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(Y/n) Pov

You ran and ran, as far as your wounded feet would carry you. The sewers seemed to go on forever, never-ending. The water kept rising and rising and rising. Afraid it was going to reach your knees, you sped up - cringing at the splashes of dirty, vomit-like water slashing against your legs. A flickering light caught your eye, the end of the pipe!

The sudden surge of excitement and the hope of survival flooded your veins. Your legs kept pushing and pushing, slushing through the thickened water. The water itself was licking your inner thighs now. It was uncomfortably close to your torso, almost like a knife about to pierce through your skin. Dying wasn't on your bucket list, you had to escape now. With one last push, almost a leap, you came face to face with the light you first thought was the exit. It wasn't, the shimmering of a candle and the swaying of metal chases all hopes of escape away. It was a lantern hanging from the ceiling, the candle flame gently flickering.

"No!" You screamed, grasping the lantern and shaking it with fury. "No! No! No!" You repeated over and over, your eyes welling up with tears before they stormed down. Mixing with the snot that leaked out of your nostrils at a slow, painfully gross pace. The candle thrashed around, the flame shrinking into a thin flicker before it disappeared. Leaving you in the darkened sewers.

The water calmed, settling some nerves but not enough to stop the constant whimpering and yelling of frustration escaping your lips. One of your larger fears was death and now you were about to greet it with blood-shot eyes.

You collapsed to the ground in pure pain, noticing how the water had gone down to just ankle height now. Gently you swayed your hands through the liquid, noticing how it was thickening so very slowly. Gulping, you looked around. Feeling and seeing how the water was darker, thicker. Reluctantly, you scooped a handful of the substance with your palm, lifting it to your nose to give a sniff. The stench made you gag.

"Blood," a voice spoke behind you. Giving a gasp of surprise, you felt a hand at the back of your head. Then suddenly the hand shoved your face into the forcefully into the blood. You screamed, feeling the liquid weave it's way into your open mouth. You began to gag, gargle at the substance. Thrashing about as the stinging sensation of your heart beginning to slow. You cried and cried, your thrashing becoming relentless as your head began to throb.

A calming sensation came across your body, you felt almost relaxed. As if you were dozing off to sleep. But you knew full well you weren't, and without any more strength to fight back against the hand you let death come upon you.

You gasped, sitting up straight. Pressing your back against a wall behind you. Your hands searching the ground, feeling the comfort of cold concrete, wet puddles and the stench of shit. Sharp, heavy breaths filled your lungs. The pounding of your heart almost hurting. You kept your gaze on the water flowing around in front of you. That dream, that nightmare was so real.

As you let your eyes focus in front of you, you realized the sitting-down figure of a person. "Drowning is one of the best ways to die," It spoke, "apparently it's one of the most calming sensations." The figure slowly stood, walking towards you. You looked up at It, realizing who it was and giving a startled yelp. "I wouldn't fear death by drowning," Pennywise began, walking towards you than stopping. Crouching down, his hands holding onto his knees. Crouching in a frog stance.

You gulped, averting your eyes away from his face and towards the many pipes that could count as exits.

"Would you rather die by slowly being chopped?" Pennywise slowly got on all fours. Crawling towards you. "Or would you rather..." he quickly grabbed your chin. Forcefully moving your head to face his own stern gaze.

You slowly shivered at his touch, feeling his gloved finger rub uncomfortably close to your lips. His eyes were dilated and cross-eyed - never once straightening out to stare at you. But they were blue, gorgeous blue irises that reflected your own petrified eyes. You began to shuffle around, trying to remove yourself from his grip. Feeling terrified of what was to come. Pennywise had a plan, you knew that. At some point, you were hoping it was to escape him, but that wasn't likely.

"...Die from drowning?" He finishes, leaning forward. Yourself noticing the painful glint in his eyes as he focused them on you. The first time you've actually seen his eyes, both of them, stare at you. Have their glance on you. This moment made you shiver, finally seeing his eyes straighten out and stare at you. They gave you an eerie feeling. "Or would you rather not die at all?" He whispered.

Pennywise leaned to the right of your face. Watching you wither around in both fear and confusion. He stopped at where your neck began. Taking a sniff, noticing the goosebumps that rose on your skin in that particular area. "I would rather not die..." you whispered. Slamming your eyes shut, attempting to lean out of his grip and away from his lips. But only finding that Pennywise tightened his grip on your chin. Holding your head in a fern grasp, not letting you move.

"Of course you'd rather not die," he almost laughed. His breath tickling your neck hairs. "No one wants to die, even I, Pennywise, doesn't want to die!" He howled aloud, making you yelp. The echo of his voice weaving through your ears, making your eardrum ring. "My worst fear would possibly be hunger," he slowly pushed his tongue out of his red-coloured lips. Letting his wet muscle slowly slide along your neck. You whispered, feeling the saliva clog your pores.

The tongue slides up behind your ear before Pennywise leaned back. You felt the cold touch of a breeze against the wet area. Giving a gulp and almost gag. You glanced up at Pennywise, seeing his smug-like face staring back at you. He removed his gloved hand off you, wiping it on his bandage-like clothing. You glared at him in disgust. "How can a demon fear anything?" You retorted, shuffling back against the pipe. Noticing how he shuffled closer to you. Sitting cross-legged now.

Pennywise tilted his head at your retorted, almost surprised to see a human had back chatted towards him. "Fears a weird thing..." It replies with a sharp grin," and so is lying."

"So you're lying about your fear of hunger?" You quickly came to conclusion.

