The stitch in her chest was killing her, her body trying to reject the pain she felt that was straining her; a yearn her beckoning for her to stop and breath.

In her mind, it was telling her to keep going, not just that she had been running for some time away from her bullies, but telling her to hurry and quickly get to where she needed to get to. I need answers, I need the reasons to this all quick.

Running until she grew out of breath, her feet aching, she had gotten worried she should've taken a quicker route, the amount of twists and turns going down different roads was growing tiresome, she was unsure whether she would get to Neibolt Street.

Should've I gone down the sewers? Granted, she had never gone down to the sewers alone, yet alone know which pipes to go through to get to the middle of It's lair; It's probably had tons of practise navigating under the grounds, where It lays under all the lives It wants to feast on.

Just when her hope was dying down, the familiar post came into her vision, sitting high on its rusty green post that it almost looked like a mirage. I'm passing through Death's territory now.

She slowed to a slower pace, catching her breath as she advanced closer to the old decrepit rumble of a house. Instead of rounding the corner to get to the back, Y/N instead went straight through the open barred gates to the front door. It had been bolted with wooden planks, with broken glass everywhere, a few pieces of waste too around her feet.

She contemplated everything quickly, two sides arguing in her mind: if she were to enter this house, it could mean she could be killed. She was walking into It's territory now, no hope if she would come out alive.

Or... if she didn't step a foot inside, she wouldn't find out more to everything that there was to know.

She sighed, going with the first option; it was better to enter than not find out the right answers. Apart from all she could think about was if something was to go wrong. Let bygones be bygones. Twisting the doorknob with as much effort as possible, it took a lot of strength to try and turn it properly.

Even though it looked blocked and incapable of being opened, the door miraculously pushed itself with more convenient force than her own, squeaking loudly like a dying cat.

Dust came up through the floorboards, some also coming from the ceiling too. The entire inside of the hallway looked to of been taken over completely by nature, with dying vines and new ones too growing out from the walls, ceilings and walls. The inside smelt like something had died a very long ago, with the lack of cleaning it out, a stench so foul it smelt toxic.

The house looked like it was about to cave in on itself, so old and worn out from neglect it was odd that no-one had really considered knocking it all down and replacing it with something else. If It has anything to do with not knocking it down, I wouldn't be surprised.

Speaking of knowing whether or not there was any life in this house, it seemed to be completely dead inside, with the intentional amount of leftover trash in all the rooms, this place looked to of been a place for teenagers to hide and do drugs.

That's why it looks like a f*cking crackhouse.

She sighed, thinking over what she would do next; speaking to the eternal entity alone would be unironically suicidal. "I'm here... you wanted me here..." she begun, her voice echoing alone the damp moldy walls surrounding here. Empty.

"You play all these games... but I want answers, now." she tried to hide the feeling of a long shiver drawing down the back of her neck all the way down her spine, creepily clinging to her skin to make it feel as if she had a fever.

Silence. Utter silence, not even a mere whisper amongst the wind. She had to think that It was at least there, watching there nevertheless, but It didn't seem to want to answer nor appear to her.

She was growing angry, and if she were to show her irritation to It, she was worried it would turn out to become the worse.

She exhaled in exasperation. It wasn't making things easy for her. She couldn't allow her worries of being killed get to her; she had to bite the bullet and just do it. "Look... I'm not gonna waste my time here.... show yourself."

Another wave of silence came over her and the atmosphere she was surrounded in, before a low rumble of a growl came from one of the rooms far off, a resound of noise coming from one of the dark rooms.

It was the furthest room from where she was standing in the hallway, hiding in the darkness with vines and broken crumpling walls. The doorway emitted a soft yellow glow, as if coursing through her body, beckoning her to come over to it.

She moved off from her spot, walking slowly towards the room, and the further she walked into the darkness, it seemed the glow from the entrance of the room was blinding her eyes more and more. The crunching of leaves and waste beneath her shoes was not helping her from keeping quiet, and the more she walked further in, the more difficult it seemed to avoid it all.

Her heartbeat was quickening, the beating of her pulse lodged in her throat, leaving her windpipe to feel enclosed. Once I walk into Death's lair, I won't be able to leave.

Walking further and further beneath the walls of crumpling plaster, she had emerged from the darkness to come to the doorway of the room she was leading herself into. The soft glow that had been blinding her eyes had been coming from the broken glasses of the windows, reflecting the hues off from outside as the sun was setting slowly.

Oddly, she was more confused as to why, thinking it had come from something else; the glow that was being emitted felt as if it had been coming from something much more than just some broken panels in a glass window.

