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Finally the house was ready. All renovated, painted walls, furnished and tidy. The only thing left was to cover the well in the basement, but that she would do later, the whole moving making her more concerned about holes in the roof than a basement with half a dozen rats. She was exhausted just by thinking of unpacking all those boxes, but she would be able to do it in a few weeks.

Moving to Neibolt had been the best decision of her life. She would be close to work and could have at least one pet to keep her company.

The days went by and in all of them, something supernatural happened in the house. The basement door kept opening, it had been locked before, things out of place, and especially the feeling of being watched. (Y/n) had never cared for ghosts, she was afraid of the living, not of the dead. She continued her days normally, already accustomed to the events.

Until one day, she came home early from work. When she comes near the house, she hears a loud noise, thinking that it was some thief, she ran through the back door, picking up an old pipe, that had been changed during the renovation, and entering the house. Slowly and carefully the girl walks from the kitchen into the living room, not seeing anything out of the ordinary. But a glass was broken, from which the noise had come. She did accept the ghost tinkering with her things, but breaking it? That was too much!

She dropped the pipe beside the kitchen counter and went to fetch a shovel and a broom in the basement. She walked quickly to the door, but stopped when she saw movement. The door moved slowly, making a click when it closed completely. The girl came back and picked up the pipe again. She had seen enough horror movies to know that it would not end well.
She opened the door quickly, seeing nothing at first. She turned on the light and went downstairs, her body freezing with every step. Still in the middle of the stairs, she could see the well and saw, clearly, a white hand coming loose. She ran to the well, did the thief think they could hide there and fell?! She looked into the darkness of the hole, but saw nothing, she was afraid of having a dead body down there. Her body froze in front of the well. Should she call the police? No, that would only increase the rumors. What if she closed the well? Well, the dead man would have to smell badly for a few days before she could put something on it. She didn't know what to do, her head wasn't working right. She thought it best to leave it for the next day, when her head would be clearer.

She dropped the pipe on the floor, the sound scaring her slightly, she climbed up the stairs wearily. She thought of climbing to the second floor, but the sofa looked so inviting at the time. She threw herself on the furniture, making more noise than she intended. She hadn't realized she was so tired until she laid down. And there she stayed until the next day, well, until the first hours of the next day, because another noise woke her up.Her body shakes with fright, she looks around quickly, nothing. It must have been just her imagination. She sits down on the couch, bracing herself to climb the stairs and lie down on her bed.

She stared into the dark for a few seconds, until a low moan caught her off guard. She looked around again, still nothing. She gets up from the sofa and looks around the living room from where the noise came. As she walks out into the hallway, her fear is greater, her knees weaken and she almost falls to the ground. On the floor, next to the basement door, there is a man, more precisely a clown. His body lying on the cold floor, his complexion was of pain, but for the (h/c)'s luck the man seemed asleep. She came closer, noticed the flawed makeup and red hair, his once white clothing was covered in dirt and blood. The girl hoped the blood was his. She froze just like in front of the well. Was he dead? Was that the intruder? Was he all right? Several questions rolled her head, making her dizzy, but she controlled her thoughts and made the decision to help him. Thief or not, nobody deserves to be treated that way, even if (Y/n) did not know what had happened to the clown.

The girl walks slowly to the man, afraid that he would wake up at any moment. She touches his shoulder and he shakes a little, but he doesn't move. Then she decides to lay him down on the couch. She fumbled a little with his clothes, but she took hold under his arms and lifted him with some difficulty. Dragged the man to the sofa and laid him there. The (h/c) throws herself on the floor beside the sofa, watching the man lying there.

His face was painted white, a red line passed from his mouth to his eyes. The line of his hair was far away, the girl wondered if it was just a wig. His clothes were covered with blood, but she could see they were white before. The man looked almost like a ghost, all white, from head to toe. The girl thought she could help the man, so she ran upstairs to get a medical kit. When she returned to the living room, she looked over the sofa, afraid the clown had moved or was no longer there. But that was not the case, he was there, his expression of pain still present.

She crouched in front of the man, picked up some gauze and drank it in alcohol. Then she began to gently dab over the wounds on his face. Her hands touched his skin, it felt rather dry, but she ignored the sensation. One of the wounds was located near his hair, giving the girl an opening to know if it was real or not. She dropped the gauze on the arm of the couch and put her hand lightly on the man's hair. It started with only a light touch, but the (h/c) soon created courage and ran her fingers through his hair, pulled a little to see if it came out, but it seemed like it was his own. She didn't realize that she was already doing this for a while, but when she noticed she stopped immediately.

She stepped back and remembered the man's clothes, it would probably be best to wash them before it stained. She stared at the clothes for some time, not knowing how to get it out of the clown's body. She put her hands on his torso, somehow trying to find some zipper or button on his clothes, but found nothing. She thought of pulling on his shirt, but that might wake the man.

She thought it best to leave it there, he didn't look bruised on his body, so she didn't have much reason to see if it was true. She sat down again, her back to the couch. She picked up her phone and, as she had lost her sleep, she started reading and playing to kill time. With the silence of the night and the tiredness, the sleep returned quickly, however even though her mind said to stay awake, because of the stranger sleeping on her sofa, her eyes disagreed, closing for more time every minute. Her mind goes out for a few minutes, but she wakes up with a strange noise. Her eyes opened slowly, but with the warm air she felt on her shoulder, she had lost any trace of sleep she might have. The girl feels something wet on her shirt, as if someone was drooling in it. She turns her face slowly, thinking of the worst. When she does, her eyes meet the creature's, no, the clown from before, his teeth were about to bite into her flesh. Teeth that weren't there before, and a mouth as large as a tiger's, just hovering over her shoulder, ready to attack. The man- it's eyes were orange and it was the last thing she could see before she passed out.

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The girl wakes up in a frightened way, noticing where she was laid down. She looked around and saw that she was in the living room, on the sofa. She sat up and placed a hand on her forehead. Had it all been a nightmare? She looked over the sofa, but there was no one else, nothing but herself. She thought of the fear she felt, at all times an immense terror was taking her, even when she took care of the clown, where she knew he was asleep. She came to the conclusion that it was all a nightmare. So she went upstairs to her bedroom, changed her clothes, and fell back on the bed, completely exhausted. She continued with the feeling that she was being watched, but since it was normal in her daily life, she decided to ignore and go back to sleep. She woke up the next day with pain coursing through her whole body, she didn’t know where these pains came from, but she thought it was because of the nightmare, maybe she became tense at night.

She got ready for work, her face shouldn’t have been any good, as her co-workers noticed the tiredness on the face of the (h/c). She tried to stay awake, but her brain wouldn’t let her focus on what she was doing. Her boss noticed and decided to give the rest of the day off. She thanks him and promises to pay the hours later, but the man refuses, saying that he only wanted the welfare of his employees. The girl uses the rest of her strength to go home.

Arriving there, she lies down on the couch without changing clothes. When she awoke again it was night, she got up and walked tiredly to the switch. She stopped in shock, looked at the background of the kitchen, and two eyes stared back at her. Two yellow orbs standing in the darkness. She turned the light on quickly, afraid of what would be there in the dark, now shown by the light. But there was nothing. She went to the kitchen and looked from side to side, still nothing. She let out a breath she didn’t know she had held and put her hand on her chest. She was still stunned by the nightmare from the day before, it might be driving her crazy somehow.

She ignored the feeling of fear again and turned to go into the bedroom, to have a full night of sleep this time. When she turned, she faced a white cloth. Her eyes widened and she felt something like icy water coming down from her back. The thing grabbed her neck and lifted her, closing her respiratory canal. A few tears streamed from her eyes, the pressure on her head increasing every second. She felt the clown let go of her slowly, putting her on the ground again, but its hand didn’t let go of her neck.

It lowered its face to the (h/c)’s neck, breathing deeply, before opening its mouth more than usual and supporting its open mouth over her shoulder. The girl shakes, she manages to be brave enough to try to break free, she slaps her arms on the creatures chest. However, nothing works, it's as if the clown is a statue, completely still, with It's mouth on the girl's collarbone and saliva dripping on her clothes, leaving her wetter with every drop.

For a few more seconds, (Y/n) could only feel the clown's heavy breathing and the sounds of the night. But It finally moves away, shakes It's head and lets her go completely. With her wobbly legs she falls to the floor, when she looks up, the clown is not there anymore.
The girl clasped her legs to her chest, thick tears falling from her eyes, some jumping directly to the ground. She wondered if it was a dream, but she could clearly feel the wet part of her shirt. Was she going crazy? She should find a psychiatrist urgently.

She sat for a few minutes on the floor, trying to stop the tears and trying to calm her heart, which seemed to want to come out of her chest. Then she got up and went upstairs to the bedroom. She realized that she hadn't eaten anything for two days, but she didn't miss the food and didn't feel fatigue, just a great desire to sleep. And that was what she would do that night, sleep the whole night if possible.

When she awoke the next day, she thanked God that nothing interrupted her during the night. Rays of sun beating on her face, and lightly burned her skin. She sighed, the weekend would be long. The whole day inside that house, with that... Thing.

As her Saturday was passing she decided to go out to get distracted and stay away from the house for the rest of the day. She dressed up and left the house, passed by a bar and walked in, not even worrying if something bad could happen to her.

She drank a few beers, to the point of confusing a few things in her head, but still managed to follow her way home. But it was interrupted by a man, not much older than herself, he came toward her and grabbed her arm, saying things like: "I'm gonna take you home." or "You're so fucking beautiful." The girl just nodded in every sentence, her mind wasn't in it's usual place.
The man continued to drag her through the streets, trying to soften in some way what he was going to do with her. But a laugh attracts the attention of the man. He turns quickly back, dropping the (h/c) without caring about her, leaving her walking wobbly on the street on the way home, completely ignorant of the noise behind her. Her eyes search for the return of the gentleman who offered to accompany her to the house, but the only thing she sees is the damn clown. She sighs for a long time and turns, facing what's in front of her.

"What do you want?!" She screams, her sentence echoing in the street and in It's head, her voice trembling with alcohol and the subtle fear she began to feel, but she was still masked by the courage the drink had given her.

"Your fear..." the thing says low, without the girl hearing.

The clown comes up to her, fast as a cheetah. She is frightened by it's quick movements and jumps back, almost losing her balance. It's eyes change when it comes near, they were blue, now they turned yellow, they shone in the dark like an animal's. The thing sniffs the air like a dog and grabs the girl by the arms, pulling her in an uncomfortable way against its body. It puts it's head on (Y/n)'s neck and sniffs again, leaving the girl shivering.

"Why does it tastes so good." It says, it's saliva slipping from it's mouth and dripping down its neck.

The girl struggles trying to get out of its grip, but the alcohol in her system doesn't let her react in the right way. Her arms just swayed from side to side, her arms still being held by the clown. She feels It touch it's lips on her collarbone. She misinterprets and struggles even more, leaving the clown more irritated. The thing moves away again and does the same thing earlier, it shakes it's head, clearly bothered and disappears. In her drunken state, she ignores the fact and continues her way home, still in fear, but ignoring it quickly before arriving at the house and sleeping in her bed, being watched by an unknown force.

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The girl opens her eyes slowly, her head throbbing from the hangover. She frowns and rubs her forehead, trying to wake up completely. She remembered nothing from last night, only that she had gone out to drink. She looked around her room and thanked God that the curtains were closed. She forced herself out of bed and staggered to her feet. She rubbed her eyes, wondering what she would do for breakfast, but her thoughts were interrupted by a noise at the door.

The girl stood still for a moment, as if expecting something to happen. Her fear grew by the moment, making her dizzier than before. She walked slowly to the bedroom door, which was closed, and stopped in front of it, listening if any more noise came from outside. It seemed that it was only the wind, as nothing else manifested itself. To be sure, she opened the door and checked the corridor, nothing out of the ordinary. She closed the door again, touching her forehead against it and leaning on it. Was she going crazy? Was this all an illusion? But why did she see that clown? She was never afraid of clowns in her life, but It was an exception.

She decided she would go back to bed, it was a weekend, and she didn't intend to do much in those days. She laid back down, snuggling in the blankets, that time of year could get very cold early in the morning. She closed her eyes, ready to dream some more, but a strange sensation invades her body. Like someone at the foot of her bed, looking at her. She tries to ignore the sensation and shifts in bed, snuggling some more.

Comfort ends when she felt the bed sink, near her foot. She stops breathing for a few seconds, takes the edge of her blanket and covers her head like a child. The weight increases, shifting to her waist, as if someone were sitting on top of her. She shakes, but the intrusive body wouldn't let her move much. She stopped shaking, still with the covers on her face, and heard no more movement. She slowly pulled the cover from her eyes, but when she looked ahead, she saw nothing. The pressure in her belly was gone and there was nothing on her bed.

The girl stood up, supporting her arms behind her, just looking around the room. The silence dominated. Suddenly, two hands joined in front of her face, pulling her back against the bed. Her head hit the pillow again, those hands still in her eyes. She desperately tries to remove the hands but fails, bruising her face with her nails. The (h/c) stops when she feels another hand in the middle of her chest, an intense heat emanating from there.

“Made for me?” She heard the clown's voice in the silence, as if asking someone else.
She stopped to pay attention. She came to the conclusion that the creature would kill her anyway, so if she screamed or kept quiet it would make no difference. She heard the clown grunting, as if it had heard something he didn't like. The hands on her eyes were still present, leaving the girl in a panic.

The heat in her chest increased, giving the sensation that she was being burned from the inside out. The girl struggled, trying to get herself free of the hand, as she screamed in pain. She felt tears welling in her eyes and running through the stranger’s fingers and onto her cheeks. But suddenly everything was gone, the pain, the hands, and the weight upon her.
She opened her eyes and looked around, all normal again. She sat on the bed and pulled her legs close to her body. She sighed deeply, trying to stop the tears that kept coming out.