Pennywise gave the signature clown laugh. "Or maybe i'm lying about lying!" He jumped up, placing his hands on your cheeks. Squeezing them, giving a giggle. "Maybe I'm lying about you living, maybe I'm lying about lying about you living!" The extraterrestrial went on and on. He removed his hands after a moment of rambling, clapping them viciously. The echo of his claps disappearing into the distance.

You stared at him, only finding that he was confusing you. Not making you scared anymore. It was almost as though he was riddling you too death. "What if I'm lying about not wanting to die?" You croaked out. Seeing Pennywise stare at you in puzzlement. As though he'd seen a ghost - he was distracted. Slowly, you stood up. Holding your hands up and in front of you. Now you were towering over him, almost glaring down at him. But he wasn't staring up at you. No, he was staring at your legs. Still in the same stare he was before you stood up.

Now standing up, towering over the sitting clown. Seeing his orange hair with a new perspective - not entirely thick, you picked up. You could see through to this scalp. How his white skin, makeup you thought, was cracked. Shaking your head you glanced around. Inspecting each and every possible exit from the distance. The darkness didn't help though.

"Where do you think you're heading off to?" Pennywise snapped back into reality. Shooting up and standing up, his back bent down so he could come eye-to-eye with the cowering, whimpering you.

"I was just..." you began to stutter, holding a finger up and wagging it with fear. Almost trying to spit your words out, but too caught up in awe and terror of the clown's presence.

He snickered, wagging his finger out in front of him. His hair shaking side to side, the tassels around his neck shaking as well. "I was just..." he mimicked you. His face scrunches up into a forced expression of terror. "You were trying to escape! You cannot escape me!" He laughed, taking a step back and holding his hands out either side of him. His face lowering as his forked smile began to show. You stared at him, pressing up against the wall. Holding your hands, arms, everything up against the wall. "I am an entity! I am the one thing you fear most! I am death!"

He slowly began to split into what you first thought was confetti. But on closer inspection, he was splitting himself into insects. You screamed in terror, seeing his clown form disappear and the figure of a human, formed by the acrobatics of flies, now buzzing in front of you. Your screams of sheer terror seemed to fill the now 'fly-man', the sudden buzz of the flies beginning to increase. Impersonating a laugh.

Without any rational thoughts, you skidded to the left. Running forward and towards a pipe. The buzz behind you increased. It was above you now. You knew quite well It was flying above you. But you kept running, now entering a pipe. Dashing down the water, your heart beating violently. You had no idea where you were going. But anywhere was better than back at that lair.

"Where you going, (Y/n)?" That horrific voice echoed around you. Making you lose focus and collapse in the water. Scraping your knee against the jarred concrete.

"Leave me alone!" You begged aloud. Lifting your head, strands of hair falling in front of your eyes. "Please!"

It just laughed at your pitiful attempts. The flies soon circling in around you. You swatted the bugs away but didn't feel as though it was doing anything. The entity kept at it, buzzing in your ears. Hoping to make you faint from the increase in fear and noise. Quickly, you stood up, clapping your hands around you. Feeling the squash of insects. "Fuck!" The sudden shout made you stop. Did you manage to hurt the extraterrestrial? The insects fell around you, landing in the water. You could hear the splash of each small body plummeting into the substance.

You swirled around, coming face to face with Pennywise. He had managed to form himself back into clown form. You gulped in fear, taking a step backward. A sudden light appeared at the corner of your eye. A bundle of light-insects buzzing to the right of you. Letting some sort of light show. Enough to show Pennywise's battered, bloody face. You glared at him, seeing how he just stared back at you with a placid face. He held a hand up slowly, letting you take notice of how he didn't have any figures on that certain hand. Then slowly he turned his gaze towards the bugs. You followed his stare, soon putting two and two together. Those bugs were him.

You turned your head back towards his clown form. Staring at his eyes, seeing how they were a darkened blue, staring straight back at you. The bruises on his face were evidence that you actually had injured him when you clapped those flies. "You hurt me," the pout of the clown made you flinch. "No one eve' hur-T me," he added. Taking a steady step forward, the bugs beside him following his steps. Leaving an abundance of light.

You narrowed your eyes, taking notice of his struggles with speech. He seemed to struggle when he was trying to murder you. "Let me Leave..." you whispered quietly.

Pennywise laughed aloud, coming face to face with you now. His nose touching yours. You gulped in fear, looking at his still blue eyes. "Leave? Let you leave?" He snickered, taking a step forward. "I give you deal," he slowly murmured. Taking some steps around you, circling you like a shark. "I let you leave, but you have won't have a family," he stared. Rubbing his stomach,"I haven't eaten adults in quite some time," he whispered.

"Is that all?"

He laughed again,"you want more!" Pennywise stopped behind you, seeing you shake your head. Knowing you fucked up in asking whether there was more or not. "I'll give you more then! No friends, no family, I'll make your life a living hell! You won't have any work, I'll make sure of that. Your future house won't require rent, but I assume it will require effort to not get kicked out. A dumpster, a dumpster you will live in!" Pennywise exclaimed the whole thing. Not even breathing in between each sentence. "Or you stay. You stay and help me with my hunger, you live! I let you live here, you have a family with one male if you wish! Your child will be adopted up there..." he pointed up, explaining that he meant the surface, "you family live, friends live, you live."

You stared at him, processing his disgusting deal. "Do I get to see my family?" You chocked out.

"No."

You stared at him, taking a step back. "Then what deal is this!" You shouted, but Pennywise grabbed you. Pulling you against his chest. Your back pressed against him while his hand wrapped around your mouth.

"Make up your mind, little lady!" He chimes.

You shook your head violently, grabbing his hand. Feeling the breath leave from your lungs. He took his hand only centimeters away from your mouth. "Okay! I'll stay!" You shouted.

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