes.

Oh. It's all good.

I mean, I have to open
the bookstore early tomorrow anyway, so…

You've got this.

I'm sure you'll… knock out a second story.

Let's hope so.

I should get going.

-Bye.
-Bye.

DEAR PROFESSOR CRUZADO,

I'M ATTACHING MY DRAFT.

IT'S JUST THE FIRST FEW CHAPTERS.

KILLER CLOWNS

DELETE

DO I HAVE COULROPHOBIA?
WHAT CAUSES COULROPHOBIA?

WHAT IS COULROPHOBIA?
LEARN THE SYMPTOMS

TAKE THE TEST!

Monsters, demons,

ghosts, witches…

and other representations of darkness
have never been well received by critics,

despite their commercial success.

I've always seen horror
as a mediocre genre.

It has a major weakness.
It always seems to be missing something.

What could it be?

Maybe that the stories lack authenticity?

Exactly.

Horror might have fog
and doors that close on their own,

but it lacks
the essential ingredient of a good story.

The truth.

Today, authors are rewriting
other people's ideas.

I myself get a ton of essays,
and I won't name names,

where students just plagiarize
their favorite authors.

It isn't plagiarism. It's fan fiction.

You take a story and rewrite it.

Then you post it online
for your followers to read.

-It's dope.
-That's what we call stealing stories.

Why are you all here?

You want to be writers, don't you?

The key to being a writer is living.

Stop stealing stories,
and start living your own.

Those will be worth reading.

Hell yeah.
My future as a porn writer looks bright.

Yeah. Those'll be some short stories.

So… I got your email.

You did?

Sorry. I could've sworn I didn't send it.

I see. How about we go talk
in my office, like you suggested?

Still here?

Our intern spends
more time here than I do.

You just need to sign the donation forms.

Right, the donation.

I don't look that old, do I?

It's so I can donate my body to science.
Looks like they're in need of corpses.

Have a seat. Make yourself at home.

-There you are.
-Thanks.

See you tomorrow.

So, we finally have a moment to ourselves.

Tell me you're not writing a horror novel.

No. Actually, that's not really my genre.

Thank goodness.

Our little secret, yeah?

This is a bit of a tough time for me.

You've probably heard, right?

My wife…

Well, we're getting divorced.

I'm sorry to hear that.

But weren't we here to talk about…?

Yes, of course… I got your email.

And… I was surprised. Very surprised.

Actually, I thought I hadn't sent it.
I'm kind of embarrassed.

No, nonsense. Don't be.

I mean, it's not finished.
I shouldn't have sent it yet.

You did the right thing.

It's just a draft.

I really appreciate your help,

but I don't think it's novel material.

What? A novel?

What I sent you. The first few chapters.

I guess I misunderstood.

But sure, I'm here to help.

I'm all yours.

Besides, it's a great idea.

We can spend some time together.

I really like you.

I'm not sure I understand.

I think you understand perfectly well.

Open the door.

Ángela, relax.

Look at me.

It's all right.

Everything's fine, okay?

Or maybe you like it rough?

Do you?

I know I do.

Get off me!

What's your problem?

You crazy bitch.

-God.
-Open the door, or I'll scream.

But you're the one who…

-Open it.
-You're fucking crazy.

-Open it.
-Psychotic bitch.

Get out of here. Go.

Get the hell out.

Listen to me.

Don't breathe a word of this,
or your career is over.

Look at me!
One single word, and I'll end it all.

Your writing career, done.

Got it?

Fucking bitch.

Okay, my turn.

I know you don't wanna talk about it.

So…

it might be easier if you write it down.

I don't get why she won't just report it.

'Cause you're a guy.

Cruzado's a respected professor.

She'd be seen as an opportunistic student.

Take care of her.

See you later.

Hi.

So if you have any similar questions,

you just need to download the syllabus…

What happened?

So when Ángela went
into his office yesterday…

What?

The updated calendar is available online.

It has the dates for the tests
and assignments for the rest of the year.

We're almost done.

As far as exams go, we've got
one on June 8th for Literature I,

and one on June 10th for Literature II.

These will count
for 40% of your final grade.

