Y/n P.o.v

Two days until the funeral.

I came to a stop, my head slowly turning to see Pennywise was not even an inch from my body even though I had been walking away from him.

I stared up at him with wide eyes, my words came unsteady and rough:

"W-What?..." I gulped.

The clown inhaled a deep breath before tilting his head and leaning over to look at me with serious eyes. "What did you do?" He asked.

I cocked my head back, partially because of his question, but also because of his warm and heavy breath exhaling from his maw and splashing onto my face. "What do-do you m-mean?" I asked, my voice wavering the slightest bit as I spoke.

Pennywise rolled his eyes, "Carty-boy, remember him? What did you do?" He explained, furrowing his brows.

I shifted my head as my eyes darted around Pennywise's den, I couldn't handle making eye contact with such a monster.

"Oh c'mon! Why couldn't I-" he paused, his head shooting in a different direction from my small frame.

I flinched at his harsh movements, he marched away from my trembling body and made his way towards one of the many sewer tunnels.

He placed his gloved fingers against the cement tunnel entrance and peered inside, I turned my head and watched him in confusion.

What was he going to say?

What did he hear?

Or what did he see?

I took his distraction as a chance to make my way to a different area of the clowns disgusting den, I shuffled my naked feet across the damp cement floors, my toes catching themselves under the soles of my feet and cracking ever now and then.

"Where do you think you're going?"

I turned my head, Pennywise was making his way back to my slow body.

I could feel my heart rate pick up, but I continued towards the pile of stolen children's goods. I placed my hand against a small pile of T-shirts that stacked on top of each other before allowing myself to sit down in the pile and rest my misshapen back against a toy truck that poked out of the toy mountain. I slowly laid my head back and took a deep breath, Pennywise poked his head out from around the pile and stared at me with his beautifully bright eyes, he skipped towards me and plopped onto his rear just in front of me, the bells on his suit giving off a small tune as he moved.

He shot his blue eyes around the area awkwardly before they fell onto my easily vulnerable body, I stared at him with half lidded eyes, though he could tell I was still as afraid of him as I was when I had first met him.

A moment after those thoughts ran through my head, Pennywise's tongue slipped out of his mouth, and as if on cue, I lowered my small hand to my mint green hospital gown and tugged the dress down to cover more of my bare legs.

Pennywise narrowed his eyes at me for a moment, before realizing what I was a bit afraid of.

He looked as if he was contemplating whether or or not he should do anything, I closed my eyes and pleaded silently to whatever God may be watching over me.

Whether it be God.

Or an inter-dimensional Turtle.

Pennywise was silent for a long moment, before he scooted closer to me, his hands clawing at the cement floor as he pushed his body nearer to my own.

"I know you love me and all, but I hunger for you in a different way at the moment, my Dear~" He whispered.

I closed my eyes and turned my head to face any direction that Pennywise was not in. He frowned at my reaction to his statement and sat back before speaking once again: "Why aren't you running? Or screaming? You haven't screamed for me in a while..." His eyes shifted to the ground, slowly they began to climb towards my body; tracing every curve my frame created.

A low giggle slowly rolled off of his strangely long tongue.

I shook my head at the discomfort that crept onto my body and sent shivers down my spine.

Is that what he wanted now?

Forget talking about Carter, I guess.

Now he wanted me to react to his horrific antics how I used to?

What difference would it make? The fear I felt for him had never decreased, all that changed was that I just couldn't handle reacting in such active manners.

It hurt too much to do so.

I shook my head and opened my eyes, forcing myself to make eye contact with him, and keep it.

"Because y-you fucked me up..."

I intended on my response being more confident, but it sounded more like a hopeless whimper.

Pennywise only laughed at my words, a small snort even emanated from him.

That was new.

I furrowed my brows as a small line of cold tears began to form at the edge of my water line, I pursed my lips and held my breath, trying my best not to just up and cry out of nowhere.

Pennywise put his laughing to the grave and studied my saddened expression, he leaned toward me, cupping his gloved hands on my cheeks and yanking my head towards him to make perfect eye contact.

"You're so silly, Y/n." He stated with the utmost certainty. I rolled my eyes to disconnect our eyes, and as I did so, I could have sworn I saw the slightest look of pleading in that terrifying clowns bright blue eyes.

Who knows why.

Pennywise raised his upper lip to reveal his teeth before letting go of a short: "Tsk, tsk, tsk."

I tilted my head and jerked it to the side in an attempt to free my face from Pennywise' tight grip on me. But of course, that failed.

"Why don't you wanna hang out with your best friend?" He asked.

"You said yourself that's what we are!"

My eyes widened and I quickly looked at him, now recalling it. I had indeed said that, but that had only been to distract him from the fact that I was carrying his baby.

Almost as if Pennywise was reading my mind, his small smile parted, and his eyes shifted away from me.

He retracted his hands from my face and slowly rose to his feet, I couldn't tell if he was genuinely sad, or just pretending to unsettle me.

But either way, it was working.

I placed my trembling hands beside my hips and scooted back, only to be halted by the seemingly endless pile behind my small body.

I lifted a hand and placed it against my stomach, simply out of habit, and stared up at Pennywise.

His head hung low, as if he were looking at me, but as if he wasn't all at the same time.

And in less than a second, he was gone.

Not even a puff of smoke to help make him look for mystic; he was just- gone.

~

I drew in a deep breath, at least twenty minutes had passed. I assumed Pennywise was only trying to cause a great discomfort to me, but I fought hard not to think too much of it.

I closed my head and lowered my head, a shiver running down my spine due to the feeling of the many children floating above me, watching me.

Were they pitying me?

Or laughing at me?

"Haha!... We didn't get tortured like you!..." I mumbled to myself.

"Haha!... My death was fast and easy!..." I mocked the voice of children.

"Hehe!... He won't let her float!..."