She stayed like that for a few minutes, just letting the body eliminate all that bad energy. Which seemed to help, as she suddenly stopped crying, as if nothing had happened. She got out of bed, finding that fact very strange, and changed. She put on a simple outfit, as she would do nothing special on the day. She went downstairs and went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. She ate slowly while watching some cartoons on television.

The day went just as the morning had been, boring. She enjoyed time for herself, not a whole month alone, but since she didn't know anyone and had nowhere to go, having fun on a Sunday was a little tricky. But she thanked God she had no friends, even though the day was boring, she couldn't stop thinking about the clown and what It had said. ‘Made for me?’ What did that mean? What was made for it? Her? But she had never seen that being in her life! At the same time she wanted answers, she wanted to stay away from It.

In the middle of the afternoon, she began to feel sleepy, but afraid to find It when she woke up. Then she held herself awake as far as he could, which was in the middle of the night, with gallons of coffee and energy drinks. However, when caffeine left her system, she couldn't help but close her eyes and feel her body getting heavy. She closed her eyes for what seemed like a few seconds, but when she opened them, two rows of teeth were in front of her. A huge smile, as if mocking her. It’s mouth fell open, but instead of biting her, a shrill laugh broke out. The (h/c) jumped in fright, her blood freezing and the color fading from her face. She searched for the creature's eyes and when she found them she regretted it. They weren’t facing forwards, towards her, but facing outwards, away from each other. It made her stomach turn, feeling the bile rise in her throat.

The creature slowly turns Its eyes to the girl, making her swallow hard. The clown squirmed, placing its feet on the ceiling, standing upside down looking at (Y/n). The teeth retract into the thing's mouth, lessening the creepy smile. Now the thing looked serious at the girl, as if judging her. Suddenly It starts talking, scaring her again.

“The time to return is coming.” The thing says, making the girl frown, not understanding “Why don't I feel hungry when with you?” It asks, bringing Its face closer to the (h/c)’s one.

The clown is quiet, waiting for an answer, but the girl really doesn't know what to say. She had no idea what It was talking about! Hunger? What did It eat so as not to feel hungry when It was near her? She was lost.

“Answer me!”

“I-I don't know!” She responds quickly, putting her hand to her mouth right after, having shouted on impulse.

“So, you do talk! I'm Pennywise, the dancing clown!” The thing says, It’s voice thickening to speak Its name, almost demonic.

"W-What are you?" In the midst of fear and despair the girl can speak, tears she didn’t know she held came freely from her eyes.

“I am the last of a dying race.” It says, getting closer to the (h/c), It’s body looking bigger with each word “I came to rob all the woman and rape all the men.” It’s appearance seemed increasingly distorted, more abnormal “I am eternal. I am the Eater of Worlds.” After that sentence, the clown returns to 'normal', still with its feet on the ceiling, and wriggles out of the room, bending It’s body backwards, putting Its hands on the ceiling and then its feet, then the hands, getting out of the room like a acrobat.

The first reaction the girl has is to follow the thing, to know where It hides. Then she runs after the clown, she can see It entering the basement, which showed that It was hiding in that well. She realized that she had to cover it as soon as possible.

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"Thank you very much." the girl says, giving money to the three men present.

“Sorry to ask ma'am, but why do you have a well in the basement?” One of the men asks, his sweaty red face telling her how hard had it been to put a stone in the hole.

“It was already there when I bought it.” She says “Now I'm going to enjoy my house. Without rats." She laughs, ready to close a door behind the three men.

"I'm sure you will like it." The man says, a macabre smile on his face.

“What?” (Y/n) assures herself, being paralyzed in the same place.

"What?" The man says, his face returning to normal.

The girl ignores the man and closes the door, pausing for a few seconds on the entrance, waiting for her breath to calm down. Was she really free of that… thing? Even with the well covered, she was afraid to turn away from the door and face the clown again, like a jumpscare in a cliche horror movie.

She built up the courage and turned around quickly, as if doing it fast the jumpscare wouldn't happen, but there was no one. She let out a shaky breath, without even realizing she was holding it.

She got back to her normal daily life, work, come home, eat and sleep. When she moved to Derry, she thought the days would be dull, boring. However, she didn't have this feeling, even after a few months, living there and having the same routine. It was as if she was living her first day there over and over, the same routine, the same people, the same emotions, the same sensations, the same smells, etc.

Some weeks passed, and she hadn't seen the clown since. Her life was normal, no big deal.
One Friday, she was coming home from work, she was pretty tired. Even if you’re just a store helper, some people may make your patience disappear, and they don't even have to look at your face. Her walk, her look, her manner of speaking, all showed that she was extremely tired, the weekend would surely be used to take a few naps. Whenever she came home, she passed a specific wall that was used as a bulletin board. Several letters from missing children were glued to each other, as if they cared for some children more than others. Every day she checked this wall, hoping briefly to see one of the kids on the street and call her parents, saying that everything was fine and that the child just got lost, but it was never the case.

She approached the wall as she did everyday and looked for some new poster. There was one, but it seemed to jump over time, as if it had been there for a long time, maybe more than six months. However, she had never noticed that poster. Why does someone hang such an old poster? She moved closer, seeing the name and the date the kid went missing. She felt the ground disappear below her feet, falling on her ass on the icy cement. It was her name right there! Today's data was also there, as if it were her last day of life, as a premonition. She couldn't see the picture that came with the poster, but she was sure she could see her (e/c) eyes in the stained picture of what appeared to be blood.

She looked to the sides of the street, but there was no one. She looked back at the wall, and now it was completely covered with the same poster with her face. Her breathing quickened, feeling that there were only a few breaths left for another panic attack. Her fear was interrupted by a touch on her arm, almost like a stuffed animal. She searched for the thing quickly without looking and was shocked. It was just a cat, impressed she didn't pull her arm away from the cat before noticing that it was just a defenseless animal. She sighed deeply, laughing at the end. She patted the cat's head and stroked its ears. She remembered the posters, which she had forgotten too quickly, and turned to the wall again. But there was no posters with her face, just the same wall with new posters. She began to feel irritated, her fear quickly fading. She got up quickly from the floor, startling the cat to the side. She picked up her things from the floor and made her way back.

“If I ever see that clown again, I'll fucking punch It!” She says, annoyed.

Almost home, she hears a weak meow behind her. She turns around without understanding, but sighs again when she sees the same cat as before. She kneels on the floor and the animal soon rubs himself on her legs, begging for affection.

"Come on, little guy. Just, leave me be, you know?" She gives a sad smile, but the cat seems to feel that she didn't really want to send him away, so it sits down and gives another meow, this time louder, that melted the heart of the (h/c), who had an idea right after "You know what? I could take you with me, make me some company on that old ass house."

She walks again, checking every five steps if the cat was still following her, and it was. Finally, she comes home and opens the door, afraid that the cat wouldn't come in, but he didn't seem to bother, sitting near the couch and licking his orange fur from some invisible dirt. (Y/n) smiled, a companion to watch movies on the weekend would be great, already thinking of a name and the things she would buy for the cat when she heard a snap, such as the snapping of fingers or a neck.
She looked where the noise was coming from, but when she noticed it came from where the cat was, she was afraid again. She felt his bones tremble, her teeth chatter and sweat dripping cold on her back. She turned slowly, not even blinking as she did so. Because of the darkness of the house, which she now regretted not having turned on the light before putting her things in the kitchen, she could see only a large shadow. She stood still, breathing fast and feeling her heart about to explode. She staggered back, stumbling over her things on the floor and glancing back to lean on the counter, when she looked at the clown again, It was only inches from her face. From this short distance she could see the details of Its face, as on the first day she had met It.
The creature approached It's face, making (Y/n) avert her own and closing her eyes, expecting the worst. But only a sniff was felt in her neck and a sentence was said.

"I'm waiting for my punch." The clown says in a mocking tone.

The girl opens her eyes and widens them, afraid of what the thing would do, It stood now looking into her eyes, which were orange.

"You're so afraid you can't move a muscle!" It chuckles, placing Its hands on the bench behind the girl, pinning her against itself and the furniture “You smell so delicious,” It goes on, accentuating the 's' like a snake, reaching Its face close to the girl's neck “but at the same time I can't eat you.”

She can hear It changing shape and feels the needle like teeth right next to her neck. She shakes, wanting to get out of that deadly hug, but scratches herself at the clown's teeth, causing a slight injury to her collarbone. The monster stops for a moment, paralyzed with the girl. It smells the blood, which is now slowly trickling down the girl's collarbone and breasts. It's tongue comes out of Its mouth before It can hold it, saliva dripping down to the (h/c) shirt. It lowers its head to her breasts and looks at the blood spilled there, almost mesmerized by the scene, as if It were a critic analyzing a painting. Then It puts its hands in front of her shirt, almost sexual, but far from it. She tries to get away by pushing the thing with her hands, punching Its shoulders and pulling at Its hair, but nothing seemed to work. It holds her shirt and rips it, leaving only the bra and shirt rags still attached to the girl's shoulder. Her body stops working, thick tears streaming from her eyes, the sudden loss of blood leaving her dizzy, and with the blood rushing to her head from shame, there was no chance for her to recover. Her shoulders shake, her crying getting louder and her breathing more erratic.

The clown runs Its tongue over Its lips, as if imagining the taste of that divine-smelling blood. Drags the sticky tongue in the middle of (Y/n)'s chest, giving the girl a fright. It drags Its tongue to where the bleeding occurred, slowly cleaning the place, when It reaches the fountain It goes down again, following the same path, removing any trace of blood there. It returned to the girl's neck, placing Its tongue at the wound site and then Its mouth, sucking the blood like a vampire.

She sighs loudly, not expecting anything from what was happening. Her body felt hot, as if it were going to burn from the inside out. The mouth of the thing seemed so comfortable there, as if it was Its fate to stay there. A bright light almost blinded her, interrupting the moment of fear/arousal, she didn't want to admit, but she was enjoying it briefly. When she sees the light, it comes from her chest, right in the middle. The (h/c) shakes, now more afraid of that light than the clown. Was It doing that? Why didn't It just leave her life? She had already closed the well, why had It returned?
The thing itself had seen the light, slowly pulling Its mouth from the girl's neck, making a sucking noise before letting go. (Y/n) gives a moan, but not knowing if it was fright or pleasure. The clown looks at the light, Its eyes changing color from orange to red with pink stripes. It puts Its hand there, as It had done the other time they had met.

It looks at the chest of the suspicious girl, then quickly holds her chin, pinching her cheeks, making her pout. She slaps Its arms, trying to break free, but once again It doesn't even budge. The thing lifts two fingers from the other hand, placing them in the girl's mouth, pressing her tongue down, trying to see her throat.

“Open up, doll!” It smiles, ear to ear, literally, his mouth at an absolutely abnormal angle.

The (h/c) starts to gag when the clown pushes dipper in her mouth, grasping the creature's wrist, trying to keep him from blocking her airways. She rolls her eyes, feeling like she's going to faint with so much pressure and the heat emanating from her, but suddenly, everything stops. The clown releases her and walks away, again entering the darkness of the living room.

"You should answer the door." It says, Its silhouette shrinking and forming into the cat again, only Its eyes, now blue, gleaming in the darkness.

She finds the comment strange, but she keeps her back to the counter. Then the bell is heard. Who could it be?

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The girl walks to the door, dodging the 'cat' in the way, looking through the peephole to see who it was. A black man looked around scared, running his hands over his head, as if worried about something. She walks away from the door, looking for a new shirt to put on before answering the door.

"Just a second!" She screams as she puts on her shirt.

She rushes back to the door, unlocking it, but leaving the top lock closed, preventing the door from opening completely.

"Can I help you?" She asks, not understanding the man's visit or the time he had come.

"I-I'm sorry! I didn't know there was anyone living here. It has always been empty, so when I saw it was reformed I wanted to see it." He says quickly without letting the (h/c) speak, she gives a smile and answers him.

"It's alright. But since I don't know you, sorry about that, we can talk outside." The girl leaves the house and waits for the man to start talking, but it seemed like words were missing "You wanna ask something?" She asks, smiling slightly but feeling the sweat dripping from her forehead and her heart still calming.

"I heard that this house has a well, did you know about that?" He asks, scaring the girl briefly.

Her eyes widen, feeling that the man knew something, but ignoring that strange feeling.

"Yes, I covered it with a rock. I thought rats would come out, infesting the house." She says smiling slightly, trying not to look suspicious.

"Oh! Uh… Nothing happened since then? Ghosts or maybe clowns?" He asks pressing the subject of the well.

"No, nothing." She responds, too quick for the man's taste.

"W-what happened?!" He asks, reaching out and almost touching the girl's shoulder, looking at the wound next to her neck.

"It was just my cat." She says, taking the man's hand away from her.

A loud hiss is heard, causing the man to retract his arm and the (h/c) to look back into the house. The 'cat' had made the noise, It was sitting in the hallway, looking at both of them from afar. Only it’s silhouette and bright red eyes appeared in the darkness.

"Is that your cat?" He asks, coming back down the steps of the gate, clearly afraid.

"Yes." She responds too fast again, feeling the cold sweat dripping down her neck.

"You should stay away from It." He says, turning his back and walking away.

(Y/n) feels her vision blur, she stumbles back, leaning against the open door. She enters the house, her legs wobbly, and closes the door, touching her forehead to it, her mouth opens in shock. How did that man know those things? How did he know about the clown? From the well in the basement she could understand, many people could have come to see the house before buying it. But it seemed that he knew more than he showed.

After a few seconds she remembers the clown, her heart stops when she remembers what happened before the doorbell rang. She looks around, still with her forehead against the wood, trying to hear something, but nothing is noticeable. She turns her face slowly, afraid the creature is waiting to scare her. And it was as predicted, It was there, but not as far as she thought, as soon as she turned, she could see the clown's face from the corner of her eye. It was so close she could feel Its breath, popcorn, cotton candy and something rotten, as if something had died inside It. She huddles against the door, trying to get as far away from It as possible. She feels It come close to her neck and sniff, probably smelling sweat mixed with perfume. Her body prickles, her hair at the base of her neck rising with the shiver.