RAI HAS SENT A MESSAGE TO THE CLUB

RAI: ANGELA, I HEARD
WHAT THAT FUCKFACE CRUZADO DID 2 U

SARA: WE'VE GOT UR BACK

SEBAS: WE'VE GOT SOMETHING
THAT'LL SHOW HIM

KOLDO: WE GOTTA TEACH HIM A LESSON

RAI: WE'LL PLAY
A KILLER CLOWN PRANK ON HIM

ÁNGELA: I'M NOT SURE THAT'S A GOOD IDEA…

NANDO: GUYS, LAY OFF HER…

SARA: THERE'S NO WAY UR THE FIRST GIRL
HE'S DONE THIS TO. LET'S GET HIM!!!

ÁNGELA: COUNT ME IN

RAI: AWESOME, BUT NO ONE SAY ANYTHING
TO THAT BRAT. SHE'LL SNITCH!

TO: LUIS CRUZADO
A SECOND CHANCE

I WANT YOU TO KISS ME AGAIN.

Koldo, you gotta post this.
It's gonna be wild.

So everyone knows it's me?
I'll post it anonymously.

-You sure nobody's here?
-The only light on is in Cruzado's office.

Let's go over the plan again.
I'll start in the office.

Sara, you'll be in the hallway
with Koldo and Eva.

Nando, you'll go for him.
Sebas, you'll follow.

Ángela, you'll chase him
through the cloister…

Holy shit.

-Who is that?
-I swear the library was empty.

LIBRARY

Ángela, take this.

You locked me in.

What's with the costume?

-It's for a party.
-Shit, Eva.

You had one job.
To make sure there was no one here.

Let me guess.
You wanna know why we're dressed up.

Rai, you're scaring her.

-She could report us.
-Virginia, you wouldn't do that, right?

Enough. She's not gonna say anything
'cause she's gonna be part of this.

-What are you going to do?
-This.

Come on in. It's open.

What's this?

Who are you?
Another snowflake upset about grades?

Get outta here. Go on.

Stop. Please.

Stop!

Help!

Help me!

What do you want?

Stop!

No! Please!

Help!

Help!

Oh my God!

Shit.

Help!

What's this about?

Holy fucking shit.

What did you do?

-Why did you push him?
-I didn't.

-He just fell.
-What happened?

He ran up, covered in blood.

-Is he dead?
-What the hell did you do?

-Holy shit.
-Oh my God.

You killed him!

Relax, man.

-Hey. We were all involved.
-No, I didn't do anything.

No one's leaving.

-Okay? No one!
-We need to call the police.

And get arrested for murder?

We have to do something.

Cruzado fell. It was an accident.

We're not calling anyone.
Especially not the cops.

The guy was here alone, right?

There were no witnesses.
It'll look like an accident.

-Let's go.
-He did say his wife had left him.

-This could look like a suicide.
-Yeah.

-We have to tell the police.
-No, Ángela.

-Do you want to go to jail?
-We need to go.

I know this is fucked up,
but calling the cops will make it worse.

Are you serious?

We're in deep shit as it is, Ángela.
And it's all because of you.

This never happened.

We'll never speak of it again.

Swear on it.

I swear.

I swear.

I swear.

All right.

I swear.

I swear.

I swear.

I swear.

Guys, a professor
was found dead on campus.

-WHAT HAPPENED ON MY CAMPUS?
-NO WAY!

IT'S CRUZADO!

BREAKING NEWS
PROFESSOR FOUND DEAD AT MCSU

FATAL ACCIDENT AT MCSU

ÁNGELA: I THOUGHT YOU'D SUPPORT ME,
BUT YOU DIDN'T

DON'T CALL ME AGAIN

TRAGIC PASSING OF LUIS CRUZADO REY

UNIVERSITY PROFESSOR FOUND DEAD ON CAMPUS

MCSU PROFESSOR DIES IN ACCIDENT

STRUGGLES WITH ALCOHOLISM

ACCIDENT OR SUICIDE

NANDO: I MISS YOU
IGNORING ME WON'T CHANGE WHAT WE DID

Have you been checking the news?
They think it was a suicide.

Look, we have
nothing to worry about, okay?

Ángela, I'm sorry
things turned out this way.

But if we reported it,
our lives would've been ruined.

Sebas, they already are ruined.

I know what I did.
What all of you did. Because of me.

