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(YN)Pov

He stared at you, the same wicked, forked smile plastered on his face. You gulped, regret flooding your veins as you took a small, fear-filled step backward. The clown raised his hands for a moment, making you feel the sudden urge to bring your own up. Covering your face with your bloody fingers, scared of what this clown was about to do.

His hands collided, making a loud clap noise: retracting his hands once more and colliding them again. He was clapping with such joy, his face full of excitement as his bells jingled. Echoing through the pipes before slowly disappearing, the flowing of water and your own breath remaining.

Slowly, you lowered your hands, holding them together at the front of your chest. Almost praying, but yet you weren't. At this point in time, you felt like there was no god to save you. The monster turned around, looking back into the distance of the pipes. You weren't sure was he was looking at, cause from your perspective it was just pure darkness. But who knows, this creature could have the ability of nocturnal-seeing.

"Uh..." you slowly hugged yourself. Realising how cold you were. How the water was swishing around you with such intensity now.

It was awkward. Pennywise was still staring into the distance while you stood there shivering. Almost feeling as those your heart was growing ice shards. "You need bed," He simply states, turning back around and giving you a smile. Raising his hand with no fingers for a moment. The lights beside both of you fluttering to that certain hand. Dancing on the fingerless knuckle joints, soon forming into pure-human fingers. Pennywise bent the newly added bones, giving a smile before looking back at you. Now having his body intact, yet still bruised on his face.

He reached forward, wrapping his hands around your waist. Catching you off guard as he hauled you out of the ankle-height water. Placing you gingerly over his shoulder, his hands holding the back of your calves. Stabilising you.

You began to pant in panic, seeing nothing but the darkened sewer. The frills of the clown's outfit rubbed uncomfortably against your exposed skin, almost tickling you. Yourself mustering a giggle; biting your lips. The scent of his outfit was horrendous, you could smell the blood and sewer water on it. But you figured you were nothing different to him at the moment.

Slowly, feeling the male take long strides down the pipe, you gripped onto the fabric of his attire. Feeling the solid frame of his body against your hands. Your fingers pinching his skin slightly, but it didn't bother him. Your head was raised up, looking around but why? Everything was dark, but it was almost a comforting feeling to know you could still move at least parts of your body.

"Stop moving," Pennywise mumbled quietly, his grip tightening on your legs. Making you flinch and plop your head on his shoulder. Closing your eyes, feeling your heart thump against his chest. You expected to feel his own heart, but you didn't. It was just a bare barren, you couldn't even feel him breathing. 'Can he even breathe?' you thought quietly, 'does he have a heart?' you added to yourself, feeling your head weigh down. The blood rushing forward, giving you a sickening feeling.

At those thoughts of hearts and breathing, you felt his chest rise dramatically than decrease, before rising again. Pennywise was breathing, and through the shallow breaths he gave was a beat. His heart was beating. You gave a stutter, squinting your eyes shut. "I have breath," he murmured quietly, giving a darkened chuckle afterward. "And I have hear-T," he added.

The splashing of water soon stopped, the clicking of shoes against concrete soon replacing. You blinked an eye opened, looking around before raising your head. Seeing the flickering lights of dull lamps, the flowing water and rustic furniture placed around. You were back in his lair. The blanket to the right of the lair was still there, reminding you of your restless sleep.

Groaning, you began to squirm in his grip. Feeling his pace slowly, stopping in front of a makeshift bed. Making you blink in confusion.

He moved you off his shoulder, slumping you on the bed. The old mattress squeaking under your weight while the wood rubbed against each other. You groaned, your hair flopping in front of your face from the impact. Slowly, moving the hair strands out of your sight, you looked up and around. Not bothered by Pennywise's present, not at the moment anyway.

The bed was surrounded by four pillars on each side, holding up a couple of blankets. Almost giving it a tepee effect, only square. You felt the blanket under you, feeling the softness. A pillow was rested behind you, an old teddy bear placed beside. You gave a gulp, looking at the teddy bears golden, yet tattered fur. The eyes were raisins, beautiful blue raisins.

You reached forward, picking the bear up and feeling it. The soft fur slithering between your fingers. A slight comfort coming over you. A white tag caught your eye, at the bear's little tail. You turned the plush around, looking at the tag, reading the label.

'Toys R Us'

You almost snickered but held the bear close to your chest. Realising the plush toy was new.

Averting your eyes up to the clown, you saw his placid face staring at the bear held to your chest. You gulped, scooting back as he slowly kneeled down. Coming eye-to-eye height with you. "A bear, children like bears right?" He stated, reaching a hand out to poke the bear's nose.

"Children! Are you implying I'm a child?" You narrowed your eyes, slowly moving the bear away from his gloved fingers.

"Well, I... It is comfort, no?" He mumbled, placing his hands on the mattress. Raising the blanket and sniffing it like a dog, then lowering it. Running his hands over it. "I didn't buy toy, nor bed. I thought..." he tapped his forehead,"... and I received."