(Y/n) thinks about what It would do, would this monster finally kill her or leave like every other time? She waited a few seconds, but no reaction was noticed. She turned her face back to look over her shoulder. Yeah, It was still there. But why wouldn’t It move? Why didn't It do anything? She takes a deep breath, feeling her breath fail slightly, like a car that chokes in the middle of the road. She swallowed and turned quickly, now facing the clown, who was looking at her in disgust.

The surge of courage and hope that came from the girl had startled It, smelling the horrible smell It hated so much. That smell It'd never forgotten after the Losers Club had stopped It from finishing Its meal and Its rest had been anticipated. But now It saw that getting up earlier than planned had been a good idea. Its hunger still didn't bother It so much and finding the (h/c) had been good. When It awoke from Its sleep, It smelled the familiar smell of food, or, in Its case, fear. So, It left Its den, Its home, Its hiding place. But when It finally reached the bottom of the stairs toward the living room, Its forces faded and Its world went black again.

When It woke up again the girl was there, It felt her fear, her tension, but It could feel something different as well. Something pure, something brilliant, something like itself. It opened its mouth on instinct, almost covering her entire shoulder. The moment she turned around, a sensation It had never felt came over. It was pleased, as if It had devoured the whole world and there was no room for even a drop of blood. She passed out and It returned to its normal state, looking scared at the girl. The rest was history.

She stares at the clown, her eyes determined and shining with confidence. The smile on its face fades, feeling a silly shiver run down its spine, but its teeth reappear when it realizes that fear was still present there.

When the girl sees the creature's abnormal smile, her fear becomes stronger, she feels her lower lip quiver and her eyes fill with water. She looks down at the floor, trying to ignore the growing sense of helplessness. A sob rises in her throat, causing her to release the trapped tears. She squeezes her hands, her fingers turning white with the force used.

In the middle of crying she managed form a sentence, a question that she wanted answered since seeing the clown for the first time.

"Why me?"

The clown's smile twists even more, its rabbit teeth sticking out of its mouth, which it couldn't close because they were too big. It shakes, as if happy, and turns its gaze to the girl's chest, staring at a spot just below her neck. It takes one of its hands from the door and places it at that point, pressing there, not too weak or too strong. She is startled by the contact, more tears streaming from her eyes and down her neck to the glove on her chest.

"'Why me?' That's a difficult question, sweets." It says, now looking the girl in her eyes. "You complete me." It continues, a light seemingly out of nowhere begins to shine in her chest.

She moves in the grip, wanting to understand what was going on. She wanted to ask more, she wanted to know everything, where It was from, what It was and, especially, what she was. She was sure there was something wrong with her, either it was all just hallucinations or it was real and the clown could really kill her at any moment. The conclusion of the hallucination had been ruled out minutes before, when the man outside had seen the wound It had caused. At that moment, she realized something, It had done nothing to herself, that scratch had been an accident, caused by her shaking too hard. If It would kill her, at least she wanted to die knowing something.

The surge of courage that had coursed through the girl's body made Pennywise bend back slightly, a little farther from her.

“Why do I have this light?” She asks, getting her face closer to the clown's.

The thing shrinks itself but still leaves its hand on the girl's chest.

“You're like me.” it says, its smile fading from its face and being replaced by an angry expression. “When there was nothing in the void, four deadlights appeared out of nowhere, three of them are me. I thought that the turtle was it, but it looks like the fourth one is you.” it says, she could see the lights through the clown's mouth, just the glow coming out of its mouth.

When (Y/n) saw the lights, hers seemed to shine more brightly under the creature's hand. Her breathing quickened, her tears ceased, and it seemed that everything had stopped, as if time had frozen. She stares at the clown, trying to understand what was going on, but it seemed that it was confused too.

Pennywise opens its mouth slowly, its lips opening wider than they should be, countless rows of teeth covering its entire mouth. She knew she should be afraid, but she just stared, as if this were normal in her routine. The seconds went by and the clown's mouth opened wider, and finally she could see the three lights. The moment she made eye contact with them she was breathless, she tried opening her mouth to pull in oxygen, but she couldn't. When she tried to close her mouth, she couldn't do that either, it was as if someone was holding her mouth open. But it wasn't a bad feeling, it was like giving a long yawn. She felt something come from her throat, a strong heat coming to her mouth, a good heat.

The deadlights of the thing came out of its mouth as the girl's came out of hers. The (h/c) was able to maintain eye contact with the lights, paying attention to what would happen next. The lights stopped in front of each other, those of the clown swirled around themselves, and hers swirled in a circular motion. They came closer, meeting and bumping, but finally lined up, rotating the four of them together in a circular motion. Only a few seconds pass while the mortal dance took place, but to the girl, it seemed like an eternity, one she wish she could relive again soon, as strange as it was. When the lights parted, they slowly returned to their owners.

Pennywise feels its strength drain away, falling to the ground with his monstrous mouth still open abnormally. Meanwhile (Y/n) leaned against the door, felt her legs weak and a sweat, which she hadn’t noticed, coming down her back and forehead, she felt extremely tired and strangely aroused. It was literally the feeling she had when she had an orgasm, only ten times stronger. She tried to hold on to the door but fell to the floor like the clown, exhausted and sweaty.

She realized that she no longer felt the fear she should feel, it was as if in front of her was her husband, not an ancient monster that fed on fear and probably on human flesh. Her feelings for the creature seemed old, as if she'd known it for years, as if its presence was comforting, different from what it had been before: extremely uncomfortable. She slowly recomposed herself, straightening her clothes and running a hand through her hair. She also realized that her panties weren’t in a nice situation.

Pennywise tried to pull itself together too, returning its mouth to normal, unfortunately extremely slowly, that activity must have exhausted its strength like never before. It staggers to its feet, wanting to leave as soon as possible, but it’s as if something wouldn’t let it go. A tug on its chest urged it to stay there with the girl, hugging her, making her comfortable with its presence. But it had to leave, it didn't want to admit that this had happened, that it was linked to a human.

When the girl managed to calm her breathing, she looked for the thing, looking around, but realized that it was gone. She feels her heart break, an immense pain coming from her chest. She didn’t know why and but she began to cry, cringing to the floor, pulling her legs to her chest and resting her face on her knees. She didn't want to accept it, but she couldn't stop thinking that she wanted it there.

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Waking up the day after meeting Pennywise was difficult, it felt like her body was exhausted, as if she hadn't slept for days. She made her bed and started getting ready for work. For a second she was sure she would pass out, but the dizziness passed quickly, leaving her slightly worried. She took a deep breath, thinking it was just her imagination and decided to have her breakfast. Her hunger demanded whole dishes with pancakes and scrambled eggs, but choose to make only two toasts. She felt that her hunger hadn’t been satisfied, so she took a fruit to eat on the way to work.

She realized that the path seemed to be bigger, as if it were miles away from her house, in reality being only a few minutes. Once there, she change and started her shift. A friend, seeing the state she was in, asked if she was sick. She replied that it was just a cold, that it would soon pass. At the end of the day, she said goodbye to her co-workers, managing to put a momentary smile on her face and started walking back home. Going through a store in the way and buying four packs of pasta, something easy and quick to cook.

When she got home, she ran to the kitchen, opening the pasta packages as fast as possible. She took the largest pot she could find and filled it with water, managing to wait just two minutes for the water to warm up. She placed the pasta in the water, waiting for the food to become soft or sufficiently edible, before placing it on a plate.

Trying to eat slowly, whenever she finished a dish, she’d go back to the stove to get another one. However, she did not feel satisfied at any time.

She sat on the sofa and waited for some time, suddenly the hunger would pass after digesting or feeling that the food had settled in her stomach. However, a few minutes later, nothing, the hunger continues and she can feel the saliva filling her mouth. She took a deep breath and built up courage. If she could only feel good and healthy with the clown, she would need to get closer to it.

She got up and went down to the basement, swaying from side to side as she descended the stairs. She almost runs to the well, holding on to the walls of the well to stop herself from falling into the infinite darkness. She looks at the bottom, waiting for something to emerge, but nothing can be seen, nor heard, not even a drop of water. She waited, feeling tears fill her eyes, her vision blurred, managing to see only the black bottom of the well and the water falling from her face and dripping to the bottom.

"Pennywise!" She screamed, expecting something, but again, nothing came "Pennywise!" She tries again, her voice breaking this time "P-please, Pennywise." Now her voice was just a whisper.

She feels her energies drain, her fingers release the sides of the well slowly, dropping head first to the bottom, unable to scream or even open her eyes to see the bottom floor. Her mind did not let her feel the ground breaking her skull, leaving her unconscious in the middle of the fall.

When awake, she almost jumped off the ground she was on, still feeling like she was falling. Taking a deep breath and looking at her surroundings, she couldn't make out where she was. She knew that her hunger had subsided considerably and her tiredness felt like just a day of hard work. She looked around her, she was at a strange place, it was like a cave, but all black, a dim light on the ceiling, which was extremely high.

She got up slowly, thinking about how to get out of there. The ground where she was at was a crater, as if something had fallen there and frozen in time. She descended from the site and began to search around the cave. She found nothing. How had she gotten there? She just remembered falling in the infinite void, nothing more. She thought about trying to dig or something, but by then she would be starving. She had the idea to call the clown, which at that moment seemed the most plausible.

“Pennywise!” She shouted, now less desperate than earlier “Get me out of here, please!” She continues, sitting on her side on one of the crater's spikes, resting her legs.

She waited a few minutes and tried again, but unfortunately, It didn't come. A few more minutes passed, but she kept trying. She tried one last time, before fear completely settling in her body. She felt her lungs run out of air, tears filled her eyes and her body shook. Was that how she was going to die? Hungry, cold and alone? She sat against the wall, hugging her legs and resting her head on her knees.

She felt a presence there, she knew right away who it was. However, she refused to look up, she knew it was only there because of her fear, like a moth attracted by the flame.

"Why did you ran?" She asks, her face still hidden by her hair and knees.

It stops and thinks for a few seconds, bends down to the girl and looks at her. What it felt when it was with her was something close to what it felt in its victims, so it ran, out of fear. It wasn’t planning to say anything about saving her from falling into the well and taking her to a place where no human had ever been. It intended to lie, yes, lying would be the best option, humans did it all the time, why couldn't it? However, its mouth was already open to say what it was feeling right after she finished the question.

"I was afraid." And like a child, it covered its mouth, as if holding something it didn't want to escape.

“I was- I am afraid.” She says, lifting her face and showing it her face, covered in tears and sweat “I can't stop eating and I feel tired all the time! Except when I'm with you.” She finishes saying, getting up and approaching the clown.

It stumbles and falls backwards, its face showing the same terror as the day before. She had the impression that it looked smaller, like a sulking child. She took advantage of the situation and imposed herself, puffing out her chest and making an angry face.

"I want to know everything." she says, wiping tears from her face and crossing her arms in front of her breasts.

"I already told you everything I know." it kept trying to lie.

“Somehow, I can feel you’re lying.” She crouches down next to it, smirking “Tell me it all.”

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The clown looks frightened at the girl, it pushed its body so far that its back was leaning against one of the walls of the place. (Y/n) approached slowly, sitting in one of the crater's spikes, looking suspiciously at the creature. She didn't know what it could do, so even though she confident, she kept her distance. Continuing to look at the thing, hoping for something. It knew exactly what she wanted, it just needed to speak.

"What you want to know?" it asks, rising from the floor, but still hunched over in its posture.

"From the start." she crosses her arms, demanding a decent explanation.

"It will be too much for a human mind to understand everything." Pennywise speaks, rubbing one hand over the other.

"Simplify."

"I came to this planet millions of years ago, to eat." the creature's eyes flash at the (h/c), it’s eye’s color slowly changing from blue to yellow.

"Eat what?" she asks, curiosity taking over, her face turns from anger to something more innocent.

"Fear." it comes closer, its dumb smile on its face again.

"How do you feed on fear?" she asks a question, without having the slightest sense of an answer that might not please her at all.

"Children." it says just that, its smile grows and its teeth are shown slowly.

"What?" she thinks she didn't understand, but her brain understood too quickly, causing her to start shaking and her mind to fit some pieces together.

"I eat children, they taste better when I scare them to death." it continues, building up the courage to get closer to the girl, who earlier seemed very scary.

"S-so all the kids who were missing you-"

"I ate them all." it interrupts, its face is now inches away from the girl’s.

(Y/n)’s eyes were opened wide, the truth now right in front of her face. She only managed to breathe a few times before a sense of panic took over her being. She moved away, still sitting on one of the crater's spikes, but almost entering the center, trying more and more to stay away from the clown. The thing was getting closer and closer to her body, looking much bigger than it was before, when it was shy in the corner of the cave.

(Y/n) kept thinking about how it hadn't been discovered yet, how it did these things and how it was turning things around to make it favorable for it. The fear melts from the girl’s face and she returns with an expression of anger.

The clown doesn’t expect it, its smile is gone once again and a frightened face takes over. It gets up in the last attempt to look scary, but it isn’t enough, because the (h/c) is also up again.

"You are not going to turn this on me!" Pennywise crawls on the floor "I'm the one asking the questions and I'm the one getting the answers." she continues, walking forward, making the thing drag himself back and lean his back against one of the spikes "And I'm the scary one now."

The clown lets out a frightened and weak moan, but audible enough for the girl to hear and almost feel sorry for it. However, there was no pity for someone who ate children. Still, her mind cried out to calm it down, to comfort it. She then bent over, one knee on the floor, one hand slowly being extended to it. It looks at her strangely, but accepts the hand anyway. She lets out a breath and kneels completely, getting very close to the creature. She intertwines her fingers with the creature's, feeling the softness of its glove.

