Y/n P.o.v

One and a half days until the funeral.

I lay across the floor, not even bothering to curl up into a ball or anything of the sort. I lay flat on my back, my arms stretched over top my eyes as a few tears ran down my cheeks and touched the already damp ground with soft taps.

I shifted my head to the side as my eyes peeked out from under my arms, I stared at the floating bodies of lost children, missing limbs scattered around the space of children and spun around slowly. I giggled at the strange sight over head, I had never found the floating children amusing before- but something seemed to have popped in my head. It was different now.

"How did he treat you guys?..." I mumbled, tilting my head as I awaited a response from the floating kids.

Not that I got one.

They were too dead to answer.

I frowned and slowly climbed to my feet, the heavy weight in my stomach making it difficult. I placed a hand on my belly and stood straight, my eyes shot around Pennywise's den, he of course, was no where to be seen.

Until of course I tried to escape or something- that's how it always is.

I ran my thin fingers through my hair and stumbled forward, my tail bone giving off weak pops as I moved.

I didn't know what to do.

What was there to do?

I could tell I was losing my mind, why else would I have tried to communicate with a ton of floating kids?

I shook my head at myself and made my way closer to Pennywise's trophy pile. My eyes slowly gliding up the mountain and studying almost every object stacked within it.

That triggered my mind to begin to flood with questions that I knew would never be answered.

What was the first thing Pennywise collected?

Like, what was his very first trophy?

I tilted my head at the thought, maybe those things are just collectibles- and i'm his very first trophy.

I snorted at the thought and rubbed my eyes, the bags under my eyes were sinking into my skin to the point I could feel them no matter what. I pursed my lips as I searched the surrounding perimeter, nothing useful.

Just open tunnels, pulls of water pouring out of smaller tunnels and down large tunnels that shot deeper into the earths crust.

I crossed my arms over my chest and hung my head low, only to be interrupted by the sound of the gray water from one of the tunnels rippling and splashing around from within the tunnel, I could tell the action was a distance away. That was because splashing sounds were echoing towards me.

I drew in a deep, hesitant breath and began to slowly approach the tunnel.

My arm extended forward for my hand to rest on the wall of the tunnel, I leaned forward to peer inside- I stumbled backward at the violent contact made with me and another body.

I fell to the cement flooring, hitting my tail bone and causing it to pop even louder than it already had been. I let out a light cry of pain, and held a hand against my back. I clenched my eyes shut for a moment before the tight pain subsided, my eyes slowly opened, only to come face to face with a small child.

My eyes widened, this was a young boy, about the age of nine.

His ginger hair messy and tangled, his emerald green eyes glossed over and watery with tears. There was a large cut across his face where blood seeped down his skin.

I crawled towards him, triggering him to crab crawl away from me.

"No, no!..." I begged.

"It's okay!... Did-Did the clown t-ta-take you here?..." I asked him in a low whisper. The young boy nodded quickly. "He said he had toys with him..." He whined.

I nodded slowly before pushing myself to my feet, I held an arm out for the boy and he gladly reached for my palm and took hold of it. Once he stood with me, I pulled him close to my side.

"Will-Will you help me, Miss?" The little boy asked, I nodded almost immediately after.

"I won't let him hurt you..." I promised.

I was about to start walking, but I stopped when I heard a low growl emanate from within the dark sewer tunnel behind the boy and I.

My eyes widened and I pushed the boy ahead of me, "T-Towards the next tunnel! Quickly!..." He commanded.

The boy began to run, practically leaving my limping frame behind.

But I couldn't get mad at him.

He was probably terrified out of his mind.

I began to try and run, this only making my misshapen back scream out in multiple cracks, sending me to the damp floor. My chin being the first thing to hit the floor. I screamed in pain at the sudden warmth that began to surround my head, the red wine collected on the cement and I realized I must have busted my chin open.

The boy came to a halt and turned to see that he had left me behind, he turned around and began to make his way back to me to help,

He was running even quicker now that he knew I was a bit of a set back.

He had almost reached my trembling and bloodied body, but came to a halt.

His eyes widened and his face grew pale.

Pennywise had arrived, he crawled on his gloved palms and his knees.

He quickly crawled forward and hovered over my body, in what seemed to be a protective position.

I slowly raised a hand and cupped it under my chin, in an attempt to slow the blood. I was growing dizzy at the skull shattering pain that enveloped my body.

My eyes raised to see Pennywise on top of me, his eyes a bright orange, an orange shade I was all too familiar with. Low growls rolled off his tongue as he showed off his two bunny like front teeth, he was drooling the slightest bit, the warm liquid rolled down his chin and coated my head; sending a shiver down my spine.

"Now, now..." pennywise breathed in shakily, obviously upset over the situation. He slid his right hand closer to my face, his fingers trailing upwards until he reached my head.

He began to stroke his fingers through my matted hair, but his eyes never left the small boy in front of us.

"Jamey, you coulda gone a different way! Now my sweet thang right here might be jealous..." Pennywise frowned, poking his bottom lip out to look as if he was pouting.

