Y/n P.o.v

One and a half days until the funeral.

I knew he wanted me alive.

He wanted me afraid for as long as possible, so that I tasted like the most delicious thing on this earth.

But that flavor would leave as soon as I was dead if my death wasn't caused by Pennywise sinking his teeth into my flesh.

Pennywise quickly spun his head around, facing the opposite of the front of his body, all to make straight eye contact with me. This time, unlike the many other times, I didn't look away.

I was trying to be brave.

But I knew Pennywise could feel my fear like there was nothing else on this earth.

Slowly, his body turned to match the direction his eyes were in.

His eyes were wide at the sight before him, he really hadn't expected me to pull such a stunt. He grabbed ahold of Jamey's arm and pulled him closer to his side, in response, Jamey pressed his hands against Pennywise's' side and attempted to push himself off of him.

That, of course, did not work.

"Let hi-him go, Pennywise..." I demanded, my voice wavering and weak, I was still trying to be brave, to possibly intimidate Pennywise.

I didn't know if he was afraid or not.

Pennywise took a careful step closer to the pile I stood upon, there was hesitance in his movements as I followed his steps and slowly made my way closer to the edge of the platform I used to balance on. I yelped in shock with the object I stood on slanted forward and let out a creak of unsteadiness. In reaction, Pennywise took a few swift steps forward, yanking Jamey forward with him.

I quickly steadied myself, putting my hand against other objects that were more tightly pact in the mountain to keep myself steady.

I stared down at Pennywise with wide eyes, "If-If you let him go- I'll c-come down, but-but you have t-to st-stay with me s-so I know you ac-actually let him-him go!..." I bargained, my breathing frantic and heavy, it felt as if my heart would pound out of my chest at any moment.

"Sweets- Lollip- " Pennywise let out a low growl, annoyed at himself for not being able to choose a title.

"Y-n... Come down from there... You aren't bein' funny..." He growled, I could now feel the smallest hint of stress emanating from the clown below me.

Was he really getting out of shape over me?

A single meal?

Pennywise took another step closer to the pile, obviously trying to get closer without me noticing.

I, to let him know that I wasn't joking, took another step towards the edge, and it creaked in response, I could feel the platform I stood upon tremble at my weight before settling.

Pennywise stopped moving.

"Y/n, come on! Y-You know I-I gott-gotta e-ea-eat!... Come d-dow-down h-here!" He begged, I took note that he had suddenly developed a stutter.

How afraid was he?

Why was he so afraid of me possibly dying?

Pennywise grew more angered.

"Y/N! " he snapped loudly, loud enough for his voice to echo around his den.

Pennywise groaned loudly in response to my silence, he snaked his long fingers around Jamey's arm and pulled him in front of him.

He stared down at the young boy, occasionally looking up to see if I got any closer to the edge.

But I stayed put to see what Pennywise was planning on doing.

"Run- through my tunnels, you'll find your way, " he explained, before throwing Jamey to the ground. The boy sat completely petrified, he stared wide eyed at Pennywise as his body trembled vigorously.

Pennywise stared at him before screaming, his voice deep and demonic.

"RUN."

Jamey threw himself to his feet and ran as fast as he could towards the nearest tunnel, he entered the dark corridor and disappeared into the darkness, but I could hear the splashing of the gray water to indicate that he hadn't been legitimately eaten by the darkness.

Pennywise slowly turned to face me once again, and I was pulled out of my thoughts when I realized the platform below me had began to slide forward, nearing a point of no return.

The disturbance was because of Pennywise's yelling, it must have triggered a tremor within the pile.

And my weight helped it.

My flooring was slowly sliding forward, I began to panic, I would be falling to my death at any second.

The only thing that could possibly save me, was Pennywise.

I threw myself against the walls of the pile, trying my best to grab ahold of something to keep myself from falling.

But I knew that as soon as my platform fell, I would fall as well.

Because without something for my feet to rest upon, I would fall, I didn't have a good enough grip on anything to keep myself up.

My eyes shot down to see a frozen Pennywise, he looked completely shocked, but annoyed.

As if he realized what his temper had done.

I drew in a deep breath as my platform slipped from beneath my feet and began to spill down the large trophy pile, loud echoes filling Pennywise's den as what had been a large metal platform hit toys and other materials, finally it hit the cement floor with a loud rattle.

And I was falling.

My mint green hospital gown flying up as I fell, my arms above me in an attempt to grab ahold of anything.

My screams all I could hear.

I began to hit random objects that poked far enough out of the pile to make contact with my flesh.

I felt some of these random things slice my skin, my arms, my legs.

I closed my eyes as my hair flew up from such high wind pressure.

The air was freezing, maybe that was because of how fast I was falling?

Before I landed, I screamed.

"Pennywise!"

And there was a tense silence as my body collided with an unknown mass.

My eyes were closed and dried out from all the wind that had engulfed them.

I would have been crying.

If only the wind hadn't been so harsh.

I felt a sudden weight on my waist, I slowly opened my eyes, the slow air burning them as I processed my blurry vision. My e/c eyes snaked upward only to come face to face with Pennywise himself.

He sat against the pile, on his back, his head resting against a small toy.

His laying position was completely straight line a square root, his arms wrapped around my waist.

I stared at him for a long moment before my eyes completely adjusted, and I realized his eyes were closed, and tears were rolling slowly from his cheeks, his red lips pursed tightly together as if he was trying hard not to cry, but was failing miserably.

I began to grow light headed, my eyes grew to be half lidded as my head plopped back onto Pennywise's chest, one of his red pom pom's acting as a pillow. I raised my arms and wrapped them over his shoulders.

Too worn down from my recent activity to care that I was now cuddling with a child eating monster.

Before everything went dark.

Before I passed out.

I heard his voice.

"He t-thrusts his f-fi-fist against th-the po-pos-post... He-he still insists h-he sees t-the gh-ghost..."

~

The entire scenery had changed.

The lanky arms were gone.

Pennywise was gone.

The sewer was gone.

Everything was white.

Unlike the previous void I had been in which was clouded in a black.

My head slowly shifted around.

But unlike my black voided dreams, I didn't feel a weight against me.

I felt peaceful.

I lowered my eyes to my stomach to see if any of my body had changed.

My stomach was sewn shut, but blood stains still coated my skin.

My stomach was no longer big and baby filled, it was flat, as if the baby had left.

I lifted my arms to see that both my hands were intact, I didn't feel any pain in my body.

Why was my dream suddenly peaceful?

Why did I feel happy in this dream?

What do these dreams mean?