“Look, I know we’re connected somehow. But I just want to understand all of this.” she says, giving a weak smile.

It continues to stare at her, with a look as lost as before. One of its eyes looks slowly to the side, something that the (h/c) hasn’t seen yet. It looked like he was thinking about what to say or do at that moment. Its mouth opened slowly, crooked, pointed teeth gleaming in the dim light of the place. It slowly brought his face close to the girl's, its gooey tongue sticking out of its mouth and running slowly over the girl's cheek. (Y/n) gets a little scared, but she doesn't move away, waiting for another reaction from the clown. It gives a macabre smile, still with its tongue hanging out, and speaks.

“Your fear is addictive.” it says, getting closer to her, getting on its knees and hands and making the girl fall sitting, resting her hands on the floor "I’ll tell you everything."

"Finally-" she starts, a sigh coming out of her mouth.

"If you’ll let me taste your fear." it interrupts her, leaving her without understanding.

"Are you going to e-eat me?" she speaks softly, not believing how it has so much control over her and she over it.

"Just a nibble or two." it comes closer, its face very close to the girl's, but its eyes scanning where it would bite.

"P-please, don’t hurt me." she asks, the closeness making her lean more, laying her body on the floor as cold as ice.

It rests its hands on the sides of the girl's head, its body overlapping the small figure that was (Y/n) compared to it. The adrenaline made the (h/c) excited, her breathing became faster, her face flushed with the position they were in. She closed her eyes and turned away, not wanting to know where the clown would bite or hurt her. This seemed to give it a sense of where it was going for, her face of fear and her pulse rising by the second. The skin looked so juicy, so smooth, so attractive. It opened its mouth further, stretching its lips so that more meat would fit.

For a brief second it thought about ending it all, just biting hard and deep enough to rip the girl's head off. However, it seemed that there was something stopping it, it felt the light inside her shine, as if calling for a chance to show that with the two alive they would prosper, ascend. It stopped for two seconds and took the chance. Its hard teeth pierced the soft flesh, immediately making the spot bleed.

The girl struggles, trying to push the creature, but completely without strength and afraid that pushing it would make the wound bigger or it would tear a piece from her neck. Her eyes filled with tears, the pain seemed unbearable, as if thousands of needles were piercing her skin. Suddenly she felt the weight coming off her. Not exactly coming out completely, but enough that she could look at the thing in front of her.

She searches Pennywise's eyes, finding two bright red orbs. Her body trembles, a chill running down her spine. It looked ecstatic, its look of hunger had increased, but it also had an expression of pity. It’s mouth was now smaller, again the teeth were 'normal', the rabbit teeth were seen in the creature's half-open mouth. Her neck throbs, reminding her of what had happened, she turns her head, trying to cover the injured area, but being interrupted halfway. Pennywise holds her wrists, preventing her from holding the spot. She looks at it, as if asking what it was doing. Her face of indignation, pain and sadness seemed to move it, its eyes going from red to blue, but again turning to red. It seemed that the hunger spoke louder than any feeling it could feel at that moment.

She thought it would be the end of her, she closed her eyes again, waiting for her dark and painful fate. However, the only thing she felt was something hot and luscious going through the wound. She closed her eyes harder, the tooth holes burned more than hell, but she found the courage to open her eyelids and understand what was going on. She turned her face slowly, feeling the muscles in her neck pull the wounds, causing more pain than she already felt. The thing passed it’s tongue slowly over the place, making it cleaner and subsiding its hunger.

It tasted her blood, its eyes closed in ecstasy and its tongue moving without its consent. It felt the girl's eyes on it, then opened its eyes as well. It looks into her (e/c) eyes, continuing to lick the wounds. For some reason, the (h/c) felt her heart racing and her face flush. It finishes the ‘work’ by moving its face away from the girl’s neck. The two face each other for a few seconds, the girl with a passionate look and the thing with his usual scary look. Until the clown decided to continue the conversation.

“You’ll heal, it won’t take long. It doesn’t take for me at least.” it says, licking its red lips with blood and ink.

"Tell me, please." she moans, her hot body asking for some kind of release “We’ll get upstairs and… Talk.” she says, her mind clouded with impure thoughts, but managing to ask to get out of there soon. Her home seemed more comfortable than that place to do what she wanted.

"Yes, I'll tell you everything." it holds her face brutally, its claws snapping over her head and the smile on its face widening again.

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The world was black for a second, when she opened her eyes, her bedroom was in view. It looked like she was there all the time, like the thing could teleport. She had to get a notion of how much power this being held. She could feel it behind her, holding her two arms as if she would run away, his claws digging slowly on her upper arms. The girl made a move forward, warning the thing that she wanted away from it. It hesitantly let her go, not wanting to lose the warmth she was providing. (Y/n) sat on her bed, a leg tucked under her. She looked eager, she was waiting for something to happen or something the clown would say.

Pennywise looked at the room strangely, looking around the shelves and desk. The girl waits for their eyes to cross again and when it happens she signals for it to sit on the bed with her. It furrowed it’s non existent brows, finding it peculiar to have a ‘normal conversation’, as the humans called it. It walked awkwardly to the bed and sat on it with a loud ‘bump’ from his lower body on the mattress. It slowly turns his head to look at the girl, it’s mouth hanging low, a little bit of saliva dripping down, making (Y/n) think about changing the sheets later.

“S-so, about the story you were gonna tell.” she starts to say, clearly uncomfortable with the topic, but wanting to talk about it nonetheless.

“I came to this world to feed, I fell like a ‘meteor’, as you humans call it.” it pauses a bit, finding amusing the expressions the girl was making.

“You’re an alien?” she asks, her eyes widening and her mouth hanging open.

“I’m more than that.” it continues, it lifts one of its hands, it changes to some claws and then to tentacles “We’re more than that.” it turns to the (h/c), making her furrow her brows, as if saying that she didn’t understand “We’re from a void, far beyond this universe.”

“W-we?” she stutters, not comprehending the magnitude of her own being.

“Yes, we’re from the same place. We were created along with the... Turtle” it growls a bit, showing its sharp teeth and yellowish eyes.

“Turtle?” the girl was becoming more confused as the conversation went on.

“He calls me brother, I call him enemy.” it opens its mouth a little more, the growl growing louder “You seem to be the rest of me, the only thing that I miss.”

“And what is that?” she asks, her face going red, her stupid thoughts taking it to a romantic setting.

“Satisfaction.” it responds, its eyes blue again and a big smile on its lips, with teeth small as needles pressing against one another.

“S-so the light I have with me is a part of... You?” her face contorts again.

“I thought that I was the only one, but it seems that that were four Deadlights.” it says, completely ignoring her question.

“If we’re one, why was I here and you were… Well… Where were you?” she stops to think, looking at the ground, her mind working till exhaustion.

“Since you have only one light, you lack everything that I am. You must’ve stayed here from the very beginning, reincarnating multiple times.” it continues, again ignoring her “The Deadlight inside you gave you some kind of amnesia, so it wouldn’t remember the burden of being alone in a planet where there was no life yet.”

She stopped to think again. So she was alone, from the beginning? She must’ve been so sad, lonely and heartbroken. Her other half was universes away and she couldn’t even get to it. Tears came to her eyes, a feeling of sorrow overwhelming her. She covered her face with her hands, not wanting the clown to see it, but it didn’t work. It could notice her feelings the moment her mind made up what was happening. It got up on the bed, making the girl look up for a moment, finding it strange that it would out of a sudden stand up on the mattress. She ignored it, turning her back to it, she was getting kind of tired of its mannerisms. The thing dropped down on the bed again, making her jump on her spot, but when she was about to scold it, warm arms wrapped around her middle, its legs on either side of her, spooning her sitting. She immediately stopped feeling down, she noticed that her tears too had stopped. So it was true her connection with it, she wished, just for a second, that her life would be normal again.

(Y/n) felt a little uncomfortable in the clown’s embrace, but soon the awkward situation gave place to a pleasant one. Her heart was melting on the fact of how the thing actually cared for her. Her body became warm, like she was wrapped up inside a blanket on a cold night. She took a deep breath and leaned on it, her back pressed flush against its chest. She dried her tears, sniffing right after.

“Since we are together, we’ll stop feeling hungry, feeling the need to do anything. Sleep, eat, normal necessities, right?” she asks, putting her arms on top of its on her belly.

“Yes.” it briefly says, nuzzling her neck with his nose, his clothes jiggling as he moves his head.

“So you won’t eat children anymore?” she says lowly, actually hoping that it wouldn’t hear.

She was afraid it would feel like she was using this connection that they had to make it stop murdering innocent kids. She was afraid of its reaction and what it would do to her if it felt anger towards her. If it bit her when it was excited, she could only imagine what it would do when angry.

She was expecting a verbal answer, but it only hummed, the rumble from its chest could be felt by her. Its grip on her tightened and she turned her head just a little bit, being able to see its now yellow eyes, eyes of hunger, of wanting. She herself growled lowly, her mouth opening slowly, getting her mouth closer to its own mouth. She closed her eyes, her body turning with her face, her lips touching lightly the creature’s.

It didn’t know what to do, it looked at her, trying to understand what was happening. It put its tongue out its mouth, passing it fast against the girl’s lips. She opens her eyes, kinda weirded out, but understanding that it might not know the concept of a kiss since it never even had a special someone. Her mouth moves on its own, a smile carved on her face, followed by a little laugh, that was turning rapidly into a full cackle. She pushed herself off it, holding her mouth to try to prevent her laughing to be too loud. (Y/n) looked at it, hoping it was thinking about the awkward situation the way she was, but it was pissed. Her laugh died right at the moment she saw its face, its eyes red in anger, his mouth dripping saliva and his buck teeth were replaced with the sharp ones.

“I-I’m sorry.” she says, getting away from it slowly, her back pressed against the wall next to her window, trapped on the corner that her bed met the wall.

The thing only looked at her, she could sense its hate, making her more scared. Though that didn’t last very long, it disappeared right under her nose, not even a single reminder that it was there. She got up from the bed, the feeling of being alone consuming her again. Her fear turned to sadness and loneliness. She could feel her stomach hurt from hunger and her brain trying to shut down, but she kept her composure, trying her maximum to not break down right there. But that was becoming a difficult task. They were meant for each other, why did it keep running away? She sat on the bed again, her elbows propped up against her knees and her hands holding her head. She was so hungry, so tired, but she didn’t feel like eating, nor did she want to sleep. She could still feel his anger, and she could sense it would kill again because of her. She thought she could make it stop, but she had to be more subtle about it. She got the feeling that maybe if she could convince it, they would be extremely happy and fulfilled together.

“I had to fuck this up… We were going well so far.” she said to nobody. She noticed that it stopped his wrong doings when they were occupied with each other, maybe she just had to grab his full attention, but she had no clue how to do that.

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She was reading the news the morning after, her coworkers beside her. She couldn’t believe her eyes, had It done this? No, it couldn’t be, the guy’s boyfriend said that he was thrown in the river by a gang. Still, she knew there was something wrong about this incident, she just couldn’t tell what.

“I heard from a friend that the guy had a giant bite mark on his armpit.” the girl on her left her said.

“Armpit? What kind of animal goes for the armpit?” the boy on her right asked, making her mind work on its own.

Her friends kept talking with each other, but (Y/n) couldn’t say anything, because she knew who had done it. She wondered if it was because she had enraged it, if it was her talking its ears off about stopping eating humans. She lets out a sigh, making her friends stop making assumptions about the crime and look at her.

“Did you know him?” the girl asked, her voice a little softer than her high pitched tone.

“N-no! I was just thinking about his family.” the girl recovers herself from the sudden question.

Their boss announced that the break was over and they left the newspaper aside, but she couldn’t stop thinking about it. She decided to take a look at the library, maybe they had something about the clown, it seemed impossible that nobody knew anything about the thing. She made an excuse to get out earlier, the library would be closed if she got out later, and off she went to check the archives.

A few minutes later she was asking the librarian where the archives about the story of the town were. She said that there weren't many books about the town, but there were some photos on books and journal articles about some tragedies that happened. She sat down on a chair in the corner of the main room, trying to make herself comfortable before reading something that might terrorize her for days.

The first pages were about the founding of the town, it seemed that more than three hundred people disappeared between 1740 and 1743. It couldn’t have been It, right? Too many people to eat, even for it. And wasn’t it supposed to sleep for twenty seven years? So why would it kill for three years straight? She had her doubts about it having anything to do with this incident.

The next pages were about a guy named John Markson, who poisoned his family and right after commits suicide by eating a type of mushroom that makes his death much more painful than his own family. That was in 1851 There were some cases of disappearing kids, but they were just a few lines long. That got her attention. It seemed that the case put a shadow over the missing kids, as if they hadn’t even existed at all.

That made her lip quiver, her mind traveled back to how it reacted when she advised it about not eating kids. She thought of all the kids that died and kept dying to this day. She had to stop it one way or another, her conscience wouldn’t let her leave with herself if she didn’t at least try.

When she stopped to breathe, she felt eyes on her, but when she looked around, there was no one watching her. She figured out way too fast who it was. She ignored the sensation and kept on reading.

The next news article was about a group of lumberjacks that were murdered in 1878. That too seemed to be a work from It. Just twenty seven years after that another incident happened. That was the pattern that she was looking for.

The next incident happened in 1904 when a guy named Claude Heroux entered a bar and killed twelve men with an axe. He was dragged by the population and hanged. When asked if he saw anyone new or strange he told that he saw a “comical fella” for a few days before committing the murders. In 1906 a factory blew up, killing a hundred and eight people, eighty eight were children looking for Easter eggs.

