Y/N laid unmoving, staring up at the blank ceiling, her E/C had remained on it for some time, unnerved. Sleeping helped her calm her mind, to get rid of a sh*t day and let it slip from her memories, for the next day she could only hope would be different. It never was, but she could only wish sometimes.

When she slept, she slept her problems away, unaware of time passing as she either dreamt good or bad dreams. It was what she imagined the afterlife would be like; full of darkness.

Even in her state of paranoia and fear of being watched 24/7, she tried her best to get good nights of rest. But, so many questions filled her mind, the questions she asked herself about what she had seen in the book that showed all of Derry's history on pages.

Why did that woman look like me? Was it just It playing to confuse my mind? An illusion? It confused her entirely, and it kept her awake. It didn't help that this specific night, she was alone in the house, and so, every creak and small noise kept her eyes bulging awake.

She could deny the fact that the small creaks reminded her of footsteps walking along the hallway upstairs, pacing up and down, almost as if her mind was forcing trauma on her tired state. She blocked the noises, shutting her eyes tightly, her fingers gripping the duvet she laid under until it begun to hurt, trying to imagine a way to make her fall asleep.

The window was constantly tapping, over and over, lightly yet grew more and more irritating. With a final agitated groan, Y/N sat up, looking around the room to spot anything abnormal or if anything had changed whilst her eyes were shut.

Everything seemed fine; all her books were unmoved, the curtains were the same and not opened, not even the window was open. All seemed fine, until she spotted something just in the corner.

She knew that she had shut it - she always did every night before going to bed- but here, it was a little bit open. She had to wrack in her mind to remember whether she thought she did and forgot to, or if It was just being an asshole.

She emerged from under her warm confinement, her bare feet padding softly against the wooden floor to gently go across to the end of her room. She paused, quickly open the door fully to see if the clown was there, and luckily, It wasn't there. She exhaled, shutting it full in, as it shuddered loudly on its hinges before she went to turn and trudge to her bed.

Her ears picked up the small sound of the door twisting, the eerie creek of it opening just as she had turned. When she looked again, it was again open, slightly ajar like the last time. This clown is taunting me. She thought, moving to go to shut it.

This time, she didn't double check to make sure the clown was there, and when she went to shut it completely in, she hadn't underestimated how forcefully that door could be swung open again.

It knocked against the bookshelf behind it, books clattering to the ground, the door crashing against the wall in loud crash and the giant figure of ruffles and red came into her vision, a giant scare that she hadn't thought of.

"SURPRISE!!"

It managed to screech, an ungodly sound that had come from its mouth, and she was surprised by how it managed to even speak, when its mouth was displayed with thousands of rows of teeth all around its mouth. She was once again staring death in the face. It had made itself look as monstrous as possible; drool flying everywhere, growls, burning yellow eyes that burnt orange too, like wild flames, orangey-red hair unkempt and messy looking.

In hindsight, Y/N should've thought of how the neighbours would react to the loud yelp that had come from her throat, but in that moment, she couldn't give a flying toss about her disturbing their sleep.

She tumbled and stumbled backwards, her back hitting the end of her bed as she fell backwards onto it, the softness of the mattress making her think that she was indeed safe, but when she scrambled backwards, her back hit the headboard, she looked to the end, seeing the intruder there.

Pennywise in a blink of her bulging wide E/C eyes, was perched like a creepy gargoyle on the end of her bed, one hand resting on its thigh as she watched his face retract slightly from the hundreds of rows of teeth to just a few on show. Even from its position, its clown shoes had been replaced with large bird-like talons.

She stared at It and It stared back at her, his teeth retracting to return to his buck rabbit teeth, his cheeks looked big and child-like, a goofy yet sinister laugh came from its mouth. "Missed me?" Pennywise grinned from ear to ear like a Cheshire cat, the other hand that wasn't resting on its thigh was mockingly waving its gloved fingers to her.

In what she thought couldn't get any worse, she couldn't say anything, couldn't retort a remark about how much noise the clown had been making, or how little sleep she had gotten so far into the night, but just stare with a slacked-jaw.