Okay, everyone.

Take your seats.

I'd do it all again.

Let's get started.

For you.

All right, today we're moving on
to a new topic.

We're going to be talking
about autobiographical fiction,

also known as autofiction.

Authors mixing real events
from their lives with fiction.

THE MADCLOWN IS NOW
AN ADMIN OF THE GROUP

They can change the names of people
and places.

The writer can play
with the minds of their readers,

using this literary device
to keep them guessing.

"Did the events being described
actually happen?"

It can become
an engrossing challenge for the readers

because they are forced
to analyze the text and search for clues

to find the truth behind the story.

For example…

Check your phone.

THE MADCLOWN
CHAPTER ONE

THE DEATH OF THE PROFESSOR

"Chapter One. The Death of the Professor."

"And that's how the Heroine, the Wild Man,

the Emo, the Babe, the Brat,

the Influencer, the Librarian,

and the Simp murdered the professor."

"They became the Killer Book Club,
and they deserve to die."

"That's why they'll pay with their lives,
one by one, in each chapter."

"To be continued."

Where was this posted?

Escrileo. A site
where amateurs share their writing.

But it's mostly crappy teenage fanfics.

If they know who we are,
why not turn us in?

They didn't use our real names
because they don't want anyone to know.

They're messing with us.

Whoever wrote this must've been there.

So that makes it one of us.

Wait a minute. One of us?

-Who here would write that?
-Who?

Your girl, the Heroine.
She didn't want to swear.

Or what about you?
You knew about the site.

So does every aspiring writer.

-Which is exactly what we are.
-Not me.

Excusatio non petita.

Okay, enough.

We're all friends, right?
We're not out to kill each other.

We haven't gone insane.

You're an obsessive little writer, huh?

Always scribbling away.

Rai, stop.

Back off.

"She feasts on her own guts
till the blood drips out from her--"

Maybe some of us
are weirder than others.

Well, mystery solved.

You're such a shit-for-brains.

-Am I?
-Yeah.

Who just unmasked the clown?

This can't be real.

This can't be real.

Are you okay?

Ángela, the clown
just posted the second chapter.

"Chapter Two."

"The Death of the Brat."

"The club's Brat
couldn't handle the fear."

"She tried to escape."

"To run home to Mommy
so the clown wouldn't get her."

"Like escaping was ever even an option.
She was already as good as dead."

Where's Virginia?

No idea. She didn't come home last night.

Thanks.

"She made it as far as the bus stop."

"The dark road was perfect
for disemboweling."

"She deserved it."

"She was a killer. Just like her friends."

"She wasn't going to succumb
without a fight."

"She started to run,
losing grip of her duffle."

There's nothing here, Sebas.

This way.

"She slipped through
the fence of the abandoned dorm."

How'd she get inside?

Look! There!

"The hallways must've felt endless
as I chased her with my hammer."

There.

"Terrified, she looked up at me,
paralyzed by the pain."

"She begged me to stop,
but I showed no mercy."

"Because she deserved it."

"They're all guilty,
so they're all going to pay."

"And I'll pen their deaths
in the most chilling novel ever written."

If it really happened,
there'd have to be blood and a body.

What if it's just some lunatic
writing a novel?

TO BE CONTINUED…

Hey!

There's nothing here.

But

I know how to unmask the clown.

Okay. It could be that the deranged writer
is one of us.

But personally, I'd like to believe

it's just some sadistic prick

who knows us from school.

Or bitch. It could be a girl.

Fat chance. The clown's way too savage.

Oh, 'cause the villain in a horror story
could never be a woman. Right.

It's a matter of strength.

-I say that as a feminist.
-Such an ally. May I?

Sure. Go ahead.

Whoever's writing this shit, girl or guy,

they've gotta know something about horror.

The drawn-out deaths.

The cliché characters.

I mean, they've covered all the tropes.

If they're a student here,
they've probably borrowed horror books.

-Right?
-Exactly.

-Okay.
-Now look at this.

So, should we interrogate them?
Ask whether they want to kill us?

Guys, whoever it is
obviously read that killer clown book.

And we all know who recommended it.

Hold up.

The publisher sends me books
'cause of how many followers I have.

Okay, all right.

We won't find this person
by pointing fingers at each other.