More incidents year after year, while some of them were small and forgettable, the ones that caught her attention were the disappearing kids and big cases like the factory one. She was astonished at the fact of how many years it has lived in Derry, the people didn’t seem to notice and in the span of twenty seven years they would have more kids, it was the perfect way to eat all these kids! It wasn’t right, of course, but if it didn’t get caught, it would keep eating for the rest of its life, or until humanity was no more.

Her mind kept repeating the cases, the kids, the murders. She forgot about the time, only noticing a few minutes later that the place was getting darker and she couldn’t really read anymore. She got up exasperated, not noticing a figure on the second floor looking down at her. She looked around the place, looking for the librarian, she hoped that she wasn’t alone. She hoped too that she wasn’t locked inside the library. She went to the main desk, still holding the book, but couldn’t find anybody. Great, now she had to be here for the whole night. At least she wouldn’t be obligated to see the clown.

Just as she thought that, a noise came from behind. She turned quickly, holding the book on her hand tightly. She walked slowly past the counter, seeing some books on the ground, as if someone bumped into a shelf. She swallowed drily, her heart pumping her blood so fast she became dizzy for a few seconds. Was it a friend or a foe? Was it the clown? A voice stopped her thoughts, tranquilizing her at some degree.

“Hey, uhm.. You’re the one who lives in Neilbolt, right?” the guy asks, smiling a little bit, the girl could see that he actually remembered her, but didn’t want to seem obsessive.

“Y-Yeah, what are you doing here?” she was getting uncomfortable, the same guy that acted strange just because she was living in an old house, was stuck with her until morning.

“I work here, I’m one of the librarians.” he becomes shy for some reason, his hand scratching his neck “And you?”

“I got stuck, time flies by when you’re distracted.” she laughs a little, more relaxed to know that the guy was supposed to be here, maybe to close up, and not stalk her as she thought.

“That book was one of the first ones I read here.” he comments, pointing to the book she was holding.

“I was curious about the town, but it seems I lost track of time.” she smiles, her face red from embarrassment.

“It’s alright. I’m sorry, I don’t remember asking your name.” he says, just as embarrassed as her.

“It’s (Y/n) (L/n). You?” she extends her hand, waiting for a handshake.

“Mike Hanlon.” he says, promptly grabbing her hand.

They smiled at each other for a few seconds and Mike seemed to remember something terrible in this short time. His face contorted to one of terror, he pointed at her, mumbling softly, words too low for her to hear. He gradually began talking louder, finally asking her out loud. She was just watching him, scared that it might be a rumor or the guy might do something to her.

“I-I warned you about It! You should’ve left the house, now it’s following you!” he starts to scream, walking from side to side.

“W-what?” she acts as if she doesn’t know what he’s talking about.

“You know what I’m talking about! The cat in your house is not a cat!” he continues, grabbing her arms, the book falling between them “That’s why you’re reading this book, this is not exactly a history book, but you chose this one, why?” he asked, his hands tightening their grip on her arms.

She struggles to breath, her arms were hurting so much, her eyesight was blurry, tears were building up in her eyes. She shakes her arms, trying to shake the man away from her, but with no avail.

“It wrote a message with its victim’s blood ‘Come home, can’t touch her’” he says, looking at her as if asking for an answer.

“T-to who?” she asks trembling, not really knowing if she wanted an answer.

“To the losers club.”

“‘Losers club?’” she asks, not understanding where that was coming from.

“My friends and I formed a group when we were young, we called ourselves ‘the losers club’. We thought we had defeated it, but it seems that we only weakened it.” he says, walking away from her, his thoughts at a thousand miles per hour.

“And what I have to do with any of this?” she asks, more confused than ever.

“You’re a key piece to defeat it forever.”

“What? No, I’m not!” she tries to convince him, but her eyes couldn’t even meet his.

“The girl it was talking about could only be you! Bev was just another loser, but you live in its house! You live with it!” he gets closer to her face shouting.

“I-I don’t even know what you’re talking about!” she continues to try, not at all convincing the man.

“Don’t lie, I know that you see it.” he says now softly, as if trying to make her trust him.

“Alright! Alright! I see it, I hear it and I talk to it!” she screams, covering her ears and crouching down a little.

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“W-what?!” he says perplexed at her response “When I thought about you having anything to do with It, I didn’t think you would actually be friends!” he screams at her.

“I’m not!” she screams back, her eyebrows furrowed and blushing cheeks.

She lets out a sigh, getting down and gathering the book she dropped earlier. When she came back up, the man still had this expression of surprise.

“Look, we started with the wrong foot. We probably want the same thing!” she looks at him hugging the book in her arms.

“How do you know?! We could be enemies for all I know!” Mike screams, his arms wide open, doubting her until the last second.

“I’m on your side! I hate this genocide as much as you do! I tried to convince It, but It gets pissed everytime I talk about it!” she tries to convince him.

“Alright! I get it! We should talk from the start.” he walks to one of the tables, sitting there and waiting for the girl to take a seat too.

She walked up to him, placing the book on top of the table, in the middle of it. An awkward silence settled in, they didn’t want to tell their sides of the story. Mike was afraid of her and (Y/n) was afraid for him. She drew a deep breath and started to talk.

“I moved here some months ago, the job was close enough and the house was cheap. It was a dream! I reformed it and moved in right after.” she gets interrupted by a frantic Mike.

“What?! How could you buy it? Was it even for sale? Why did the thing let you reform it?” he started asking, not understanding It’s motives.

“I don’t know, it was for sale though. I reformed it quite quickly and the men that worked there never saw anything strange. When I moved everything was fine, I still had the uncovered well downstairs, but I planned to cover it. Some days later strange things started to occur, things would move or disappear, I figured that that was why the house was so cheap. I’m not afraid of ghosts, so it didn’t actually bother me.” she stopped to think for a second “One night I came home and fell asleep on the sofa. I heard a noise and woke up to find It on the ground, It had a gash on its forehead and it was passed out. Now that I think about it, I don’t know why I didn’t call the cops, I remember I was really scared, but the only thought I had was to help it.”

“It has the power to convince, that’s why the town always forgets to look more into the children’s disappearance. But you said that you found it on the ground, what did you do with it?” Mike asks, really into the story, wanting to know how this girl got tangled up in all of this.

“I took it to the sofa and cleaned the dry blood from its forehead. I fell asleep beside it, I worked till late that day and didn’t sleep well the night before. When I woke up again it was almost biting my shoulder. I passed out and woke up on the sofa, thinking that it was all a dream. But on that day forward I started seeing it almost everyday.” she finishes a little sad, even though it brought some kind of adventure to her life, some excitement, she still liked the way her life was before. But thinking on how her soul was all alone on this planet made her think otherwise.

“It was kind of like that with us too. The first time I saw it, it took the form of my dead parents. The others saw their fears too and after that we confronted it together. Our friendship almost fell apart, but the thing wasn’t strong enough to tear us apart for too long. We thought we had defeated it, but it seems that it wasn’t dead, just… Tired.” he sighs, putting his head in his hands “I’ve a solution, but I don’t even know if it’s gonna work.”

“How is it supposed to work?” she asks, her hand caressing his arm, having a soothing effect on him.

“We would lock it in a box, it’s the ritual of Chüd.” he gets up, walking to somewhere she doesn’t know and comes back a few minutes later, carrying a strange box made of leather “This box, we would gather things important to us and throw it within a fire burning inside of it. We repeat ‘Turn the light into darkness’ till the end and that would be it. But the ritual needs the whole group and I don’t think all of them want to come. It needs for them to believe too, they need to want it to end, to be stuck and fragile, but I can’t control their minds to know if they’re afraid or not.”

“If they’re as good friends as the story you told me showed, they’ll come.” she smiles at him, grabbing his hand to calm him down.

Deep inside she knew that it wouldn’t work, she didn’t want for it to work. If it did, she would be alone all again, and that was a feeling she wasn’t prepared to have again. She wanted it to stop the killings, she knew that it didn’t need to feed when around her and she wasn’t exactly fond of being away from it. Of course she would need to adapt, but over time they would figure it out. If the thing wasn’t so hardheaded! She wanted to talk, but every time she started this topic it would disappear or simply ignore her pleas.

“When are they coming?” she asked, not prepared to hear the answer, since they might come to kill it right away.

“Tonight, we’re gonna meet at the chinese restaurant.”

Her face pales, but she tries to not think about it too much. She should warn the clown though.

“Then, I shouldn’t keep you here, you should go talk to them already.” she gets up from the table, smiling nervously.

“You should come with me.” he says smiling too, but his was sincere, full of hope “You seem to be a key piece to this puzzle, so you should talk to them too.”

“I shouldn’t intrude in your reunion, really, it’s okay!” she says getting nervous by the second.

“I insist, they’ll love you and you can help us with the location since you live with it.” he continues to try, grabbing her arm casually and walking with her to the entrance, getting his car keys on the way and opening the library door.

“Alright! I’ll go, but I won’t promise that I know something that would help.” she says, finally accepting to go.

The only thing on her mind was to get information to keep it safe, if she knew what they were going to do, she could be a step ahead of them.

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“So, where are we going?” (Y/n) asks, paying attention to the road ahead.

“There’s a chinese restaurant, we’re gonna meet them there.” Mike says, turning on a street and parking in front of the restaurant.

It was pretty big, the woman hadn’t seen it yet. She hadn’t had the time to get out of the house after the clown had appeared in her life. They got out of the car and Mike talked to the woman in the front, she led them inside the building towards a large table, seven chairs were placed around it. She asked for another chair, since she thought that they had the number of clients right. She sat beside Mike, looking around the establishment.

“What are you gonna tell them?” she says, looking at her nails before picking up the menu.

“About what?” he turns to her, getting up to look at a fish tank that was beside the table.

“About me, you can’t just straight up tell them about my story. Either they’ll hate me or think you’re crazy.” she continues, looking through the pages and reading the contents of each dish.

“I’ll figure it out. Knowing them, they’ll probably want to befriend you. After that I can tell them.” Mike says, he hears a sound behind them turning to see one of his friends walk in “Hey!”

The guy jumps slightly, Mike walks to him and hugs the guy pretty tight, the man reciprocates, they keep hugging for a few seconds before Mike lets go and starts talking non-stop.

“I didn’t know if any of you guys would- After all this time. But of course you came!” Mike got in the man’s face, intimidating him a little.

“An oath is an oath.” he stops, looking distant for a second “We losers gotta stick together, right?”

“Losers? You remember that, right? That’s good.” Mike tries to enter the topic, but remembers the woman sitting behind him “Oh! That’s right! This is (Y/n).” he turns to her, she gets up from the chair and extends her hand to the man.

“Hello, I’m (Y/n) (L/n). Nice to meet you.” she smiles, trying to be as friendly as possible.

“Bill Denbrough, nice to meet you too.” he grabs her hand, shaking it slightly and smiling a little too awkwardly for her taste.

“She’s mine… Uh…” Mike begins to say, but doesn't know how to introduce her as.

“I’m his girlfriend.” she gets closer to the man and holds his hand, trying to sell the lie “He’s a little shy about it.”

When Bill was about to make a comment the two men heard a familiar voice entering the restaurant. Another man got in, smaller than Bill, but seemed younger. He was talking to the waiter about his allergies it seemed.

“If I eat a cashew I could-” he stopped as he looked at the two men “Realistically die.”

Bill and Mike smile at him.

“Holy shit.” he walked to the two and hugged them both at the same time.

They greeted each other, asking about life and work.

“You married Mike?” the new guy asks, (Y/n) laughs just by the thought of Mike trying to explain himself.

“Uh… Yes! Wait- No.” he says, scratching his neck embarrassed.

The woman gets out from behind him, smiles and waves at the new person.

“Hi, I’m (Y/n) (L/n), Mike’s girlfriend. Nice to meet you.” she extends her hand, just like she did with Bill.

And just like Bill he accepts the hand, but his face was not exactly one of sympathy, more like a surprised one.

“Nice to meet you too. I’m Eddie Kaspbrak.” he smiles a little before turning to Mike “I can’t actually believe you got a girlfriend, you were just as shy as Ben!”

“He charmed his way into my heart, I guess.” she says, bumping her elbow on him, as if saying to go with the lie.

Suddenly a loud noise was heard, the chinese gon was rang. They turned quickly, surprised to see the two tall men and a tall woman standing by the table.

“The losers club has officially begun.” the one with glasses says.

“Ha! Look at these guys.” Eddie jokes.

The six keep awkwardly staring at each other, before all of them talk over one another. (Y/n) can understand, being away for so long is painful and reuniting is always a big event. She kind of left out, she wasn’t friends with any of them, and wasn’t planning to be. They kept talking about their perfect little lives and their past selves that used to live here. She kept asking herself how long this torture would last. She never had friends to know what this feeling was like, but if she had, she wished they would be these guys, making jokes about each other, laughing together, hurting together. Still, she prefered to be alone, she was doing well before the clown, but now just being away from it made her uneasy and tired.

She was feeling very hungry ever since Pennywise left her that day, she knew eating wasn’t going to help, but she continuously stuffed her face with the food that was being served. They were already asking for the bill, the waiter brought some fortune cookies for them while the cashier was printing it. (Y/n) was the first one to grab a cookie, but no one seemed to notice. She started eating it, but didn’t read the message, she just held the paper on her hands, her attention now on one of the losers.

“I mean, it’s weird, right?” Ben started, she had to remember all those names so she could pass the information to the clown “Now that we’re all here, everything just comes faster and faster. I mean all of it.”

“When Mike called me I threw up. Weird, like I got nervous. I got, like, sick and I threw up.” Richie says “I feel fine now. I feel very relieved to be here with you guys.” he notices that they are looking at him “Why are you all looking at me?”

“When Mike called me I crashed my car.” Eddie says.

“Seriously?” Bill asks worried.

“Yeah.”

“Man, I hear you. My heart was literally pounding right out of my chest.” Ben says, making a motion with his hand.

“I thought it was only me.” Beverly says.

