Y/n P.o.v

Five days until the funeral.

I took a deep breath but refused to let it go, Pennywise's touch against my face kept me from doing anything.

"Open your eyes, my sweet lollipo!" He demanded in a giddy voice, he emphasized the 'P' in lollipop.

I hesitantly did as told, my eyes slowly opened only to come face to face with Pennywise, blood drenching his face as his sharp teeth protruded from his mouth, they dug into the dismembered head of the baby.

I stared in horror as he leaned forward and rested his forehead against my own, the babies head just barely touching my face. The metallic smell of blood began to fill my nostrils.

I cringed and leaned away.

"P-Please..." I whined.

Pennywise shook his head, allowing the blood of the infants head to smear onto my face.

I let out a groan of disgust and fell onto my back as a last resort to have some space, Pennywise stood back up and spit the head out, he then tossed it onto my stomach.

"Some company for your baby!" He giggled, before spinning around to face away from me, his giggle gradually evolved into a horrific laugh.

A minute had passed and he had slowly calmed down and silence.

He turned to look at me for a moment, before disappearing with the smallest giggle, his words echoed through his den as he vanished; "Bye bye!"

I watched with wide eyes, my body trembled at the weight of the infants head on my lap. My jaw dropped and I frantically batted the disembodied limb off of me before clumsily climbing to my feet, I looked around.

What if I tried to leave?

He had just left, so maybe I had a better chance?

Maybe I could see if my baby was still alive, just-

On the down low?

I sighed in a desperate mood for freedom, I made my way towards one of the sewer tunnels. I peered around its rounded wall and looked inside, it was dimly lit, per usual.

I hesitantly took a step into the grey water, my bare feet sinking into the slimy flooring beneath the water.

As I began trudging through the dirty water I began to allow my thoughts to thrive.

My dream...

Was I dying?

And what do my dreams mean?

They feel so vivid.

Like things that are similar to my dreams will happen.

Why is my baby in these dreams?

I shook my head quickly, focusing on the route ahead of me.

My arms hung loosely as I slouched forward, my body still sore from all the violent acts Pennywise gifted me.

I let out a weak whine as my tail bone popped.

I lowered my head and watched the grey water move against my bare feet.

I hadn't showered in almost a week.

I'm practically one with the grey water.

I scrunched my nose at my strange thought process and pushed myself forward, my eyes shifting around the tunnel in search of anything unusual.

And then I came to a pause, the tunnel came to a halt only to reveal what seemed to be a hole that went deeper into the earth. I leaned forward and looked up to see what looked to be a wood ceiling.

Was this a well?

I quickly looked behind me to make sure I wasn't being followed in secret.

I then proceeded to lean forward and bang my hand against the stone walls, I cringed as the pain that hit my palms.

"Hello?!" I called up, hearing my voice echo through the new tunnel.

I waited a long moment, a silence coming over me.

"Is anyone up there?!" I shouted, hope began to boil at the pit of my stomach.

Some homeless person.

A drug dealer.

Anyone, I just wanted to be out of those sewers and away from that killer fucking clown.

There was another long silence.

I took a deep breath and leaned over the hole of the tunnel that fell down into a black void. I began to examine the stone walls the best my eyes could see, this was definitely the stone design of a well.

I furrowed my brows, opening my eyes to call up desperately for help once again. Only to be interrupted with the hard hit of a rope hitting my head.

I stumbled away from the tunnel and placed a hand on my head, my eyes widening at the sight of a rope before me. I quickly rushed forward and took hold of the rope, wrapping my arms and legs around it.

I didn't exactly have the strength to climb up myself, so I called up to whomever it was that was helping me.

"C-Can you pull it up!?"

The rope slowly began to rise, my body coming with it. And as the rope began to reach the rim of the well, I began to grow anxious.

Who's helping me?

What if it's Pennywise disguising himself again?

I quickly shuddered the thoughts out of my head and threw my arms over the walls of the well, I threw my legs off of the rope and attempted to climb over the well.

I felt warm hands wrap around my forearms and pull me forward, in an attempt to help me over.

I did a small flip and fell onto my back as I climbed out of the well, I opened my eyes to see that I was a bit dizzy.

I looked around slowly, trying to shake the daze.

"Y/n?" A voice called in concern.

I quickly lifted my head, shocked that whoever had saved me seemed to have known who I was.

My eyes widened at the sight before me, it was Carter.

But was it him?

I gulped and slowly sat up, resting my back against the wall of the well I had just climbed out of. Carter tilted his head, a look of complete fear on his face. "C-Carter?..." I coughed.

He took a step forward, kneeling down in front of my weak body.he grabbed my arms with his trembling hands and stared into my eyes with his wide ones.

He had one black eye and a scrape on his cheek.

"W-What happened t-to-to you?!" He questioned in a panicked tone, raising a hand and running his fingers through my dirty and matted hair.

I shook my head slowly, "D-Did you see a c-clown?..." I asked, completely avoiding his question.

Carter held a long pause, he was hesitating.

"Did you?..."

I slowly nodded, and he nodded soon after. "Pennywise..." I mumbled, my eyes half lidded. Carter took a deep, shaky breath before his eyes trailed down to my stomach, his eyes widened at the drastic change in my body since the last time he had seen me.

"What the h-hell did he do to you?!" He blurted, placing a hand on the side of my belly.

I lowered a weak hand and placed it atop his trembling one, I leaned forward and whispered into his ear.

"He..." I hesitated.

"Horrible things..." I explained.

I then leaned back against the wall of the well, my movements slow and weak. "What di-did he do to you?" I asked in a low voice.

Carter bit his bottom lip.

"It happened when I picked you up in my car... A-After you passed out... I-I started driving, a-and then I wasn't- I-I was here, a-and he was watching me..." He paused, tears swelling in his bright blue eyes.

I hesitantly lifted a hand and placed it against his cheek to give him a sense of comfort, "It's okay..." I whispered weakly. Carter shifted his blue eyes to study my scarred and bruised face.

He sighed shakily and continued, "He asked me questions... Like... H-How humans look and a-act when they've e-eaten e-en-enough... He was asking about a-a lot of we-weird things..." He took a deep breath.

"A-And then he started trying to scare m-me... He showed me my m-mom... Be-Being-" he paused and lowered his head, covering his face with his hands.

Pennywise had used Carter to figure out my lies.

My bottom lip quivered, seeing as the only person I really knew in Derry was being tortured just like me.

I brought him into this.

I ruined his life.

"I could n-never get out... Every time I got to the front door it just... Never worked... T-then he would b-bring-bring me back d-down here..." He explained, breaking down even more.

"I-I'm so sorry, Carter..." I mumbled, my voice wavering as I spoke.

Carter shook his head, "what are you talking about?" He asked, his brows furrowed.

"I got you in-into this mess..." I answered slowly.

"No! Y-You didn't... E-Even if you did... I-I don't care, I just want to get us both out o-of-of here!..." He complained, I shifted my eyes to my stomach. Placing my hands softly against it.

"I do too..."