Y/n P.o.v

Silence.

I guess I had fallen asleep?...

Would it be different knowing that Pennywise was with me?

Everything in my view was still completely black, I could not see a thing.

I could feel my body shift around in discomfort, but it felt as if I was not in control of my own body.

My head shifted in multiple directions before a wave of panic ran through my veins.

Slowly.

Slowly the darkness that engulfed my sights began to lighten.

I could see again.

My body was still bleeding from my open stomach wound.

Everything around me was dark.

I shifted my body to the side to look around.

Pennywise, he floated beside me.

His head tilted and a small smile on his face.

Blood was dripping down his mouth.

Panic.

'Where's my baby?' I thought.

I could not speak.

But Pennywise seemed to know what I was thinking, he raised a hand and pointed into the darkness. And almost as if signaling for something to happen, a faint cry could be heard.

My body began to panic, I attempted to get closer to the crying.

But I was floating, it was hard to move.

Pennywise watched me with a cocky smirk playing on his face as he easily moved forward, he held a hand out for me to grab.

He tilted his head as I stopped my struggle to look at the clown.

His eyes were orange.

His hair hung down his face, his hair was wet. But it was as if he had just emerged from the water.

I took a long moment of thinking before hesitantly reaching my arm out to take hold of his gloved hand.

The sound of my baby crying getting louder, it was all I could heard at this point.

I paused my movements when I felt a warm liquid begin rolling down from my ears.

I withdrew my hands from reaching for Pennywise's hand and placed my fingers just below my earlobe.

I braced myself when I pulled my hand away from my ear to look at what coated my fingers.

Blood.

My eardrums had exploded.

The ear piercing cries grew louder, even though my ears were now damaged, I could hear the cries loud and clear.

My breath then hitched.

My head shifted at a wave of panic that built inside of me.

I couldn't breath.

I was suffocating.

I shifted my e/c eyes to look at Pennywise, who patiently held his white gloved hand out for me.

The small smile never leaving his face.

I opened my mouth to gasp for air, only for water to collect into my maw.

I began coughing, drowning.

I reached my arm out.

The cries louder than ever.

Drowning.

Bleeding.

I grabbed hold of Pennywise's hand, my fingers wrapping around his wrist as he followed my actions by grabbing my wrist as well.

The crying silenced...

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I threw my head forward, gasping for air. I began coughing at the sudden air that caught itself in my throat.

I frantically looked around, only to find that Pennywise had vanished from my presence.

What kind of dream was that?

I slowly climbed to my feet, slightly stumbling to the side as I arose.

I began to look around Pennywise's den, my eyes wide in complete terror of my dream.

I placed my hand against my forehead only to feel sweat covering my skin.

I scrunched my nose at my clammy hands and wandered around, circling the pile of kids belongings.

No sign of the clown.

I let out a shaky sigh and made my way back to the area of Pennywise's den I had become familiar with.

I stopped to examine the carcass of a small girl that both Pennywise and I had feasted upon at some point.

My stomach let out a low growl.

I let out a small sigh and sat down in front of the meat, I picked it up and sat it on my lap.

The blood of the corpse collecting on my clothes and staining them, I dug my nails into the flesh and pulled it apart.

Muscles began ripping and letting out snaps and squishing sounds.

I furrowed my brows when a glob of fresh meat tore off of the body, I raised the meat to my mouth and bit into it.

It tasted delicious.

I paused when I felt a warmth collect around my eyes.

Were they turning orange like Pennywise has been saying they were?

I shook the thought out of my mind and continued to feast, hoping my meal wouldn't be interrupted like the many times before.

Where did Pennywise go?

Was he hunting for more food?

Why did he choose to cuddle with me earlier?

Had he pieced together my strange behavior?

I shook my head violently as I clamped my teeth down on the meat, the flesh let out a loud squish of meat being crushed and pushed around.

I closed my eyes and focused on swallowing the meat, it rolled down my throat and I could almost feel alive again.

But I knew I looked terrible.

Tired eyes and weak limbs.

My face paler than usual.

I looked malnourished- unhealthy.

I was missing the proteins and vitamins I needed.

Was it the baby doing this?