“It was like pure f-f-f-” Bill tries to say, but keeps stuttering, Mike completes the phrase for him.

“Fear.” all participants of the group feel a cold shiver run down their spines “It’s fear. What you felt.”

“Why did we all f-feel like that, Mike?” Bill asks “You remember something we don’t right, Mike.”

“Something happens to you when you leave this town. The farther away, the easier it gets. But me, I never left. So, yeah, I remember. I remember all of it.” Mike tells them, their faces turning fast to one of fear and remembrance.

“Pennywise.” Beverly whispers loud enough for all on the table to hear.

“Oh, the fucking clown.” Eddie gets to his bag to grab his inhaler.

“Mike you said you wanted help with something, what was that?” Bill asks, now turning angry at his friend.

“There’s an echo here in Derry that bounces back every twenty seven years.” Mike begins, but Eddie stops him.

“What are you talking about?”

“Hold on, listen, listen. We- We thought we stopped it back then. We thought it was done.” Mike grabs a book of his, full of information on the cases that Pennywise was clearly involved in “A man, a week ago, Adrian Mellon slaughtered. A girl Lisa Aubric went missing. There already have been others and there will be more.” he tries to continue, but they all speak over each other, not wanting to hear anything of it or be a part of whatever Mike is planning.

“Let him explain.” Ben says, interrupting them all.

“The echo, we might’ve changed it, just like it changed us, but we didn’t stop it, because it just bounces back. We made an oath. That’s why I brought you back. That’s why you’re here. To finish it. For good.” as he said that (Y/n) felt her blood run cold, she couldn’t let them reunite and beat it again, she knew that this time it wouldn’t be just early hibernation, it would be death.

“That shit got dark fast. Thanks, Mike.” Richie says, trying to cut the uneasy feeling all of them were getting.

They all begin to eat the fortune cookies and unravel the paper inside. (Y/n) notices that hers was still on her hands, she decides to read it already. She stops dead in her tracks. She refuses to make a sudden movement to alert them that she was, in fact, still there and puts the paper in between her legs without them knowing that she even pulled a cookie from the pile.

“My fortune cookie just says ‘could’.” Eddie turns the message to the group, laughing at the same time that he seemed pissed.

“I don’t know if they do the cookies here, but mine says ‘guess’.” now it was Richie’s turn to be weirded out.

“You wanna throw that over here?” Bill says, looking at his own fortune and asking for the other persons sitting on the table.

Mike gave him a ‘it’ and Ben gave him a ‘cut’. They began screaming what the answer would be, what it could mean and that Mike was probably pranking them. (Y/n) knew the truth, but she herself couldn’t say it, they would immediately put the blame on her, what was she doing there anyway? That had been the stupidest idea she ever had in her whole life.

At the corner of her eye she could see Beverly holding her paper, a single tear escaping her eye as Bill asks for her paper too. She slowly puts it on the table, making everyone more scared at what it was written on the paper. They finally completed the phrase.

‘Guess Stanley could not cut it.’

“Why does it say Stanley?” Eddie asks, getting angry by the minute “Someone else fucking answer me!” he looks around his friends, finally setting his eyes for the second time on the new addition “Do you have a fucking paper too?” he asks her, giving her this intense angry glare.

She was going to say no, but her scared eyes told them otherwise. Mike was feeling kind of guilty, he brought her here, she should be responsible and say what she actually has to do with It, but he can’t bring his mouth to say it. At the beginning he was afraid of her, but now he was afraid for her.

She slowly put the paper on the table, at a similar fashion to Beverly. Eddie snatched the paper and read it out loud.

“‘Give her back’?” he wasn’t expecting that at all “What’s that supposed to mean?” he looks at her, shaking the paper in his hand.

“I have to go.” she says, grabbing her bag and getting up from the chair, but when she passed next to Eddie he grabbed her wrist, pulling her back next to the table.

“You won’t be going anywhere until we discover what this means!” he screams at her.

Suddenly the table began to shake, causing the group to leave anything they were doing behind and pay attention to what was in front of them. The fortune cookies began to shake and break, revealing stuff from nightmares inside.

(Y/n) knew this was her chance, that could only be Pennywise messing with them. She ran for the entrance, but she didn’t stop there, she ran to the forest beside the restaurant. She continued to do so until she was far enough to not hear the sound of cars. Then, she stopped and sat on the ground, breathing heavily and crying out loud.

She didn’t know how to endure pressure, she was sure they would kill her if they knew what she really was. She felt fear with Pennywise, but with them it was different, it was if they were openly telling her what they would do with her lover and she couldn’t do anything about it. It was an awful feeling and she wished she hadn’t decided to go with Mike.

She grabbed her phone from her bag and began to stand up, wanting to call a cab as soon as she got out of the forest, but a hand on her shoulder stopped her from getting up from the ground. She stopped dead on her tracks, thinking it was one of the group, but a faint smell of blood and cotton candy calmed her more than she wanted to.

“You shouldn’t have done that.” it says, clenching its hand over her shoulder, making her whimper from the slight pain.

But she couldn’t care less, she felt relieved, her hunger was gone, she no longer felt tired and the person she was worried about was fine and, the best part, was here with her, protecting her if she had been in any danger. She turned fast towards the clown, embracing it by the waist, holding tight, not wanting to let go ever again. She could hear its Deadlights inside, they were moving fast, but getting less agitated slowly. She rubbed her face against its clothes, drying her tears in it and mumbling while pressing her face in its chest.

“Take me home.” she simply says, feeling a push at her heart and the feeling of coziness and warmth overtaking the cold of the forest.

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She noticed that she actually wasn’t home, she felt the cozyness and the warmth, but it was all the clown. She was still holding its waist, gripping tightly. She could feel an air draft and it wasn’t no longer dark, a few lights were shining not so far away, she could see them with the corner of her eyes. She slowly left its side, looking around the place to see where she was at. There were bleachers surrounding her and people were cheering at a baseball game that was happening at the time. She became confused, why would it want her here? She asked to be home, was it punishing her just from trying to gain information on its enemies? If that was the case, why a baseball game?

“Wh-why are we here?” the woman asks, still shaken up by the last few minutes.

“I want to show you something.” it says, dragging her behind the bleachers, to a darker spot than before.

Where they were there was some light, but Pennywise seemed to blend with the shadow. She even had to get closer, as far as to touch his arm with hers to make sure that it was still there. She watched as a small firefly flew out of the darkness and to the front of the bleachers, slower than an old woman going up the stairs. She couldn’t see the insect anymore, but some seconds later it came back, but with a little girl, no more than five years old, following it.

That image scared the woman, she knew what it was going to do, she could feel it tremble beside her, feeling her fear grow. However, there was some doubt that it would actually eat the child. (Y/n) looked in the direction where the thing should be, except it was too dark. She asked herself if she was as visible as him. And it seemed that she was, the kid didn’t notice her as she got closer and closer. The little girl ran after the light, trying to get it in her hands, but it always flew faster when she got closer to catching it.

The woman wished so hard that it was just playing with the girl, wished that it would only talk to her and joke around, as a normal clown should do, and later on she wished that she wasn’t even there to see what was coming.

“What are you gonna do?” she asked the darkness, feeling a pit forming inside her stomach.

The clown didn’t respond, watching the kid get closer and closer, readying itself to lure its victim. It grabbed the firefly midair, making its white gloves appear in the light. The little girl was scared at first, jumping a little at the sudden movement coming from the dark. It pulled its hands back, opening his hands close to his face, using the light from the firefly to illuminate its face.

“Hello, Vicky.” it says softly, smiling creepily at the child “Isn’t that what your friends call you? Vicky? How did I know that? I guess I must be your friend too.” it continues, sneakily trying to convince the kid, giggling at the end.

“If you’re my friend, why are you hiding in the dark?” she asks, worried eyes travelling over the being in front of her, not being able to identify much.

Its smile falters, slowly turning to a frown.

“You’re not my friend. You’re scary.” she shakes her head, turning her back at it, planning to go back to the boring game from before.

The clown hangs its head, making fake sobs and cries. Getting the attention from the little girl one more time. She turns to look at him, weary, but not as scared as before.

“What are you doing?” (Y/n) asks, looking at the both in front of her, she didn't like where this was going.

“Why are you crying?” the kid asks at the same time as the woman.

The thing looks up, now a more convincing face than it had before. It was compelling and if the woman hadn’t known better she would’ve fell for it, she would’ve thought that it was just a bullied clown.

“People always make fun because of the way I look. I thought that if you couldn’t see my face, you maybe would want to be my friend.” it moans in sadness before continuing “Oh, silly old Pennywise. You’ll never have no friend.” it talks to itself, moving slowly backwards, faking a retreat.

“People make fun of me too.” she says, it was clear the pain inside her eyes.

(Y/n) couldn’t help but think about why kids had to go through so much sometimes.

“They do?” it asks innocently.

“Because of this.” she points to her birthmark on her cheek. It wasn’t anything big or too apparent, kids could be so mean.

“Oh, isn’t that silly? That little thing?” it questions her, she nods her head sadly “Well, I can blow that thing right away!” it smiles at her.

“You could?” she smiles softly, hope filling her little heart and showing inside her eyes and on the faint glow on her cheeks.

“Oh ho, yes! One puff and it’d be gone!” it laughs, a little too maniacally to (Y/n) “Oh, you'd have to come close enough to see my face. I don’t know, Vicky.” it scowls, hiding its face against its shoulder.

“No, it’s okay. I won’t make fun of you, I promise!” the girl gets close to it, the eagerness making her do it faster.

The woman tries to get the girl, her goal was to prevent her from getting too close, but she couldn’t move her legs. It felt like her feet were stuck like glue to the pavement, she tried again, this time after failing she looked at the clown. It gave her an evil smile, she could feel her heart stop at the moment. The thing looked back the girl

“Promise, promise?” it asks, saliva dripping from its mouth just by thinking of an easy and tasty meal.

The kid nods her head, smiling from ear to ear.

“Okie dokie! Just come on in a little closer and we’ll blow it away at the count of three.” it laughs, making her laugh too.

She turns his head to it, showing it the birthmark. (Y/n) tried again to move, still not able to do it. She felt tears coming to her eyes, it wasn’t going to eat her, right?

“One.” it said dragging the word, the woman kept looking between the two, still too shocked and afraid for the girl.

“Two.” it dragged the word again, its eye coming slowly to the side, almost looking at the woman beside it.

She lost any hope that the kid would come out alive. She saw herself in the kid, the first time she saw it, she was so scared and so hopeless. But, at the moment, she was trying to get herself free, since she couldn't, she decided to do the next closest thing to stopping it, which was to get its attention.

“Pennywise!” she screamed at the top of her lungs, stopping the thing from saying three. It seemed to work for a few seconds. It continued to look at the little girl, not moving. Oh, how she wished that Vicky could hear her.

“You’re supposed to say thr-” she was cut off, the clown bit her face with its needle like teeth and grabbed her neck to deepen the bite.

“No!” the woman screamed, it was guttural and raw, straight from her lungs, tears begun flowing from her eyes.

She wanted to run, to bury herself underground, anything but not be at the same place as this horrible scene. She was scared like never before, she thought that she could change its ways, make it harmless so that they could live peacefully and happily with each other, but it seemed that it was too egotistical to think of them as one being or something to be cherished.

It wanted to feed, to live hidden, to kill, for pleasure more than ever. It knew what she wanted and it wasn’t planning to follow it. It had it all now, its hunger was gone, no need to hibernate and even had something it didn’t ask for, love, which it didn’t know what it was supposed to do with it. Now, it could eat the whole world uninterrupted, feasting on every creature and tasting every seasoning it offered.

The woman could only look at what the creature had done. Now she could see it for what it was, a monster. A soulless, emotionless and inconsiderate monster. She should’ve been less of a damsel in distress and more of a commander. She should’ve scared it to death or threatened it like she did some nights before. She was so stupid to think that it would change, that it would care for her feelings or her for that matter. She could’ve done something about the killings, she didn’t know what, but she still felt guilty of those poor kids being eaten alive. She was just as heartless as it, she should’ve thought more about the killings happening behind her back.

(Y/n) closed her eyes, holding herself up with trembling legs. She felt something crawl on the sides of her face, it pressed against her cheeks and then forced her eyes open, pinching her brows and the bottom of her eyelids. She struggled against the strange force, not really seeing what was in front of her. However, when she finally did, she wished she had ripped her eyes from the socket herself.

It was looking directly at her, holding the girl by the head and thigh. She could see a big grin on its face, even when it took a bite from the corpse’s side, the smile was there. She felt bile coming to her mouth, yet she held herself. She couldn’t give it another reason to mock her. She clawed at the things on her face, her nails getting dangerously close to her own eyes as she tried to draw blood from it. Now she was angry, a cry of withdrawal and fury left her throat, letting the thing hold her face and make her watch it finish the meal.

At the end, it was smiling just as big as before, pieces of meat hanging from its mouth and blood dripping from its chin and onto the white clothing, staining it. She felt the things from the sides of her face leave slowly, however, she couldn’t close her eyes. Her mouth was hanging open, a sense of defeat was emanating from her.

It laughed maniacally, it seemed like it was echoing in (Y/n)’s head, finally making her look up at it. She sighed, more tears flowing from her bloodshot eyes.

“W-why?” her voice came out rough, like she had been smoking for her whole life, at least her lungs felt just like she did.

“I wanted you to understand.” it said, grabbing her chin gently, as if it hadn’t eaten a human being right before.

“Now I do. You’re a fucking monster!” she says through gritted teeth, saliva flowing from her mouth and onto the clown’s face.

“That makes two of us.” it smiles arrogantly, making the woman drop her façade.

Her eyes were as big as dinner plates, her mouth hanging open and shock was clear on her completion. She wasn’t offended by its assumption, she was afraid that it was right.