You just stared at, feeling your body begin to shiver from the cold. Slowly, while the male kept rambling on about the bed. Random topic, but it seemed to entertain him while you shuffled around.

"What are you doing?" He quickly asked as you stood up. Standing beside him, his left. Pulling the blankets back as you slowly before getting in. Laying back and pulling the blanket over yourself. "Why are you..." he stopped midway, watching you yawn. Forcing yourself to pay no mind to Pennywise. "Are you sleepy?"

You gave a glance at him, nodding as another yawn erupted from your mouth. Yes, you were scared by right now you had a sudden injection of exhaustion. "I haven't had a good sleep in days..." You mumbled, closing your eyes and turning over. Facing away from the murdering clown.

It was quiet for a few moments, making you second guess your thoughts of the turning your back to him. But the sudden creek of a mattress and a hand on your forehead made you flinch. It was a bare hand - no glove. Gulped, you slowly opened your eyes and turned back around. Facing the male, his hand still placed gingerly on your forehead. The skin was rough and very white. You could see a slither of his wrist.

"What are you doing?" You asked with a shaky voice. Slowly pushing yourself to sit up and stare at him. His palm still on your forehead, his eyes staring at you.

"You're hot," he stared. Making you cringe, not completely understanding his statement. "Your forehead hot," he added.

Finally understanding what he meant, you shrugged his hand off. Feeling your own forehead, noticing the increasing heat. "Sick," you groaned. Slowly laying back down and looking up. Giving a sigh of disappointment and annoyance.

He stared at you in confusion. Watching as your eyes slowly closed. A wash of panic washed over him, making him flinch in shock. Standing up and staring around. Thinking he had been hit. But he hasn't, it was a new form of feeling - shock, panic, fear.

"(Y/N)?" He glared down at you, then shook you violently. Making your eyes flicker open and glare at him.

"What?" You snapped, feeling a slush of fear erupt from his sudden touch but soon relax. Rolling over and closing your eyes. Falling asleep, not hearing the last of Pennywise's words.

"Don't die..."

The movement of the mattress woke you up. You opened your eyes, finding yourself face to a pipe. Letting your eyes adjust to the small amount of light. Slowly you sat up, turning around to see the clown sitting at the edge of your mattress. Staring into the distance, his hands by his sides. Gripping the blanket.

You didn't dare speak. Instead, you slowly shuffled your way off the bed. Noticing how the clown kept ignoring you.

Quietly you got up, feeling your bare feet touch the concrete. Giving you a shock. "Huh?" you mumbled, looking down and seeing you were barefoot with no scars.

Pennywise groaned and stood up from your shock, standing behind you. Staring down at you with confusion. "What," he grumbled. Your sudden shock interrupting his thoughts.

Quietly you got up, letting your bruised feet make contact with the glossy, wet sewer foundation. It was cold, the feeling was shivering up in your spine. You took a couple steps forward, staring into the distance in almost awe and shock. Infront of you was a pipe, a massive pipe. It leads to god knows where, but you knew that from the looks of it, it went on for miles. With a sudden groan, you turned back to the Clown. Expecting to see him, but only seeing the dint in the mattress from where he sat.

With slight confusion and fear, you turned back around. "Ahh!" you yelled out, stumbling back and onto the ground. Infront of you stood Pennywise and his smug smile. Glaring down at you with a dominating aurora. "You fucking bastard!" you shouted out, pushing yourself to stand up and dust yourself off. He chuckled, turning around and transforming into a school of flies, buzzing his way down the pipe. Leaving you alone in the dark sewer.

With no knowledge of where you were, you walked around his lair aimlessly. Taking note of the many bed frames and toys scattered around. The sudden brightness of blue caught your eye. You crouched down, reaching out and grasping the soft toy. It was a teddy bear - bright blue with black paws. You smiled, holding the plush with two hands. Your fingers rubbing its stomach, the soft faux fur against your thumbs.

The toy's eyes suddenly blinked, making you squeal and let go. Watching it collapse onto the ground. You shrieked when the teddy slowly stood up, looking at you with its placid face. "Don't stop," it spoke. You screamed in fear, stumbling back and onto you the ground. The sudden sound of scrapping and the slight weight on your stomach made you freeze. This teddy bear was on top of you. Reluctantly you lifted your head to look down towards your feet. But the plush intercepting your gaze. It was standing on your stomach, looking at you. Its head tilted to the side. "Don't stop!" it yelled out, putting its plush-paws out in front of itself and slowly taking steps closer to your face.

You screamed in terror, standing up. The bear falling down and onto the ground. Quickly without a second thought, you raised your left foot and slammed it down onto the plush toy's hear. It screamed, squirming around. You lifted your foot again and slammed down, this time the toy going quiet and just laying there. You kept your foot on it for a moment, making sure. But when you saw the glistening blood begin to trickle out of its button eyes and seams, you stepped off it. Glaring down at it while your heart still thudded loudly.

The plush toy was dead.

A chuckle slowly making you turn your head around, seeing Pennywise in the distance with a balloon. Blood trickling from his own eyes and the sides of his face. "Don't stop."