The room she had walked into was a large kitchen - not much that looked interesting - it seemed dust and age had taken over, and no-one had looked after it in a century.

Nothing more than just a wonky wooden table, a small fridge, an old rocking chair in the background, a door leading out from that room into another and in the corner, a large cabinet that was maybe used for storing old glasses and other things, mainly just lots of worn-out cloths that were draped over many things.

It looked like it had all come from a dollhouse - a gigantic one to be correct; it was so vintage it didn't all seem real.

Y/N thought it must've seemed safe to walk further in, standing to take a look at the entire room. The dust she was inhaling was giving her a difficult time from not sneezing, the smell of decay didn't help either.

I'll be out of here soon. She promised herself, assuring that once this was over, she would be back in her home once again.

Even though she was assuring herself that all would be okay, the noises and sounds around her were keeping her from trying to remain calm. It went from deafeningly quiet to small creaks in the floorboards and above in the other rooms on the upper floors. It was unnerving to say the least.

She wasn't stupid- It was here, maybe in this room, or maybe in another- but It was in this house with her, as much as she wanted to disagree.

The noises brought her attention towards the constant ticking and tapping of something. At first, she thought it had been a leaking tap, but when she had turned and looked towards the fridge, she had thought it would've been shut, but to her surprise, it wasn't.

The fridge was slightly ajar, and peaking out were a pair of large gloved fingers, aimlessly drumming against the side, cracking and sounding like bones breaking.

She didn't need to guess who was hiding behind the door, for the fingers tapping ceased, a guttural chuckle echoing out from inside, reverberating off the hairs on the back of Y/N's neck.

No, no, I will not show fear. She repeated in her head, but with how creepily the door slowly swung open, she couldn't help but shiver visibly. Now with the door wide open, she could see who was in there.

Pennywise was contorted in the same way a contortionist would be inside a small box, It's legs folded and It's upper body sitting upside-down. It grinned to her lowly, the painted red bottom lip sticking out as well as It's bucked teeth, a pair of glowing red-orange eyes staring back at her.

She watched as It got out of the fridge, the same way a beetle would move when trying to escape. It contorted and moved almost gracefully, unfolding It's legs as the clown got to it's normal height once again, twisting it's entire torso 360 to face the right way once standing.

She couldn't help but think the way Pennywise had gotten out of that fridge had scarred her greatly, thinking that the entity would have bones just like a human, but instead not, expecting to hear bones crunching and popping back into place.

Pennywise stood a few metres away from her, previously had been shaking like a dog as if had gotten washed, once after twisting it's body back to normal, bells jiggling as it did.

When everything seemed normal, Pennywise stared to her, and she stared back. She wanted to face the monster properly, but all she could think of was how nightmarishly-haunting It looked. Pennywise placed both It's hands on it's hips, standing in a strange pose before speaking to her in a wheezy voice.

"I knew you would want to come home soon Y/N~"

She shuddered almost violently, remembering in her head the words she was saying before; do NOT show fear. "This... this isn't my home." she begun, keeping her voice calm as she tried to not make it shake.

Pennywise titled it's head to the side slightly, red-orangey hair bouncing in every direction. It squinted it's orange eyes to her. Almost trying to convey a look of disappointed.

"Oh? That's a shame..."

When she thought Pennywise would then proceed to bare its teeth and try to strike her, she spoke up, hoping her words would save her for a few more seconds. "W-Wait! I needed to speak with you!"

Pennywise paused in it's movements, looking merely confused and curious to what she would have to say. "About what little bird?" With little effort, the clown begun moving slowly, teasingly making it's way to her the same way a predator would stalk it's prey.

She involuntarily stepped back, but Pennywise took a further step forward, doing so until she found herself pressed to the table that was behind, with It standing looming over her. She gulped louder than expected, making Pennywise smirk wider, as if this game It was playing only to get better.

"Well?" It asked, a tone that showed both It wanted an answer to everything quickly and also some irritation. Y/N had managed to remove her bag from her back, the content she was looking for thudded onto the table behind her way too loudly, and she had startled herself.

"I-I need answers..." she pointed to the large book, "to everything."

Pennywise growled, then proceeded to bare the long knife-like teeth towards her, threatening her. "Why should I help? Some things are left to be unsolved." It giggled through the rows of teeth, menacingly trying to convey the point of trying to get her fear skyrocketing.

Y/N breathed through her nose, straightening herself now that the heavy bag wasn't on her back. She stood up more upright, the words she wanted to say begging to come out. She exhaled back through her nose, and proceeded to say those words she thought were true. I have to mean it, I have to, just say it. Now!

"I'm not afraid of you..."