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The woman suddenly saw herself inside her home, no clown, no dead child and no blood. She sighed slowly, letting more tears fall from her eyes, she felt her knees go weak, then her legs gave in. She slammed her knees on the floor, sitting on her legs, feeling the weight her body carried at that moment.

She felt tired, sad, angry, betrayed and, most importantly, alone. She never felt so alone before, even when she fell on Earth at the beginning of times.

It betrayed her, it knew what she wanted and it knew that it could become better. But it decided to follow its own plan, making her believe that it would actually change, live peacefully with her by its side, forever. The woman didn’t know what to do anymore. She thought about letting it all go, just let it kill every person alive, maybe she would have peace that way at last.

(Y/n) got up from the ground, dragging her legs with her, she was shaking and sweating. She decided that a bath would be good for her, to take her mind off of things. When she got to the bathroom, she looked at herself in the mirror, the first thing she noticed was that she had splotches of blood on her face and chest. She hadn’t felt the liquid falling on her face, maybe by the shock she was in at the moment.

She started breathing faster, feeling the need to scratch her body until she couldn’t feel her skin anymore. She began grabbing at her clothes, taking them off as fast as she could, almost ripping her shirt and panties. She turned on the shower, shaking even more than before, entering it without waiting for it to get hot or even lukewarm. She grabbed a bath sponge, barely putting any soap in it, and began trying to take the residue off her body desperately. She rubbed it until her skin was red, breathing hard with each part she would wash, beginning to feel a lot cleaner.

However, when she looked down, at the bottom of the tub, she wasn’t expecting so much red water. More tears helped fill the tub and mix up with the water. She slowly let her body enter the rising murky water, she hugged her legs up to her chest, pressing her head on her knees, hiding her face away from all the blood.

She could feel the water, now extremely hot, pour down her head, shoulders and back, wanting to feel something other than sadness and anger. She wanted to feel pain, feel anything other than the loneliness the thing would leave when it wasn’t near. She wanted to feel guilt for the kids she couldn’t stop it from killing.

Suddenly, she felt its presence, a sudden pull on her stomach and the loneliness was gone. She didn’t dare look up, she couldn’t look it in the eye, or even at its body, it was probably still covered with the little girl’s blood. SHe hugged her legs tighter while she said her next words.

“Go away.” she whispered, knowing that it heard her loud and clear.

It didn’t respond, it didn’t even move. It continued to stare at her in the tub, curiosity getting the best of it. It was crouched down next to her, its hands grabbing the side of the bath (it almost looked like a cat), its eyes tracing the woman’s body.

“I’m serious, Pennywise.” she sobbed, shaking her head a little, her nails digging at the flesh of her thighs.

It extended its arm, completely ignoring (Y/n)’s demand, and grabbed at her head, trying as gently as possible, in its own clumsy way, to turn her face at itself. She slowly looked at it, but her puffy cheeks and blurry eyes didn’t help much. It had the same face as ever, that blank and emotionless stare. However, this time she could feel a difference in its posture (or in its eyes, she couldn’t tell). She could feel something other than hunger or fear, it seemed like care or lust, or a mixture of both.

She blinked her tears away, looking curiously at it, as if asking what it wanted. As an answer it looked down at its chest, showing the lights inside of it. It looked at her, but she couldn’t tell what it wanted. At that moment she wished that she could read minds as well.

“You wanted us to be together forever.” it begins talking, getting up slowly while doing so, holding its open gloved hand at her “I’ll give it to you.”

“G-give what?” she asks, taking its hand and supporting herself up, still inside the tub. The feeling of the soft glove made her realize that she was still naked. Yet she calmed down pretty fast, she remembered it not being inclined to sexual acts, or it didn’t seem to mind them.

“Immortality.” it says, getting its face closer to hers, then looking down at her chest, making her cover her breasts instinctively.

It pulled her closer to itself, making her get out of the bathtub, making her look up at it. It was pretty taller than her, it looked down and even crouched a little when she was too close. Its ginger hair shone against the bathroom’s light, casting a red shadow on some parts of the room. (Y/n) was so distracted by the details of the creature that she almost didn’t notice it opening its mouth like a whale, showing the needle like teeth and the Deadlights, which were still down its throat, waiting for hers to join them.

She let out a breath slowly, feeling her own light tremble from excitement. She opened her mouth, looking up at the ceiling waiting for the phenomenon to happen. The woman felt warmth pool at her chest and moving up her throat, then she could breathe again, but still wasn’t able to close her mouth. She tried to look at the lights, but they were almost blinding, she couldn’t even see the thing anymore. Out of panic for not seeing it or feeling its touch, she searched for its hands, finding it beside its body. She grabbed them and squeezed them tight, asking for reassurance. Thankfully the clown squeezed her hands back, as if saying that everything would be fine.

For some seconds they were stuck like this, just waiting for it all to end. When it stopped, she wished it didn’t, it was like a trance, like a warm hug or a kiss from true love. It was all pure and sincere. She felt happy, cared and, most importantly, loved.

She looked down at the lights again, seeing them drift apart and enter their rightful places. When she closed her mouth, a smile was playing at her lips, some tears building up on her eyes. However, the most surprising thing to her was the clown’s face. It had already closed its mouth, but it had a face that she had seen before. It was in shock, just like the last time their Deadlights interacted.

It wasn’t expecting to feel such a way when finally connected with its other missing part. It was fulfilling, almost the sensation of peace, and maybe what humans called Heaven on Earth. Still, that didn’t change its plans.

“What happened?” she asked, taking the thing out of its own thoughts.

“Now, your light is with mine.” it simply said, still a little bit tranced with the occurrence.

“But, why do I still have it inside of me?” she continues, yet the smile was still clear on her face.

It now really looked at her, paying attention to what was being said. It took its hand and placed it on the center of her chest, in between her breasts. She blushed heavily, but tried ignoring it for now.

“It’s a safe place down there.” it explained vaguely “Your brain would melt just from beginning to understand the concept of our lights.”

Silence reigned after its sentence, but didn’t make the woman less curious.

“So, this was like a conjunction of our bodies and souls in your- our species, right?” she grabbed its pulse that was still pressed on her chest.

“Humans would call it that.” it said, turning its head like a puppy, trying to understand what she was getting to.

“I want to show you how humans do it.” she says, looking up hopefully at it, her (e/c) eyes brighter than ever.

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She pushed it gently to the ground, carefully she kneeled on it, straddling its hips. She never felt so embarrassed before, she had the courage at first, but her mind was melting with each second that passed. However, she knew that if she stopped, it wasn’t gonna take the dominant role, it would just stay still as it was now, looking at her face, not at all bothered by her nudity. This fact actually made her a little bit more confident, running her hands up and down the clown’s body, slowly but hard, hoping to show her lust.

“Y-you know what we need for this to happen, right?” she asks, looking at it with curiosity.

It seemed to think for a few seconds before smiling devilishly at her.

“Now I do.” it laughs lowly, getting its body closer to hers, grabbing her waist gently, making her breasts touch the not-so-white costume.

The woman begins to breath heavily, her body hot with desire and lust. She grabbed its neck ruffles and pulled it towards her, attaching their mouths hungrily. It took a few seconds to understand what to do, but when it found out, it didn’t disappoint in the least. She extended her hand, getting a handful of its hair and pulling it slightly. It groped her naked body, first her arms, then her waist, getting closer slowly to her breasts. She moaned in between the kiss, just the feeling of its gloved hands made her feel on edge.

She felt a strange thing pass by her back, giving her chills, at that moment she noticed that it had claws now, which ripped through the gloves and were gingerly caressing her skin. The claws were slowly being applied with more force to her back, leaving white scratches along her back. She bit its lower lip, pulling a little, smiling after releasing it. What she wasn’t expecting was a harsh clawing at her back, making her gasp and pull slightly away from it, bending her back from the awkward pain. She looked down at the culprit, seeing it smiling weirdly at her. The woman opened her mouth to scold it, but a new sensation took over her, making her roll her eyes to the back of her skull. It had begun rolling its hips against her crotch, its erection directly at her clit. She breathed heavily, holding its arms with an iron grip, enjoying every bit of pleasure it was giving her.

It looked at her up and down, from the way her eyes rolled back to the half hidden part below her belly button. Its eyes stopped at the two accessories in front of its face, two soft looking mounds with hardening nipples caught its attention. It opened its mouth and got its long tongue out, wrapping it around one of her breasts. She jolted from the sudden contact, looking at what the clown was doing to her.

“Pe-Pennywise…” she whispers drunkenly.

It smirks again, licking the place slowly but firmly. As some instinct came over her, (Y/n) moved her body forward, seeking the warmth and pleasure from the source. This causes it to envelope the woman’s breast in its mouth, sucking gently on it. She moans louder this time, not holding back her voice anymore and enjoying the moment. She grinds against it, almost cumming just from pure stimulation. She holds herself though, not wanting to end it all too soon.

She grabs the clown face, detaching it from her breast, already feeling the absence there. She slowly lays it down on the floor, getting straight herself to help take its clothes off. For a second she thought that the trousers would be attached to its body, but it actually had a waistband below the bottom of the peplum shirt. She grabbed it firmly, but when she was ready to pull, her body stopped, she felt cold for a few seconds, doubting herself and the thing.

Was she good enough? Would it feel good? Was the… thing… normal? Would it be strange like the clown itself? Her head was spinning with questions, questions that have no answer until you do it.

She breathed slowly, her face redder than ever, she swallowed thickly and pulled the trousers slightly down, showing the thing’s underbelly and the beginning of its pubic area. She could feel something hard behind the clothing, she bit her lip softly, letting out a breath she didn’t know she was holding and peeling the waistband away. She smiled with the corners of her mouth, noticing how normal it was. Well, not exactly normal, it was rather big actually, but compared to the clown’s high it fitted perfectly. It was white like the rest of its skin, but the tip had a tint of red or pink, she couldn’t tell.

Suddenly, her face grew hot, she stopped to think about what she was doing. She knew the thing wouldn’t be bothered if she looked at it for too long, but she couldn’t bring herself to not feel embarrassed by it. She looked at the thing’s face, seeing a smug smile planted on its tinted lips.

“Like what you’re seeing, sweets?” it asks taunting her.

“I’ll get that smile right off your face.” she says, smiling like a wild animal.

She hoisted herself on one of her hands, holding its dick with the other, she swallowed thickly. She slowly and painfully lowered herself on it, surprising the clown with the amount of pleasure she was providing. It grabbed her hips, ending the painful fall to the base of its shaft, and pushed it all in, making her gasp. It took its back off the ground, getting really close to her again, wrapping its arms around her, like a kid hugging their parents. It seemed silly, but it was overpowered by the pleasurable sensations it was feeling, not expecting this much satisfaction from such an act.

It had its face right in between the woman’s breasts, breathing in her scent. She had her arms free, not really knowing how to hold it or even move herself. She intended to ride it, but things took quite a turn. She wasn’t expecting it to suddenly take an interest in sex, but it seemed like it wasn’t expecting it either.

Suddenly, it moved its hips, looking for friction and the end of the discomfort that it felt. It began trusting its hips, making (Y/n) bounce slightly, her breasts shaking in its face. One of her arms went to the things shoulder while the other held its head, pressing it harder against her boobs. She moaned and scratched its skin, working her hips together with the clown.

It opened its mouth and stuffed it with one of her flesh mounds, it sucked hard, making her gasp again, rolling her hips and tightening her legs around its thighs.

They both moaned, the woman in her sexy way and the creature in its own demented way. They kept at it for some time, enjoying each other's warmth and bodies. When she felt the climax getting closer she turned its head to hers, unlatching it from her breast, she looked inside its eyes, seeing them change colour slightly. She smiled softly and kissed its lips, at that moment her mind was in peace, she felt happy and fulfilled. Tears built up in her eyes, making her sight blurry, she was going to say some words about it. She felt the need to tell it, to scream to the world what she was feeling. But it was all forgotten when the clown decided to thrust a little more rough, hitting her most pleasurable spot.

“Pe-Pennywise!” she screamed, her eyes rolling back.

The clown couldn’t care less, it continued to fuck her with all its might, wanting release more than ever. It would never admit to her, but her lust was tastier than any fear. It could tell it would become addicted to having sex with. It could immediately think of numerous ways to take her, the swers, their house, where its core was… The last one made it think that it maybe would’ve felt even better with their lights involved.

It continued its suffocating pace, making the woman lose air every time its dick hit the right spot. She felt that she was going to cum, she gripped at its clothing, moaning with her eyes tightly shut. It too felt itself coming undone, it was a strange sensation, but the need to release was stronger than its curiosity.

(Y/n) came with a long moan, her pussy clenching around it, finally reaching the orgasm that she wanted. It came right after, feeling her tight around its cock made it impossible to hold any longer.

It laid again on the ground, bringing her too. They were hot and sweaty and laying on the cold hard bathroom floor, but they couldn’t care less. It was still inside her when they began to talk.

“I’m surprised you didn’t bite me.” she laughed a little, her voice showing how tired she was, nestling her head comfortably on the clown’s upper body. She didn’t expect the ruffles on its neck to be so soft, they always scratched her, so… The thing could be thoughtful at times.

“There’s always a next time.” it smiled sweetly, not the creepy kind, the gentle kind.

They kept quiet for some time, but the woman could feel something coming from the creature.

“You’re worried.” she simply says, looking up at it, her doe like eyes popping up like never before. She was worried too, of course, but she knew that in the end everything would be alright, right?

“Don’t bother your little head over it.” it responded, grabbing pieces of her hair and messing with it.

“It’ll be okay. You’re going to be okay.” she touched its cheek, kissing its mouth gently, just a sweet little peck, before falling asleep completely.

“It’s not me you should be worried about.” it whispered, not wanting to wake her up, his face contorting in anger.