I quivered as Pennywise's fingers slid from my hair to my cheek, where he proceeded to reach his index finger towards my chin. He forced my hand off of my busted skin and began to rub the open would with his finger, the mass amount of blood began to soak through his gloves.

I cried out at the stinging pain as he dug his finger a bit into my flesh.

I couldn't tell if he was trying to genuinely massage my wound, or hurt me- or both?

The young boy, who now had the title of Jamey, quivered as he watched Pennywise's actions.

My eyes slowly trailed from Pennywise, who toward over me in a protective pose, to Jamey.

I gasped and forced my breath to come to a halt as I felt Pennywise begin to lower his body closer to mine, his chest pressed against my misshapen back, his crotch just inches from my backside. After this realization, horrid memories began flooding back.

This position seemed all too familiar.

I began to weep, not silently either.

But I pleaded through breathless cries.

Pennywise's weight against me was too much for me to handle, his touch, his warm breath on the back of my neck, him fingering my busted chin.

All too sickening.

I gasped when I began to feel a nausea brimming in my gut, it began to hurl upwards in my body. Filling my throat, and then my maw.

Pennywise must have noticed, he quickly shifted his hand from fingering my bloodied chin, to cupping his gloved hand over my mouth as I began to throw up.

I heard him begin to laugh at my disgusting actions, but he didn't seem at all bothered by the fact that I had began barfing into his hand that covered my mouth. I could tell that some of my throw up, due to all the pressure building up between the chunky liquid and his hand. Began to seep out from between his fingers.

Jamey cried out in fear and disgust, but he must have been frozen in complete terror. His eyes were fixated on Pennywise and me.

Once my fit of vomit was complete, Pennywise slowly stopped laughing, he carefully pulled his hand away from my mouth. Sending any vomit that hadn't collected on his glove flying to the floor, splashing upward and hitting my face a bit; some of it even shooting into my open wounded chin.

I screamed in agony at the stinging pain this caused, but Pennywise forced me to silence when he yanked his barf covered gloved off of his hand, revealing his completely white hand. He proceeded to shove his throw up glove into my maw. I gagged at the sensation I felt, shivers began rapidly running down my spine as I felt my stomach begin to heave.

I could taste my own vomit reentering my mouth.

Once this task was complete, Pennywise's eyes widened, and he grinned. "Hey, Y/n?" He asked, his voice revealing to me that he was excited. "This kid, Jamey over here, maybe he could replace our kiddo?" He suggested, causing my eyes to widen.

Tears flooded my waterline and poured down my cheeks, I began to scream, though it was muffled due to Pennywise's glove in my mouth. So I began to violently shake my head.

Pennywise bit his bottom lip as he stared at Jamey.

"What do you mean no? You don't want to replace my baby?" Pennywise questioned, his orange eyes lowered to examine my trembling body.

He had completely replaced the word 'our' with 'my'.

Jamey began to stumble backwards, before falling on his rear. He had pieced together what Pennywise meant by 'our baby', even at what I assumed to be the age of nine, he must have known that something had gone on between Pennywise and I.

And not something good.

I begrudgingly pressed my tongue against the vomit covered glove that was stuffed into my mouth as Pennywise began to speak.

"He has hair like mine, Y/n... " Pennywise mumbled, moving his gloveless hand to stroke my cheek.

I shook my head once again, Pennywise added to his words: "If you don't want him, I'll just have my dinner like I had planned, my love..." Pennywise removed his hand from my face and began to slowly climb to his feet, though he still towered over my trembling body. I took this as my chance, I pushed the glove out of my mouth with my tongue and screamed: "Run! Run, Jamey!"

The young boy swiftly climbed to his feet, spun around and began to run.

Pennywise looked down at me with an angered frown before growling, he directed his attention back to the running boy, his arms protruding forward as his jagged fangs escaped his mouth, he began running towards Jamey.

I began to crawl, as fast as I could, soon changing my actions to try and stand.

I hoisted myself up and quickly limped towards Pennywise's pile, I raised my arms and grabbed hold of the highest objects, I used all of the strength that was left, residing in me, and pulled my body upwards. I forced myself to keep climbing even when I heard Jamey scream, Pennywise had caught him, he wrapped his lanky arms around the young boys waist and hugged him, pretending to cry.

"Oh boy, I really tried to save you! But i'n afraid my baby doll over there wants you dead!" Pennywise explained, he hadn't noticed that I had moved and was now climbing his pile.

I could heard Jamey crying, completely petrified. Pennywise began to laugh evilly, I could imagine his teeth extending out of his mouth as he leaned toward Jamey, ready to bite his face off and eat him alive.

I climbed quicker, up and up until I reached a point high enough to the point that if I fell or jumped.

I would die.

I took multiple deep breathes to assure myself that this is what I needed to do.

I climbed to my feet and stood on the unsteady prop below me.

I lowered my head and stared with eyes down at Pennywise and Jamey, both too distracted by one and other have noticed what I was doing.

With one last deep breath, I yelled down to the devil clown.

"Let him go! Or... Or-Or i'll jump!"