What if it's someone who isn't here?
Like Nando.

Nando's at work.

This early? At a bar?

All right. I'm gonna say it one more time.

We're friends.
Or at least, we were friends.

And that includes Virginia.
We don't want to kill each other.

So let's make a list
of the biggest horror fans on campus

and stalk their socials.

'Cause anyone this unhinged
is bound to stand out.

Or we could sit around
and wait for them to kill us.

It's up to you.

Sorry, but this is ridiculous.

So, where's Virginia's body?
Did the clown eat her?

You're acting as if
what the clown's saying is actually true.

Virginia probably isn't even dead.

Maybe it is just a story.
But where's Virginia?

I mean, she's at least missing.
We need to find her, right?

You look so hot like that.

STUDIES AT MCSU

What? Are you getting bored?

It must suck not to be able to read.

Hey, how about a quickie?

You mean the usual?

I guess they're not worried
they'll be next.

Here are the students who've taken out
the most books in these genres.

Thrillers, slashers, and stories
with ghosts, vampires, zombies, or gore.

Without further ado.

Koldo Abouk, Virginia Rubio,
Sebastián Hoyos, Sara Pons,

Eva Yáñez, Rai García, and Ángela Kuntz.

So, basically, us.

Everyone in the club.

That means we're not just
the biggest horror buffs in the school.

We're also the most obvious suspects.
At least according to this.

I'm gonna grab a coffee. Want anything?

I'll take mine without cyanide.

You're freaking out over nothing.

Virginia definitely wrote it.
Call me, okay?

LOOKING FOR A BOOK?
YOU'RE NOT IN THE HORROR SECTION

ARE YOU WATCHING ME?

YES

WHAT AM I DOING NOW?

-Ángela. Easy.
-Nando, the clown.

-He's here.
-Calm down.

What's wrong?

I just found it. It's not mine.

-Get lost!
-What the hell? I'm not the clown.

-What's up?
-He wants to be a writer after all.

-Shut up!
-Where were you?

Ángela, can we talk for a second?
They weren't here when you got the texts.

-Same with Sebas.
-I'm not accusing you.

Ángela, they all want you
to think it's me.

-Can we just talk?
-Bro, you should leave.

Thanks.

Feeling better?

It just doesn't make any sense.
Why would Nando do something like that?

Maybe this'll help explain things.

You can't tell if someone's psychotic
based on their online presence alone.

So I've been studying the one person
we know for sure is out of his mind.

THE MADCLOWN
CHAPTER 1

The clown.

Here's his profile on the site
where he posts the chapters.

It looks like
he wants someone to read his stuff.

-And he shared it.
-With me?

-I haven't logged on in over six years.
-I know.

It's the site
where you posted The Girl from Carrión.

Does that tell you anything?

It has to be Nando.
It's always the least likely suspect.

Not always.
Sometimes writers go with the obvious one.

The Heroine's best friend
who's secretly in love with her?

I thought that too, but…

I was leaning more toward the horror fan.
Koldo, the killer geek.

It might be you, the feminist novelist.

Or your cokehead boyfriend.

Hey, clown! Three gin and tonics.

Yo, psychopath! Drinks. Now.

You're calling me a psychopath?

You guys are the writers.
And who came up with the clown prank?

-Stop!
-Don't start with me.

Dixit.

THE MADCLOWN HAS SENT A MESSAGE

"Chapter Three.
The Death of the Wild Man."

"Nothing excites me more than killing
someone who thinks they're invincible."

"That was definitely the case
with the club's Wild Man."

"I use the past tense
because he's just a corpse now."

Take off that mask. Show your face.

What?

Is this a fucking joke?

"The last thing he saw
was my smile as I gutted him."

"I waited as he choked on his own blood."

"Then, I dragged
his lifeless body to the pool

where the book club
first turned their secret into ash."

"And I'll keep killing them
until there's no one left."

Rai stormed out of the bar last night,
and now he's MIA.

Sara, Rai always runs off like this.

Why don't we go to the police?

We can tell them
that some maniac's stalking us.

But it's not just some random maniac!
Rai was right. It's one of us.

-Was Nando at the bar last night?
-Yeah. And he got into a fight with Rai.

Well, the clown described
burning Rai in the pool, didn't he?