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When (Y/n) woke up, she noticed that she was quite warm. She looked around for a bit, taking a few seconds to understand that she was inside her room. It seemed that it had brought her to her bed, actually covering her at some point.

The woman lifted the covers, seeing herself naked and pulling the linen against her body again. She blushed from head to toe, she remembered all the things they did the night before. It was so sudden, but at the right time, so rough, but extremely gentle. She still couldn’t bring herself into believing how comfortable it had felt, how completely and utterly loved she felt.

She got up, her legs weak and her back hurting, not as much as she thought it would, but it was an uncomfortable feeling nonetheless. She had her breakfast, not expecting to not feel hungry at all when the food touched her mouth. Her morning was rather boring, nothing to do, nothing to watch and it wasn’t there to entertain her, in one way or another. However, when she was watching the television, she noticed a commercial about the carnival happening in town. That seemed to be a fun distraction for the day, something to take her mind off of the possible final fight that would happen soon, and she could sense that it was coming.

She waited till after lunch to go, she got ready and took off, a happy strut on her steps. When she got there, the first thing she noticed was the clown handing balloons to the children around. He had his back to the woman, but he looked quite familiar to her. He had the same white clothes and fiery hair that Pennywise has. It made her think that maybe it was taking care of her even from afar, worried that she would encounter the group of enemies again.

She thought about going after it, but decided to enjoy her day alone, making it just a normal day in her life. Well, as normal as it could probably be, maybe as normal as before she had met the clown. She went to the carrousel, to the ferris wheel and finally to the haunted house, finding the last attraction really boring. She knew only Pennywise could make her shake and tremble, in both senses of these words. The fear she felt with the cheap jumpscares the attraction made was nothing compared to its way of causing blood chilling fear, just pure and raw fear.

Her day off was cut short when she saw a boy running to an attraction, a man following him angrily and worried. The woman recognized the man, she couldn’t remember his name, but she knew he was there at the restaurant the night before. She felt a chill run through her spine, she feared all the others were with him, but it seemed that no one was following after him and the kid. She decided best to hurry after them to make sure the crazy man didn’t hurt the child.

So, she entered the attraction. Right at the entrance the ground was spinning, but as she was going to enter it, it stopped, making her suspicion bigger than before. Then, there was a corridor with punching bags with drawings of clowns swinging from side to side, and once again, it all stopped when she got close enough to almost touch one. SHe shook her head from side to side, not believing what Pennywise was doing. She was so disappointed in what it was doing, she felt betrayed and angry. And so, she continued to the next room, stomping her feet on the ground, knowing that the thing could see her. The subsequent room was full of mirrors, a mirror maze maybe, but it didn’t seem to have an end, since she kept following the two, bumping on the glass multiple times.

At some point she lost their trails, and was alone, looking at herself being reflected all around. She stopped to think that maybe it was a good thing that she hadn’t found them, maybe Pennywise interfered to make sure she was safe. However, that train of thought was cut short when she turned around and was met with see through glass, jumping slightly at the fact that she thought she was alone. The boy that the man was following was hitting the glass, trying to get out of the small place. And right in front of the kid was Bill (she remembered his name with the jumpscare), he too was trying to break the glass, asking if the child was alright. He saw her, his face contorting into confusion before turning to anger, his hand forming into a fist and hitting the glass beside him, almost right beside her, making her cower a little in surprise.

“W-What are y-y-you doing here?” he asked, getting closer to the glass.

But, their conversation was cut short when the sound of something sliding on the glass made them look towards the child, seeing Pennywise dragging its now dog-like tongue in front of them, a smile playing at its lips mischievously.

“N-no.” Bill says, banging on the ground, terrified of what the clown would do, and (Y/n) wasn’t really different.

“Pennywise, please.” she pleads, earning a strange glare from the man.

It looks at the kid hungrily, its eyes yellow from the thrill of the hunt.

“I’m here this time, just take me.” Bill tries to make a deal, hoping it would take it.

However, it seemed to be entranced by the kid and the three different types of fear it was smelling in the air. The woman banged on the glass, not liking where this was going. She was pretty sure that it was doing this just to see Bill falter, give up or straight up angry, not able to think for himself.

Pennywise began smashing his big head on the surface, laughing for the first two times it had done it. But, right after the glass cracked a little and the kid began to scream in fear, its smile disappeared.

The boy kept screaming for his life, hoping the two adults would take him away or that maybe it was all a dream and he was still in his house, lying asleep in his bed. Even though Bill wished that too, he was realistic enough to not scream and cower, but to try to break the glass, of course it was in vain, but he still tried. The woman too was trying to help, screaming at the clown and at the same time banging on the class, hot tears jumping from her eyes. She couldn’t afford to see another kid dead right in front of her.

And then, the thing stopped just as it was about to break the glass, smiling creepily at the kid, its eyes widening and the sharp teeth showing.

“Pennywise, please, don’t!” she pleads again, putting her hands on the glass, her tears staining her face and making her cheeks red “I’ll leave you! Forever!” she screams, Bill looked at her confused, but the clown only looked at her with the corners of its eyes “I’ll go so far away that you won’t be able to find me, not even a trace!” she continues “Please, stop. We’ll figure this-” she was cut short when it banged its head one last time, breaking the glass and biting the kid, splashing blood all over the glass.

The lights flickered for a second, cleaning it all, no blood, no clown and no see through glass, just two adults completely and utterly terrified. She fell to the ground, her face pale and her legs weak beneath her, her mouth quivered and her eyes wide as a deer in the headlights. Bill looked at her, thinking that maybe she was an apparition too, but it seemed that she was real, just like the night at the restaurant.

She looked at him, expecting to see an angry face, but finding pity instead. She got up slowly, her eyes still spilling tears, and grabbed the man’s jacket, no wall between them this time.

“Please, I want this to stop just as much as you do.” she says, her voice was full of regret, but her face showed only sadness.

As he was about to respond, the lights flickered again, and the pressure on his jacket was gone, along with the woman in front of him. He looked from side to side and didn’t find anything, sighting and hurrying to find the exit for this shit hole that was the attraction.

At the other side of the town, (Y/n) was screaming at the clown, it had her over its shoulder, like a bag of potatoes. They were inside the meteor crater, it walked with her to the middle of it, placing her as gently as it could, even though moments before it had ripped a kid to shreds.

“How could you?” she asked, crossing her arms in front of her tucked legs and buried her face in them.

“I had to.” it says, still standing up, not moving a muscle, its face was still, but its voice showed the emotion it carried “They need to fear.” then it crouched down, placing a gloved hand on her cheek, lifting her face to look at it “They are coming now, you’ll need to hide when they get here.” and it disappeared again, leaving her in the cavern, alone and cold, once again.

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A few hours went by until she heard voices coming from one of the tunnels. She hid in another tunnel, hoping that she could see and hear what they were doing. She kept peeking from the rock she was behind, sometimes waiting more to appear again, afraid they would see her. The woman watched as they lit a fire inside a weird object and then began to chant something she couldn’t understand even the cavern having so much echo.

Suddenly, the dimly lit place becomes as bright as the sun. The soulmate’s four lights were coming down the ceiling, they rotated and swirled between one another. The woman became really afraid. What if the ritual actually worked? What if they were killed? What if… There were so many possibilities!

She saw the lights enter the box in the middle of the room, her eyes accompanying the black man closing it. However, a red rubbery thing started coming out from the box, getting bigger by the second, making the adults there get away from the crater, knowing that it would pop. (Y/n) too hid behind the wall, afraid of the noise and the outcome of the ritual.

The balloon popped, making her jump on her place, her ears hurting from the loud noise. She got up from her hiding place, looking at the group, asking herself if everything was fine. Then, she saw it hiding in the crater, bigger than she had ever seen it. The woman of the group (she remembered her name, Beverly) pointed her flashlight at it, screaming as she saw its face.

“Oh, did it work Mikey? Did it work?” it asked between the thorns of the crater, laughing wildly “Tell them why your silly little ritual didn’t work.” it moves around inside the place “Tell them it’s all just a… What’s the word, Eds? Gazebo.” it jokes alone.

The woman couldn’t hear the humans talking, they were too afraid to say anything too loud. But, she could hear it loud and clear, its words echoing around the place. She got out of her hiding place, getting closer to the crater, almost inside it with the clown, now bigger and with more hands.

“Oh, Mikey. You never told them the full story, did you?” it laughed again “Didn’t want them to know what actually happened to the poor Shakapiwa.”

“Fuck, Mikey! You lied to us again?!” Bill screams, shocked and angry at his friend.

“The-They didn’t believe they could kill it, that’s why it didn’t work back then!” he screams while stuttering.

“Are you fucking kidding me, Mike?!” the man she recognized as Richie screams at the black guy.

While they bickered with one another, the box behind Pennywise liberated its three lights. They hit each other and caused lighting to flash around the ceiling. The group of friends tried covering their eyes.

“Pennywise!” (Y/n) screamed, loud enough for just the clown to hear.

It turned to her worried, asking itself why she was right there and not hiding.

“My light is still inside the box!” she says worried, getting closer to it.

“Don’t worry. When I’m finished with them, we’ll fix it.” it says, gulping in fear. It was one of the few times she saw it be afraid.

She nodded and standed back, leaving the creature to do what it needed, but she didn’t leave the crater, still worried about her Deadlight. She stayed in the middle of it, afraid that the group would try something against her.

“27 years I dreamt of you.” it says, getting out of the crater, getting bigger and becoming a half insect as it showed its body to the group “I craved you. Oh! I missed you!” it laughs “Waiting… For… This very… Moment.” it gets closer to Mike, his friends screaming at him to run “Time to float!” the clown’s hands become a claw of some sort, resembling a crustacean.

The moment Pennywise was going to crush Mike, Bill jumped on him, dodging the blow. And so, they began the run around the crater, the clown laughing and the group screaming. (Y/n) was just watching it all unfold, tears in her eyes, not wanting any of the humans to die, but not wanting to be alone in the universe again. She crouched down, covering her ears from the horrible noises.

Soon, all the people were in their own nightmares. Fearing and fighting for their lives, while (Y/n) tried to argue with the monster, but it didn’t seem to be going anywhere. They were interrupted by Mike appearing from behind a rock, getting Pennywise’s attention. The woman could only scream at the guy.

“I know what you are.” he begins “That’s why I’m not afraid.” he courageously stands in front of the creature.

It wraps a kind of tentacle around the man, bringing him up close to its face.

“I know what you are!” it messes with the guy’s mind “A madman.” it simply says, opening its mouth, preparing to take a big bite.

“Pennywise, no!” the woman tries, beginning to think that her efforts were in vain.

Suddenly, a rock flies at the clown’s face, making it close its mouth and look at the attacker.

“Hey, fuck face!” Richie says, while the creature throws Mike at the wall “You wanna play truth or dare? Here’s a truth! You’re a sloppy bitch! Yeah! That’s right! Let’s dance!” it begins to get closer to the man “Yippee-ki-yay mutherfu-”

As he was saying, the clown channeled the Deadlights power, making the man roll his eyes to the back of his head and then, he began to float, his nose bleeding slowly, melting his brain slowly into madness.

“Pennywise, stop!” she screamed, running to one of his legs and pulling it, but it wouldn’t even budge.

“Bip-Bip, motherfucker!” Richie screamed, throwing one piece of railing like a spear in the air, hoping to hit it.

The world seemed to stop for a second. The creature saw with its slanted eyes the spear passing next to its head, it couldn’t care less where it would stop, but when it heard a gasp and a rumble on the ground, that was enough to get its attention. It didn’t have a physical heart, but when it turned to look at its lover, it was pretty sure its heart skipped a beat.

The woman had the spear through her stomach, blood was coming out of her mouth and the wound. She gasped for air, her mouth hanging open, letting the blood out and pulling on her collarbone. The spear was stuck on the ground, keeping the woman at an angle of 45 degrees.

It turned to her desperately, its hands flying around her, not knowing what to do with her. It moaned in despair, a rumble in the place showed that the ceiling wasn’t too stable.

The woman turned her head to it, a soft smile on her face. She extended her tired hand at it, and the creature grabbed the limb with its much bigger one. Tears were streaming down her face, she managed to brighten her smile, remembering a conversation they had.

As she was dreaming awake, it couldn’t stop thinking that it was its fault, she was there because of it, her light was inside of the box because of it. She was going to die because of it. It suddenly felt her tighten her hand, grabbing its attention.

“You’re worried.” she says with difficulty.

“Don’t bother y-your little head over it.” it managed to say, a soft smile covering its features too.

“It’ll be okay. You’re going to be okay.” it says, its face turning from the smile to a frown and then a thin line.

“It’s not me you should be worried about.” its head touched hers, tears now staining its face and dripping white ink on the ground.

She smiled again, closing her eyes softly, whispering her last words.

“I’ll see you on the other side, Glamour.” and then, nothing.

<->

When she opened her eyes again, millions of stars swirled around her, the colourful universe surrounding her being. She looked around, feeling the peace the open space gave her. For a second she felt the weight of being infinite, able to know all, able to do all and able to be all.

She was okay, no humans, no body, no earth. But at some point she began to feel a very human emotion, sadness. And it soon became loneliness. She was alone, again.

She wasn’t prepared for another round of looking for Glamour, but she wanted to, she couldn’t be far from her other half. She wouldn’t be infinite if she could.

However, she knew that it was coming. She knew from the start that its physical body would perish, she just hoped that it knew too.

A long time she waited, it could’ve been hours or eons, she couldn’t tell, but it finally arrived. And she felt complete, they couldn’t see each other, they were together, they were one being again.

“I was waiting, Glamour.” she says, feeling her non existent heart beat when it begins to talk back.

“I’m sorry, Charm.” its voice was calm and slow, pretty much like hers “No Derry.

“No humans.” she continues.

“No hunger.”

“No loneliness.” and at that, they smile together.

Stuck forever watching the universe go by, feeling complete, happy and infinite in their own way.