Silence had filled the air amongst the two of them, the only thing Y/N could hear was her shallow breathing and the raspy rumble coming from It's throat, as if It was snarling at her words. Pennywise smirked through barbed-wired teeth, sniffing the air just above her head.

"I smell your fear." It grunted, amber eyes watching her every move up-close. Y/N gulped, remembering to try and keep her breathing calm, to not allow her heartbeat to rush in anyway whatsoever. No way could she show weakness to It, or else that would be the end.

"Do you not know I am?" It questioned harshly, the look of anger glowing in It's eyes, burning holes into her skin. "I am eternal. I am the Eater of Worlds and of children. I feast of your kind."

"What makes you think I will give in to your... needs and wants?"

Y/N bared all to think of what would come from It; for the clown was so unpredictable, she was unsure as to what It would do next. "If you're eternal," she begun, "you would know of every human that had lived on this planet... even if you didn't f-feed on them."

Pennywise hummed in thought, even though it didn't look like It needed much time to think of an answer. "I'm attached to this world just as much as you are." It giggled. "Each speck has a heartbeat, a way to identify yourself from another... You're way more easier to puzzle than what you all assume."

"That's why I n-need answers!" she raised her voice, and in return, Pennywise snarled, raising the thin line on his large forehead that resembled an eyebrow. "You didn't respond to my last response... w-when you came into my room that night. Who was that woman, and why did she look like me?"

"That doesn't have anything to do with me!" Pennywise barked back, growing in height to tower over her. "I am a destroyer! I do not create nor build! The old senile turtle did this all."

What? She thought. "A... a turtle?" She questioned carefully after she had shrunk more against the table, watching Pennywise not tower over her. "My opposite... the one whom is my brother." It snarled more to itself again, muttering "stupid old fart." under it's breath.

Y/n didn't know whether these new answers were getting her somewhere or not at all. "Your brother... created life? This world, the universe?"

Pennywise ignored her question. "The lazy turtle is dead now, been dead for some time - choked to death when it wasn't hiding in its shell."

Y/N pondered quietly as Pennywise continued. "That lazy idiot had more tricks in that shell, more power than I knew of. He tried to confuse me, after I was sent here. He wanted me to get confused on those I fed on."

"Each millennium, he created copies of too many, to allow more than one of your kind to look the same. A ghost of a living person to look the same as the other." It grumbled. "But it only made my hunger grow the more I ate. I just ate the same child twice."

A copy? That explains some things. "Like... like a doppelganger? That explains a lot..." It indeed did. The hallucination of the young girl that looked like her, the illustration/photo of her; it seemed to shed some light over the eternal darkness guarding her eyes.

Pennywise nodded all too eagerly, now having learnt the name of what a 'copy of someone' was called. A long dribble trailed down It's bottom lip, the walleyed look came back, as It almost salivating on the spot. Y/N continued, unsure as she watched the entity drool everywhere.

She was about to continue too, but a wail of noise came from upstairs; a loud thud that sounded similar to someone falling from a height to the ground, followed by a small yet frantic voice.

"H-Help! S-Someone help!!"

She knew that voice from anywhere, she had heard their annoying voice for the last four years in high school, and she was actually surprised to hear Harris' voice. She turned to Pennywise, confused and a bit scared, but Pennywise laughed hysterically - all as if everything was merely just a joke.

"..." She went to open her mouth once again, but the clown interrupted her, eerily jingling the bells as It shook. "You best be going little one. I'm of needing... to feed."

Y/N couldn't deny the heavy feeling sinking in her stomach, making her feel some-what sympathetic towards the bully upstairs. As much as she had hated Tracy for so many years, she couldn't help but wonder what was to happen to her very soon.

"But... what about-" Pennywise interrupted her once again, shushing her. "Don't worry, you won't have to worry about this alone. I'm apart of you now."

Y/N was a bit worried about It's words, but she stepped away, collecting her things and shoving them in her bag. She threw it on her back, hearing the same screeching voice coming from above, slowly growing louder and louder in pitch.

She could hear Tracy still screaming and pleading for help, but Y/N had to slowly turn away and leave. When Y/N turned back to where the clown had once stood, It was gone, vanished into thin air.

She retreated, making her way back the way she had entered, running at a quick pace to leave for the door. She grabbed the handle with more force than she expected, before going into a full sprint, running all the way back home in the hot summer heat, ignoring the screams that had scarred Y/N's mind of what she had heard.

Note to oneself, don't ever go in that home again.

A/N:

Hope you enjoyed this chapter, I tried to incorporate a bit of Maturin the Turtle that created the universe by throwing it up. Maybe I'll even write a chapter in Pennywise's P.O.V. See you soon!