Y/n P.o.v

I stared at the clown with wide eyes, clearly unnerved by his serious tone.

He was completely over being confused.

I shook my head quickly, letting out a squeak when Pennywise leaned in closer to my face.

I leaned back in an attempt to keep my distance, I took multiple steps back before stumbling over my own feet and falling to the floor. Pennywise stood, towering over me.

His orange eyes lit up the surrounding area.

I began using my arms to crawl backwards, I stared at him with an expression of utter panic.

Pennywise puckered his lips and narrowed his eyes, "I'm almost certain there's something you aren't telling me, Y/n! " he stated before frowning, and beginning to whimper.

"Friends tell each other everything..."

I looked at the floor and swallowed hard, I gripped the cement flooring hard enough for my knuckles to turn white.

"Be-Best friends do-don't..." I replied in a hoarse whisper.

Pennywise took a step back, his eyes widening at my comment.

"Perhaps I never thought of that... " he paused, placing a finger against his bottom lip and looking up to think.

He took a long moment of silence before looking down at me once again.

His eyes were blue, "we're best friends?" He squeaked.

I nodded quickly, trying my best to please the clown and distract him from his own question.

He squealed in response and clapped his hands frantically, he began bouncing up and down with excitement.

His ginger hair bouncing slightly to his movement, the bells that lay scattered on his suit letting off sounds of music as he danced.

I watched him carefully, my wide eyes never leaving him.

Pennywise soon calmed down, and tilted his head. Before swiftly crawling to his feet and appearing directly in front of my quivering body.

His face inches from mine.

"Don't best friends tell each other things?" He asked with a pointed grin, his bunny like teeth showing clearly.

He seemed to have put emphasis on the word 'some'.

I hesitated, my breath hitched.

I slowly nodded as my eyes fell to the floor in disappointment.

I was attempting to use his lack of human knowledge against him, but he was just turning it around and beating me with it.

This clown was so dumb he was smart.

What does that say about me?...

Pennywise sat up and stared at me.

His eyes were hypnotizing.

"Tell me, Sweets..." He insisted, letting out a squeaky giggle as he spoke to me.

I slowly sat up, my arms nearly giving out and dropping me to the floor.

My mind was racing, I needed to think of something.

Anything to tell him.

"I'm sick-" I blurted.

Pennywise cocked his head back and furrowed his brows, "Sick?" He asked.

"Sick..." I repeated.

Pennywise turned his head to the side and thought, "you don't seem to be sick?..." He mumbled.

I pursed my lips together as my eyes shifted around Pennywise's den in panic.

Every time I ate, I ended up throwing up.

It was just a matter of time.

I nodded my head, "It's not that b-bad yet!... I'll start t-throwing u-up even-eventually..." I insisted.

Pennywise nodded slowly in response before climbing to his feet, the bells on his suit jingling to his movement.

"Then I suppose you won't mind if I watch you?" He questioned, beginning to walk towards the pile that collected in the center of the sewer scene.

I nodded quickly before realizing he wasn't looking at me. "O-Okay..."

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I sat against the cement wall, staring up at the clown who sat on the pile of what I concluded to be kids toys and clothes.

Stuff like that.

He sat high up, I had no clue how he managed to get up here. But I attempted not to question it.

His legs sat loosely in front of him, his arms dangled by his side as he watched me carefully.

We'd been having a staring contest for the last ten minutes.

He hadn't blinked once.

I finally lowered my head to look at my stomach, it looked only the slightest bit bigger; I lifted my shirt a bit.

And the stitches across my skin had stretched even more.

How was this baby growing so fast?

So rapidly.

Am I going to die when it's born?...

I began to think as I placed my hands against the mound on my stomach.

What is Pennywise going to do?

To the baby...

Will he kill it and eat it like he does every other infant?

Will he have the slightest bit of humanity and let it live?

How does that creature think?...

I raised my head to look at the clown, he still stared at me.

No.

He stared at my stomach, watching.

I froze when I realized he was attempting to piece everything together like the many other times.

I couldn't stop him from thinking.

I just watched him study my stomach, he must have acknowledged that it had grown since he last saw it because he began to climb off of the pile, his lanky arms gripping toys and lowering himself to the cement flooring.

His feet landed on the floor with a splat due to the dampness of the ground.

He made his way towards me, this triggered my body to tense a bit.

My heart rate quickened with each step he took towards me.

He fell to his knees once he arrived to me and leaned forward, he stared into my wide eyes with his beautiful blues.

He then lowered his body to my stomach, he tilted his head and studied it before turning his head and placing his ear against it.

Was he listening?

What was he doing?

My body completely froze as he rested his head against my belly, His body shifted into a laying position and he curled into a slight ball.

It was as if he were using my stomach as a pillow.

What was going through his head?...

There was a silence the engulfed the den, and I grew uneasy.

I laid my head against the cement wall and waited for anything.

But he did nothing, I could feel his warm breath against my skin, but that's all I received from him.

His sudden calm nature terrified me, I didn't know if he was trying to scare me, or if he was just trying to piece things together.

I did know that he was at least not trying to go to sleep.

That's because I had hesitantly lifted my hand and placed it in his faded ginger hair, and he flinched at my touch.

That movement had startled me.

I didn't know what to do, so I stared up at the floating bodies of children above our own bodies.

I breathed in and out with a slow pace, shivers ran down my spine every time I felt Pennywise's warm breath hit my skin.

I closed my eyes in an attempt to calm my uneasy nerves, only to be unnerved once again by Pennywise's sudden humming.

He was humming the tune of an old child's song.

I could just barely recognize it, it was something similar to-

'Pop Goes The Weasel'?...

I shuddered at his light tune, his humming wasn't very attractive.

His voice broke a few times and became uneasy and wavered occasionally.

His hums were eldritch.

I had no idea why he was humming, or why he was laying against me and resting his head on my stomach.

It was completely eerie and nerve wracking.

The unknown.