Y/n P.o.v

Five days until the funeral.

"Y/n~"

My eyes slowly fluttered open, I could immediately feel that my unbearable injuries were no longer as painful.

What a relief. I turned my head forward and slowly placed my hands beside my body before pushing my frame upwards and into a sitting position.

Pennywise stood in front of me, his arms crossed over his chest. Holding something.

I furrowed my brows as I studied him, there was no visible blood on him.

How could he seem to be in such a good mood after what had happened?

"Y/n, I got you something to make you feel better about your baby-thing!" He exclaimed, kneeling down in front of me before moving his arms to a different angle to reveal to me what he had on hand. He looked so excited.

A baby.

No older than a month.

He stole a baby!

My eyes widened as I examined the infant.

It was small, its eyes sat closed as it lay in a peaceful slumber. I hesitantly reached my arms out to take the baby from Pennywise's grasp, he narrowed his eyes and watched me intently as he handed the baby over.

I took it into my arms and stared at it.

It was a small baby girl.

Not like my baby.

I sighed shakily as a tear escaped the waterline of my eye and slid down my already raw cheek. The tear rolled down my chin and landed on the babies cheek, she awoke to the small touch, she had dark brown eyes.

My baby had a beautiful blue eye, and one other that shared the color of my own eyes.

I stared down at the baby, she watched me quietly before she took a sharp breath in and began to cry.

I began rocking her, desperate to make her stop. Pennywise watched quietly, taking in every action I proposed.

Was he studying?

Learning?

I lifted the baby closer to my face, whispering sweet nothings into her ears. The baby only cried more.

"Shh..." I whispered in a wavering tone.

"It's okay..." I sighed.

Pennywise tilted his head at my words, he was completely silent. His blue eyes watching the tears spill from the babies eyes with curiosity, he began to play with the finger tips of his white gloves.

I took a deep breath, closing my eyes and placing my nose softly against the babies button nose, the infant was warm. Alive and well.

How might her parents feel right now?

My throat began to tighten as I fought back the need to cry, I felt terrible for the baby that dangled in my arms.

I slowly began to hum, my last attempt to calm her nerves.

The only tune I could think of was the same one Pennywise had hummed to me before.

'Pop Goes The Weasel'...

My voice broke every so often, the tune going quiet every now and then when my vocal chords gave out on me.

Pennywise stared for a moment, before his bright blue eyes widened; realizing I was humming the same song he had hummed before.

A grin slowly spread across his face, his posture becoming straight and upright.

He pressed the tips of his fingers together, he looked as if he was praying.

His head was still tilted when he began to softly bite his plump bottom lip.

I continued to hum, completely ignoring Pennywise as I comforted the infant the best I could.

Her cries had died down the slightest bit, but my hums were not enough to ease the fear the baby was feeling.

I took another deep breath, my eyes opening to look up at the happy Pennywise that sat in front of me.

He waited, completely unaware to what I was about to do.

I opened my mouth and breathed out, before a trembling voice rolled out of my throat and into the open.

I had begun to sing the song instead of humming it.

Pennywise's eyes widened, as if he had never actually paid attention to someone sing before, much less heard someone sing. But I paid no mind to his reaction, but I never took my eyes off of him. I lifted the baby, allowing her to rest her arms and chin on my shoulder as I sang.

Her cries had become almost silent.

"All around the mulberry bush..."

Breath in.

"The Monkey chased the weasel, the Monkey thought it 'twas all in good fun..."

Breath out.

"Pop... Goes the Weasel~"

The babies weeping had ended, she was silent, calm and collected.

I slowly pulled her away from my shoulder and softly placed my index finger against the bridge of her nose, I proceeded to softly run my finger down the bridge to massage the small infant.

Pennywise sat back, taking a deep breath in. He looked displeased.

Had he wanted me to keep singing?

I shrugged the thought away and stared at the baby, she was nothing like what I had seen of my baby.

I couldn't hold her for much longer.

A hate for her was growing in the pit of my stomach, I quickly held her small body out to Pennywise.

"Take her back!..." I pleaded, tears at the edge of my eyes.

Pennywise stared wide eyed at the infant offered to him, he reached his arms out, scooping her into his arms.

"I could eat it!" He said with a grin, he climbed to his feet.

I panicked and shook my head, "Take h-her back t-t-to her fa-family! Please..." I whined, reaching my arm upwards and grabbing ahold of the pants of his suit.

He turned his head to look down at me.

He studied the horrified expression on my face, "I brought it here to make you happy, it did not serve its purpose." He stated.

He turned his body to face me, he held the baby against his chest before raising an arm and placing his gloved hand against the babies head.

I shook my head violently, before attempting to climb to my feet.

My tail bone popped, and I fell to my feet.

I stared up at Pennywise and the baby, a desperate look on my face.

He slowly began to push the babies small head to the side, the baby let out an innocent whine.

I again, attempted to climb to my feet.

"No! S-She'll make other people h-happy if y-you-you t-take her ba-back to h-her h-ho-home!" I weeped.

Pennywise shook his head, "But it did not make happy, my dear," he smiled, using more force as he slowly turned the infants head to the side even more, further than a human neck was supposed to go.

The baby began to scream out, letting cries in an attempt to signal for help.

If only I could just stand up, and take the baby back.

I grabbed hold of the pants of the clowns suit and used it to try and hoist myself up, this worked better than my previous attempts. But I fell to my knees in pain.

I was just below his hips at this point.

I frantically reached my arms up and grabbed the fabric that acted as a belt that wrapped around his waist, I began to pull at it, using it to yank my body up.

I finally made it onto my feet, only to be greeted with the face of the baby; turning purple. My eyes widened as I swiftly reached forward to grab hold of the infant, Pennywise reacted my quickly turning his body away from my and forcefully pushing his hands forward and the babies head.

I couldn't see what had happened.

But I heard a heartbreaking crack.

And the sound of a thick liquid falling to the cement floor.

My eyes remained wide and I stumbled back.

He had no remorse.

He slowly turned his head to look at me over his shoulder, he proceeded to turn his body for me to see the horrific sight.

I crumbled to the floor, and cupped my hands over my mouth.

Tears spilling out of my eyes and down my cheeks, falling from my chin and onto the hard ground.

He killed a baby.

One that was not even a month old.

He had also killed my baby.

Who hadn't even seen the light of day.

I shook my head violently and clenched my eyes shut, a terrible shiver running through my spine as the sound of flesh being torn was heard throughout Pennywise's den.

I could hear things splatting onto the floor that I didn't want to see.

My body was trembling, shivers ran through my body, and tears ran down my face.

A silence suddenly filled the room.

Pennywise kneeled over and placed a gloved hand under my chin, I could feel the warm liquid on his gloves spread to my skin.

"Be happy when I want you to be. Be sad when I want you to be. And always-" he let out a low growl.

"Always be afraid."