Y/n P.o.v

Six days until the funeral.

My body felt strange as my eyes slowly opened, I lifted my head to look around. I couldn't tell how long I had been asleep, but I felt the slightest bit refreshed.

Maybe I finally got a full nights rest?

I placed my hands beneath my body before pushing myself to stand on my feet. I let out a grunt at the sudden struggle of moving around, I lowered my head to examine my stomach.

It had grown at least what would equal two months since I had last laid my eyes on it. I placed my hand against my stomach only to feel a warm sensation sink through the fabric of my dress.

The stitches were stretching rapidly.

It was only a matter of time before they snapped.

I raised my head and began to look around, for any sign of life.

I was unsettled by my most recent dream.

Whose blood had been surrounding Pennywise?

Was it my baby?

My own blood?

After all he did bite my hand off.

I quickly looked at my hands just to make sure I still had them attached to my body, I sighed in relief.

I stopped walking around Pennywise's den and groaned, placing my fingers against my temples and rubbing them.

Just at that moment I turned my head to the nearest sewer tunnel, Pennywise entering his den through it.

He looked tired.

He was dragging a small corpse, most likely a child by the collar of what I assumed to be child's shirt before he noticed I was awake and active.

He quickly dropped the body and grinned, "Oh, hello, my dear!" He giggled.

A shiver ran down my spine at the sound of his voice.

My poor, poor baby.

Doomed to be born into a family that wasn't even an actual family.

I hung my head low as Pennywise approached me, a grin still plastered on his deathly white face.

By now I didn't know if his skin was naturally white or if it was just paint.

I tensed when he placed his gloved fingers against my chin and lifted my head so he could see my face.

He tilted his head and stroked my face with his gloved fingers, he studied mu blank expression.

I guess I had been so tortured by him that I couldn't really react to him in fear, but I knew I was afraid.

I would tremble and cry.

Maybe it wasn't that at all.

Maybe it was my lack of hope that made it easy to keep from reacting.

Pennywise pursed his lips together for a moment before his eyes traced down to my body and stopping at my stomach.

"I found out something cool today, Y/n!" He blurted.

He waited for a response from me.

When he didn't receive one he continued: "Do you wanna know?" He asked. He pressed his fingers against my chin and forced me to nod, his pressure against my skin made my lips pucker.

"Humans bellies don't grow like that when their full!" He smiled.

I could feel the emotions of confusion and anger radiating off of him as he stared at my face.

My bottom lip began to quiver, I couldn't think of any lie I could possibly tell him to keep him from finding out about the baby.

I shifted my eyes away from the clown as tears began to build up in my waterline. Pennywise narrowed his orange eyes at me, he shifted his hand to the side of my head, his fingers tangling themselves in my hair.

It felt like he was comforting me, but I knew that was the complete opposite of what he was trying to do.

"You lied to me, Y/n." He stated in a low voice.

He swiftly gripped my hair and yanked my head to the side and towards his face, I let out a cry of pain and clenched my eyes shut; tears escaped from my eyes and proceeded to roll down my cheeks.

I quickly placed my hand against his own that held tightly to my hair.

"I-I'm sorry!" I desperately pleaded to him.

He stared down at me with furrowed brows, he looked absolutely terrifying when he was angry.

I cried out when he yanked my head back once again, I gripped his large hand in desperate need for him to part his fist from my head.

"Why is your body so strange?" He snarled, his upper lip lifted a bit to reveal his razor sharp teeth were in use.

I froze, my eyes wide.

Telling him was horrifying to me.

It was something I never planned on doing, I hated this. I couldn't possibly tell him, not while he was so angry.

"I-I can't tell you!..." I cried.

Pennywise's eyes widened, taken aback by my response. He yanked my head forward and pressed his forehead against my own to make complete eye contact with me, he growled at me before speaking, "And why is that, my dear?" He questioned, his voice low and hoarse. It broke a few times as he spoke.

I took a long, shaky breath before forcing the words out of my maw.

"You might hurt- It..." I cried quietly to him, Pennywise narrowed his eyes at me in confusion.

For all he knew, he was IT.

Why would he hurt himself?

"What?" He demanded.

I let out a tired cry, I wanted this all to end.

"You could!-" I screamed in pain when Pennywise threw my body to the ground in a form of interruption, I fell to my rear and rolled onto my back. My head hitting the cement floor with a loud thud.

I felt the air knock out of me, my vision grew dizzy as a pain began to engulf my head, it felt heavy.

Pennywise took a few steps forward, kneeled down and grabbed me by my locks of hair and forced me to stand, he then proceeded to use my hair and lift me off the ground, causing me to groan in pain; a headache now pounding my brain. I could feel some of my hair being pulled from my head, I began to speak in a frantic tone.

He was smelling the air as if it was the last thing he needed to do to survive, but he was thirsting for my fear.

He stared at me, impatiently waiting for me to speak.

"I'm af-" I was interrupted when I was forced against the cement walls, my back slammed into the wall with a loud crack escaping my bones.

I screamed in utter pain as I felt Pennywise's hand was now wrapped around my neck, I wrapped my fingers around his wrist in an attempt to pull him away from me.

And of course that didn't work, but it was instinct.

"Please!-" I weeped.

"Answer!" Pennywise demanded, pulling my small body from the wall only to slam my back against it with even more force than the first time.

I began to choke, coughing violently before blood spewed from my mouth and covered my face.

I screamed out:

"I'm-I'm pregnant!"