Was my baby stealing everything from me in order to survive?

I continued eating until I reached a hunk of bone that had been lodged in the meat. I tossed the bone onto the floor and climbed to my feet, I looked around and rubbed my arms nervously.

The quiet was chilling.

I had to get out of here and move around.

Out of the den at least, not the sewers.

There was no point. Pennywise would find me and bring me back here anyways.

I had no hopes of escape on my own.

I made my way to one of the sewer tunnels and stared inside of it, the grey water flooding the slimy floor.

I hesitantly placed my foot into the water and then the other, I was about to begin walking when I heard him,

"Sweeets~"

I turned around to see Pennywise standing a few feet from me, his hands sat behind his back as an excited smile fought its way onto his face.

I walked back into the den and stared at Pennywise with wide eyes, a hint of panic rose in my gut.

I felt sick.

Pennywise began to walk towards me, never taking his hands out from behind his back.

The lack of knowledge of what his hands were behind him for scared me.

It didn't help my sudden nausea.

I placed my hands on my stomach and fell to the floor, my knees banging onto the cement and scraping skin off.

I began to expel my recent meal onto the floor, letting out cries of pain.

Pennywise arrived in front of me, staring down with a smile as he watched me vomit.

Did he know?

Is all that crossed my mind as I threw up my insides. I began to choke on my vomit and let out coughs, I placed my hand against my throat and cried out.

"P-Please-" I choked as my eyes shifted up, pleading for Pennywise to do something to help me.

He just stared down.

The excited smile never leaving his face.

He slowly tilted his head as I fell to the floor, my face falling upon my own vomit before my vision became blurry; and faded to black.

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"Y/n!"

I slowly lifted my head, I pried my eyelids open and slowly looked around.

I placed a hand against my cheek.

I was clean?

Minus my many cuts, bruises, and stitches of course.

I carefully raised my body and stood, wobbling slightly before I shifted my head to look around.

And then I felt his presence behind me.

I slowly turned around, there Pennywise stood.

Smiling down at me.

He held his arms out and gestured to my body.

"Whaddya think?" He asked with a crooked smile, he looked as if he was trying to to go into a fit of laughter at the moment.

I hesitantly lowered my head to look at my body.

I was in my dress that I had been in the first time I had met Pennywise.

The first encounter.

The dress was dry, but still had the faintest smell of milk.

Had Pennywise returned to my home just to retrieve my dress?

Pennywise spoke as if he heard the questions that floated around in my mind. "I really enjoy you in that dress, my sweet Lollipo!" He stated, emphasizing the 'P' in Lollipop.

I nodded slowly, my body beginning to tremble at his presence.

I was terrified of this clown, but I've run out of the physical and mental energy to show it.

But he could sense my fear.

So it didn't matter.

I nodded slowly in response to his explanation, but I guess he wasn't done. "I just had to put you back in it!" He clapped frantically before paused and studying my body.

"Eh- but with you being full of food and all... You don't look as good as I remember you being..." He frowned.

My body tensed.

Does this mean he still didn't know about the baby?

It would make sense.

Did he even know how humans reproduced?

He might not of even known what sex was.

And only had his way with me because I was afraid he would, he might not of even known what he was doing.

He might not know what pregnancy is.

I raised my head to study his face before questioning him, "Why-Why were you laying w-with me earlier?..." I asked before quickly looking down.

Pennywise seemed shocked, his mouth sat agape as if he was not expecting me to ask him this question.

It was almost as if his horrific personality broke for a second, "That's none of your concern, my angel."

I furrowed my brows at his response.

I let out a small sigh of disappointment.

"Okay..."

Pennywise seemed to acknowledge my disappointment, so he quickly changed the subject; returning to his evil personality.

He placed a hand on my cheek, stroking my face. He leaned forward to study my face, this sent chills down my spine. He was doing it again, being sexual to scare me.

He tilted his head when I closed my eyes and lifted my head the slightest to avoid him.

He let out a grumble before letting go and taking a few steps back.

Had he come back just to dress me?

I slowly opened my eyes.

Only to see that he had left once again.

I slowly looked around with half lidded eyes, my eyes then fell upon the sewer tunnels once again.

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