But Rai isn't here.
With or without his guts.

-Not a trace of him.
-And what did you do last night, Eva?

You're the only one
who wasn't with any of us.

Of course. So now I'm the suspect?

Well, good luck looking
for your loose cannon of a boyfriend.

Later, honey.

Hey.

There's something here.

TO BE CONTINUED…

Hey, booklovers.
Welcome to a new video on my channel,

where I tell you what to read…
and to date me.

I'm here to recommend a book
you won't find in stores.

It's being posted online,
one chapter at a time.

It's a creepypasta
that follows a killer clown.

And get this.
He's the one writing the story.

The setting is my own university.
So what's it about?

A lit professor's found dead, his torso
impaled on the lance of Don Quixote.

Sound familiar?

But what if some students were to blame,

and the clown
was dead set on making them pay?

That's what this guy's writing about,
and I'm loving it.

But the best part is it's interactive.
We decide what goes down.

In other words, we vote for who dies next.
The dude's full-on bananas.

At least, that's what he said
in his latest post. Insane!

Of course, I have my own favorites.

I'm a fan of the Influencer.
I'd keep him around.

The Emo? He's pretty sus.

The Simp's just lame,
and the Librarian's a stuck-up smart-ass.

WHO SHOULD BE NEXT?

The Heroine takes my top spot.
Not gonna lie.

I mean, she got everyone into this mess.

Well, fam. That's it for today.

Remember to like and subscribe.
See you in the next video.

Memento vivere.

THE HEROINE NEXT!

Alea iacta est.

What's your deal?

-Now everyone has it in for Ángela.
-Nando.

-I was just defending myself.
-Enough, Nando.

Shut the fuck up!

Relax, bro.
You're acting like some kind of killer.

Nando, come on. Everyone's staring.

Just chill.

Where's Ángela?
She won't pick up. She blocked me.

I'm sure she has her reasons.
Just go. You're making things worse.

Tell me where she is.

She's lying low.
The clown said she'd be next.

Ángela doesn't trust you,

and neither do I.

That's just great.

Koldo, who was that lunatic?

Just some douche
who thinks I stole his girlfriend.

We playing or what?

The clown won't find you here.

We're safe.

Thanks, Sebas.

I think there's some wine in the fridge.
I'll go check.

This can't be real.

I want to show you something.

I've been going through
the clown's socials.

And there's someone he follows.

This girl, Alicia.

Her profile says she's a writer,
but she hasn't published anything in…

Six years.

You know her?

I wrote my book about her.

The Girl from Carrión.

We met on the site.

I was her best online friend.

She said she lived
in a rural town with her mom,

who was obsessed with literature.

She'd force Alicia to spend hours reading…

and writing.

And if she stopped,
her mother would beat her.

It was like
something out of a horror story.

I wanted to be a writer,

but I didn't have any ideas.
Alicia's story was a great one.

So I just changed the names.

I never thought
it'd actually get published.

But it did so well that…

It was everything I ever wanted.
I couldn't say no.

Does that make sense?

Alicia found out about it
before I could tell her myself.

She vowed to write something
that would hurt me far more.

So, then…

you think she's the clown?

Alicia's dead.

What?

Look.

DAUGHTER MURDERS MOTHER

MOTHER AND DAUGHTER DIE IN CARRIÓN FIRE

She burnt her mom alive.

And then…

They say she died in the fire,
but I think Alicia committed suicide.

It was my fault, 'cause of my book.

-That's why I'm the Heroine.
-Listen.

There's got to be more to it than that.

If Alicia's dead, who is the clown?

-And what about Cruzado?
-I don't know, Sebas.

But my friends are dying,
and it's my fault.

If the clown wants to hurt me,
he should just do it already.

Don't say that.

Okay?

I'm sorry.

I'm in love with you.

I always have been.

WANT TO SAVE THE HEROINE?

MCSU MEDICAL SCHOOL

-I shouldn't have said anything.
-No, Sebas…

I just can't think straight right now.

I understand.

I just wanted you to know.

Turn left.

CONTINUE STRAIGHT

Ángela?

You've arrived at your destination.

THE MADCLOWN HAS SENT YOU A MESSAGE

ENJOY!