In a flash, Pennywise was moving up higher on her bed. She watched how its limbs moved, so spider-like it gave her chills, like it was trying to contort and twist its limbs in weird poses on purpose. Pennywise reached for her, a low giggle leaving its painted red lips, grabbing her ankle suddenly.

In a matter of little to no use of It's strength, Pennywise yanked her back down the bed, and she found herself dragging her own fingers and nails, clawing at the sheets in hopes that she would be strong enough to not be pulled.

She was repeating ever swear word she knew in her head, panic settled in as she thought for sure that It was going to unhinge it's jaw and swallow her whole. In her last attempts of not being eaten, she could only hope and pray that nothing would come of her.

Her pathetic use of her own strength was probably amusing to the clown, and even her strength was no match, as in seconds, she found herself right underneath the entity.

Oh f*ck no. She was repeating in her head, her hands clenched against her chest, staring wide-eyed up from underneath. She even held her own breath, waiting as to what the hell It would do with her. It was more the fact that she wasn't struggling as much as she found the position she was in was a bit suggestive.

Pennywise was hovering over her, tonnes of large ruffles in her view, resting just in between her opened legs. She was almost hyperventilating at this point, and she was really growing worried that the clown would know why she was becoming uncomfortable.

But alas, It didn't know, nor It wasn't paying attention, as It's face loomed closer down towards her, wide E/C eyes met curious now-turned blue ones. Before she had time to know what could come next, Pennywise leant fully in down to her neck, and once again, inhaling her scent.

She couldn't deny that the ruffles were practically suffocating her, and the weight of It was very heavy, so there was no way she could try and escape, for It was leaning very much on her.

She got the scent of It herself, a mixture of musk, something that smelt of iron, and something buttery. Popcorn? Really? She thought, and when she wanted to roll her eyes at that, she almost yelped once again when Pennywise pulled away, a scowl on its lips.

"No fear... why don't you fear Pennywise yet?" The clown huffed, and she almost wheezed at the large weight on her stomach and ribs, almost crushing her underneath. She didn't exactly have an answer, and she kept her lips tightly closed, biting the inside of her cheek.

"I d-don't know..." she gasped, shifting as she tried to get as much air in her lungs as possible. Pennywise stared down at her carefully, the lines of his forehead that represented the eyebrows were scrunched. In the moment of her thinking death was so around the corner for her, Pennywise merely just giggled, shifting at pulling away.

"Humans are so odd. But I'll get a way to make you fear me." It giggled, shrugging its shoulders half-heartedly. She sat up just about, trying to breath as much of the air as possible for if It was going to sit on her again, but instead she found herself asking something.

"T-The book... the woman, w-who looked like me.... who was she?"

Pennywise paused, staring blankly, a line of dribble cascading down from the bottom lip to splatter against the top she wore, collecting it up as she silently grimaced. "Pennywise knows, but Pennywise won't answer." It's voice dramatically dropped, like it was croaking like a frog.

"Why?" She asked again, trying to sit up, but finding it difficult. "Who was she?"

Pennywise grumbled something under its breath, huffing as the bells around its arms and legs lightly jingled. God, there's a reason why this clown hunts for children, it acts like one too.

"The grounds of Derry aren't as old as I. People come and go, back into the dirt they came from." It sang, rocking back and forth, perched now like a large toad.

"Every name has a face, a heartbeat, a fear, a fear ol' Pennywise feasts on." that same walleye coming as It looked to be drooling at the thought of fear.

"That d-doesn't make sense." Y/N complained, and Pennywise grinned, rows of dagger teeth pointing out. "Life doesn't either..." It eventually got up from sitting on her, standing to its original height once again.

"I'll come back, don't you worry Y/N. I'll get you scared of me sooon." It promised, bopping her on the nose, before turning on its heel, the clown shoes squeaking as its footsteps grew quieter before completely disappearing altogether.

Y/N sighed heavily, her breath shaky, falling her head backwards as she laid on the mattress, her arms and legs opened like a starfish.

Gonna need a lot of coffee tomorrow.

A/N:

Hopefully no-one is confused, but see you soon!!