Y/n P.o.v

Two days until the funeral.

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The hands continued to emerge from the sewers, they were very obviously the hands of a grown male.

Or at least very tall child.

Pennywise continued to laugh evilly, his eyes clenched shut as a tear or two rolled down his cheeks from laughing so much.

And in a swift movement he shifted his body and swatted the hands back into the dark sewers.

I could have sworn I heard a small whimper emanating from inside the drain.

I placed my trembling hand behind my body and began to crab crawl away the best I could, though it was difficult due to the lack of one of my hands.

Pennywise lowered his head towards the sewer for a moment, as if listening before his attention was directed to my movement.

He stared at me with wide eyes as I did to him as well, and a small grin formed on his face.

He raised a hand slowly beside his white face and waved in a slow manner.

I couldn't tell if it was a goodbye or a hello.

~

I drew in a deep breath, only for it to be caught in my tightened throat.

I began to cough on air, I quickly sat up and placed a hand against my neck, only to flinch at the sour pain that shot through my body at the contact my fingers made with the fresh bite wound left on my by Pennywise.

I gasped for air as soon as my coughing fit came to an end, I looked around with watering eyes.

I could feel the dark circles below my waterline grow deeper sink deeper into my skin as I adjusted to being awake.

I raised a weak hand that never seemed to stop trembling to my face and began to rub the sleep from my eyes.

I placed my hands by my hips and drew in a long breath before sighing, my eyes falling to my mint green hospital gown that clung to my small body for dear life. I began to examine the shape of my stomach that poked out of the short outfit.

My eyes narrowed at the the bump that formed in the gown, I placed a thin finger against it and furrowed my brows. My belly button was now pushed outward, way more than it had ever been.

I quickly shrugged the thought away and pushed myself up and onto my feet, I began to slowly make my way around Pennywise's endless trophy pile, circling it out of nothing more to do with my life.

I took my alone time as a chance to walk around and look at all of the old toys and clothes as if I were in an art museum.

Those had always interested me.

Hm- Grayson, even as young as he was, had at one point made some artwork at his school and ended up getting it sent to a small museum for a few weeks.

He's so talented-

Correction, was.

I closed my eyes and shook my head, I could feel the slight knot forming in my throat as I circled the tower of lost goods, my thin finger gliding across nearby objects in the pile that I could reach. I opened my eyes only to bump into a large mass in front of me, my finger slipped off my most recent touchable object as I was forced to a halt. I let out a small breathless grunt and raised my eyes to see a red pom pom just in front of me, I lifted my head to see none other than Pennywise, staring down at me with a small smile.

"Hiya," He said in a bit of a high voice, he lifted a gloved hand and waved excitedly down at me, the bells that collected on his sleeve jingling in the process.

I took a few shaky steps back, to keep a more comfortable distance between the two of us; I hesitantly averted my e/c eyes and spoke in a hushed voice:

"H-Hi..."

Pennywise tilted his head, bending his upper body down to get a closer look at my paled face.

I felt my heart skip a beat when he reached a hand out and set his palm against the top of my head, his fingers intertwining with my dirtied and messy hair. "Did you sleep well, Y/n?" He asked, pursing his lips and puckering them outward as he awaited my response.

His hand that sat against the top of my head slowly slid down and towards my cheek, his thumb tracing around my temple. My hair that lay now tangled in his gloved fingers tugged from his movements, triggering me to wince the slightest bit in pain.

"O-Okay..." I mumbled, my vocal chords betrayed me as I spoke, my voice becoming hoarse and giving out halfway through my reply.

Pennywise narrowed his eyes, "y'know, I never really cared too much about your little dreams, but I happened to notice that you dream of me quite a lot!" A squeaky giggle rolled off of his tongue.

My eyes shot upwards, I made eye contact with him only to quiver at the cocky smile spread across his face. His front two teeth that stood out so much biting the crook of his bottom lip.

"H-How would you-you know?..." I asked, jerking my head to the side in an attempt to disconnect my face from Pennywise's hand.

He swiftly moved his hand to my hair, his fingers snaking around the matted locks before yanking my head back to where had been originally, I let out a pain cry and wrapped my thin fingers around his wrist, I began to plead: "I'm sorry!..."

Pennywise stared at me for a long moment, his eyes narrowed at me.

"I can see your mind, it only makes my hunger for you grow more~" he purred, rolling his tongue to make his words the slightest bit less sexual and more eerily comedic.

I quickly shifted my view away from Pennywise, my shaky grip on his wrist never easing.

His tight grasp on my hair slowly loosened, and his hand drifted from my head. He took a step away and stared down at my trembling frame, probably admiring how big he was compared to me.

I sucked in a large breath and stumbled away from him, I turned my body and began to slowly limp away from his tall yet lanky frame.

"I wanna talk to you, Sweets..."