CHAPTER 4
THE DEATH OF THE EMO

Sebas.

I want to do this alone.

-I'm sorry if--
-I get it.

Nando, I'm sorry.
I was scared out of my mind, and Sebas…

No, I'm sorry.

Are you okay?

The clown uploaded a chapter
about what happened in the med school.

He said he left you dead on the floor.

How did you…?

I was just knocked out.

Would you rather he killed me?
Then you'd know I'm innocent.

No, of course not.

-Jesus.
-It's not that, Nando.

A girl died because of me.

Someone found out.
That's why they're writing this novel.

What do you mean?

Don't worry… I've got this.
I'll come up with something to tell them.

Go on. Get outta here.

-Fernando Aguado?
-Yes, that's me.

We received a report that you were found…

THE MADCLOWN:
HI, CLUB! I'M PUBLISHING MY NOVEL!

KOLDO THE BOOKLOVER

Hey, booklovers.

I've got a new message
direct from the killer clown.

He printed some copies of his novel,

and he'll be signing them
at the horror book fair. Got it?

He's asking everyone
to stop by dressed as killer clowns.

I'll leave the time, costume details,
and booth number in the description.

Make sure to like and subscribe.
And as always, memento vivere.

Asking your followers to dress as clowns?
How sick is that?

Nando, I'm glad you're okay, man.

Seriously.

Are we still not trusting each other?

What are we even doing here?

If the clown is signing books,
then whoever doesn't show up must be him.

Rai isn't here.

I don't know if I'd rather it be
'cause he's the clown or 'cause he's dead.

-Koldo's not here either.
-Then it's him.

How could Koldo be the killer?
He's just an influencer.

Please! I didn't invite any clown
to sign books today.

So quit insulting this writer, please.

Koldo the Booklover did this
to get more followers.

They didn't even kill off
the person we voted for.

THE MADCLOWN IS LIVE STREAMING

Looks like the clown is here after all.

But just for us.

-What are you doing?
-What the hell? Give me my phone.

-Give it back!
-Sorry.

-My bad.
-Jackass.

Nando… He's gotta be over there.

There.

-Give me that.
-Hey.

-What's your problem?
-Sorry.

Hey. Give me my phone back.

-What are you doing?
-No!

What the fuck? That's 5G!

Now it's in five pieces.

Those two?

Get a grip. We'll get it fixed.

-What the hell?
-Freeze! What are you doing?

-That girl broke my phone!
-Hey, you! Stop!

I'll get it fixed. It wasn't me.

Over there.

Fuck me.

Ángela, help me!

Careful, Sara! Behind you!

What happened?

It wasn't me.

I took it from the clown.

Back up. Please, back up.

Feeling better?

You passed out.

Look what the clown sent.

HEROINE, COME ALONE

Eva's the clown.
We gotta tell the cops, Ángela.

Nando, if we do, she'll kill Sebas.

I gotta go.
I'm not letting anyone else die.

-Have you lost it?
-I've had enough of this!

This is my problem.
No one else is getting killed today.

You'll get yourself killed.

Let me go.

You're really going after
your friend? I sure as hell won't.

Yeah, I am.

Jesus Christ.

It wasn't me.

Calm down. Don't speak.

Clowns…

Help. Untie me.

-Help me, Ángela.
-I've got you.

-Untie me, please.
-Calm down.

It's him.

He's the clown.

He brought me here!

Ángela, stop. He's lying.
He's obsessed with you.

No. Look at me. He's lying.

-Trust me.
-It was Nando the whole time.

-Look at me. Just listen.
-I love you.

And you love me.

-We love each other.
-Shut up!

That's why we made love.

You bastard.

Kill him.

Kill him.

Nando, please…

Goddamn it.

If you'd killed him,
it would've been the perfect ending.

It's me.

The clown.

-No.
-Oh, yes.

No. It can't be.

Oh, it can.

See, I did it all for you.

Why, Sebas?

Really?

You're serious?

I mean…

I always hate
when the killer explains why he did it.

But fine. I'll do my best.

You know,

some people are compass writers.
They… just let their stories flow.

And then there are map writers…
who like to plan everything out.

Like me.

So that's what I did.
I planned it all in advance.

Left nothing to chance.

The characters.

"And that's how the Heroine,
the Wild Man, the Emo,

the Babe, the Brat, the Influencer…"

Cruzado.

I FEEL THIS DEEP ATTRACTION

-I got your email.
-You did?

Sorry. I could've sworn I didn't send it.

The killer clown prank.

This is what we've got to do to Cruzado.

I even wrote his death.

It was a wonderful chapter, by the way.

Help!

What happened?

He ran up, covered in blood.

I wrote it all.

I made you the heroine

of the most chilling novel
literature has ever seen.

And, yes, she truly suffers
as she's forced to watch her friends die…

Well, the clown described
burning Rai in the pool, didn't he?

But Rai isn't here.
With or without his guts.

…and led to suspect her own boyfriend.

Look at him, the poor guy.

But there is one thing
I never thought I'd write.

Fancy a guess?

You let the villain fuck you.

That chapter's my personal favorite.

Look at me.

I said, look at me!

Because we wrote it together.

You're insane.

Yes. There's some truth to that.

Like you, I wanted to be a writer.

I was there too.
On that site where you met Alicia.

Alicia committed suicide.

It was my fault, 'cause of my book.
That's why I'm the Heroine.

Ever fallen in love online?

ALI: MY BEST FRIEND WROTE
A NOVEL ABOUT MY LIFE. I WANT TO DIE

Alicia and I did.

And you used her.

Oh yes, you did.

GACY: SHE'S THE ONE WHO'S GOING TO DIE

You pushed her over the edge.

You made her want to die.

And kill her own mother.

So that's why, Ángela…

I'm writing this novel.

See, I've got the most classic motive
in the history of literature.

Revenge.

I'm sorry.

I'll go get help.

Surprise.

Virginia was just a character we created.

My name is Alicia.

And you're my best friend.

This can't be real.

Alicia, you died.

You killed yourself in that fire.

No. That never happened.

I forgot to tell you
that this novel has two authors.

Remember when I promised
to write a novel that would hurt you?

How do you like it?

Just wait till you hear the ending.

You're going to love it.

After the ordeal with the killer clowns,
Ángela develops coulrophobia.

It drives her crazy,

and she kills all her friends
who made her promise

never to tell the truth about Cruzado.

Except for Sebas, her best friend.

He goes on to write a bestseller.

It's made into a movie.
Then it gets its own sequel.

We'll make a killing.

"We"?

I don't think so.

You can't put your name on it…
Alicia, everyone thinks you're dead.

You're just gonna give
this story… to your boyfriend?

You wanna be a writer,
but he'll get the credit.

Shut up, Ángela.

I can see what you're trying to do.

We'll use a pen name.
Those always do better anyway.

-The plan is flawless.
-Not exactly.

Seems you overlooked one tiny detail.

The Emo?

He's not dead.

Write this, prick!

Run!

Come back here!

Come here!

Don't you want to be the Heroine?

Where are you?

Where'd you go?

Don't you remember?
The ending's already been written.

And you die.

Ángela. Come on. Let's write.

The end.

I love you.

So much.

I'll go with him. Okay?

Thank you.

A sequel.

ONE YEAR LATER

A continuation of a story that's set
in the same universe but at a later time.

They involve the same characters,
the same story lines…

They've become the norm in literature.

You simply can't have
a bestseller without a sequel.

Yeah. You've already got a following.
So you just give them more of the same.

But it's playing it safe. It's saying,
"It worked once, so I'll keep doing it."

So, if a novel is successful,
should it be a standalone?

It makes sense to write a sequel
if the first part has loose ends.

But if the story arcs are concluded,
continuing them doesn't work.

Exactly. The issue with sequels is…

Nice job. You're already
the class know-it-all.

I can't help it.

…we'll analyze successful
and unsuccessful sequels.

Okay? You can start looking for examples.

All right. See you next week.

Now there's a seminar
on Gothic fiction in room 237.

-Wanna go?
-You don't have to go to everything.

Such a freshman.

I do if I wanna catch up to you.

Okay, then. You go ahead.

I'm gonna go do some writing.

The publisher called,
asking to see what I've got so far.

The University Crimes?

-I have a good feeling about it.
-Well, it's your story.

See you later.

KILLER BOOK CLUB

Subtitle translation by: Meredith Cannella.