There had be some indication in knowing fully that Pennywise had come to visit once again, knowing It's intentions of why were debatable. Y/N had been certain that trying to remain calm and looking as if she was still asleep were all entirely useless- It would've known.

Even in her fatigue state, she had managed to remain motionless, unconscious in a half-asleep-half-awake state, yet still able to listen out to what was going on.

Y/N was a light sleeper most days; it sucked a lot when she didn't get proper deep sleeps, for she knew caffeine would've done nothing. It was if she was always on high alert.

She had been certain she would've been caught - Pennywise could've sensed a change in her heartbeat in a millisecond. But to her surprise, all Pennywise did was watch over her sleeping form (from what she had believed since It didn't wake her up) and then quickly left soon after.

But why?

This clown was more confusing in many ways that Y/N couldn't figure out. Why had Pennywise been there, and why of all questions, didn't do anything?

She needed more answers, answers to questions she didn't even know she was thinking- all to just understand more the situation she was in the middle of.

There was no use in trying to ask Pennywise about- the girl from 1809, the previous dream or flashback- It wasn't so keen on spilling that much information. She couldn't even go to ask upon the creator himself- the Turtle as Pennywise called him- was dead, the one thing that she needed to know about all of this, and He was not here anymore.

Was it me, or did Pennywise seem to be in a hurry last night? She had only-so-wished she had woken herself up and confront It, but there was something in her body telling her it was best not to.

Y/N sighed heavily, leaning her face into the palm of her hand that was resting on the kitchen table. She had been sitting there for some time, idly tracing with a leftover pencil and scrap paper. She was so pulled out from reality that she'd forgotten about her cereal, soggy and mushy that it seemed ruined.

In that morning where Y/N had woken up, she had found herself in more of a daze than ever before, spacing out in place that didn't require time passing at all- just all for her to be alone and think. She had remained in this for some time.

"You still here?" She heard the voice of her mom come wander back into the kitchen, walking to the stove to collect her own breakfast. "You couldn't of possibly stayed in that same position all this time?"

God, how long has it been? Y/N thought, blinking away the excess loss of sleep, straightening her back more in her seat; and I guess she's taking to me now? Y/N had left it too long to respond, and before long, her mom had quickly continued, tsking in the process.

"You've wasted your cereal. If you're not going to eat it, don't waste such good money on it."

"Sorry." Y/N mumbled, moving her hand away from her face, briefly looking away to move the small bowl away from her. Her mom sighed, "You've been odd lately... anything you want to talk about?"

Nothing with you. "No, it's fine." Y/N grimly replied. M/N didn't look impress- nor didn't look like she believed her daughter. Nevertheless, she didn't mention it again. "If you're finished sitting in the despair of your mind, you're on your own for the day- I'm working until late- so grab dinner, whatever you want."

She doesn't care. Y/N sighed, ignoring her. "Sure." she murmured, hearing her mom leave to grab her things, not even bothering to say goodbye.

When Y/N had finally heard the door shut and the sound of the car speeding off from their home, the H/C haired female groaned, laying her head on the counter and staying there for some time.

When she finally did, she looked over to the small doodle she had done, not what she had expected to of drawn or written. It had in fact looked like she hadn't written it herself, rather than someone else did.

'Save yourself before its too late.'

She gulped involuntarily, ignoring what she had written and scrunching it up, hurryingly chucking her things in the sink, before heading upstairs to get on with what little she wanted to do with the rest of her day.

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Had it been for the lack of energy, Y/N would've tried her best in trying to be productive, the more she had procrastinated, the longer it had taken her to get on with whatever she needed to do. The rest of her day consisted of moping about, lying around from sofa to bed, contemplating everything to know and what there wasn't to know.

She needed Pennywise in the oddest of reasons- It was the only thing from keeping her from not wanting to find out more- and to her, the entity was more like a drug that she needed more doses of. She craved answers to the questions she had. But Pennywise was too damn stubborn to answer.

She had come to realise it was later in the afternoon- the temperature from outside cooled to be more pleasant, and she could hear some kids walking alongside her sidewalk to get home.

No snacks for Pennywise then, maybe then I'll get a visit. She thought grimly, rising from her bed. Knowing full well how much she had wasted today, she knew it was best to get dinner on and then try to forget everything, and in her mind, a bath seemed just right.

Grabbing all the things she needed, she took them to the bathroom down the hall, before heading down to the kitchen. "What to have, what to have?" She contemplated out loud, comically stroking her chin in thought. Soup seemed to be the best thing to have, and it was the only thing left in the cupboards; she didn't have any effort to head out to grab something to eat.

Dammit mom, does she want me to order pizza? Y/N groaned, deciding tomato soup was better in every way (although she really did crave the taste for gooey melts-in-your-mouth cheese pizza). Watery soup it was then.

Collecting it into a pot, she left it to slowly cook on a low heat, knowing that the bath she was going to have wouldn't be that long. As long as she remembered to not forget it. {A/N, It was this moment Y/N knew, she f*cked up.}

Heading back upstairs and realising she had completely forgotten to run the bath, she grudgingly stomped back there, waiting for some time whilst removing the clothes off of her. When it was finally ready, she stepped in, the heat from the bubbly water soothed her sore muscles that she didn't use in anyway, hissing and cracking as the bubbles welcomed her in.

She groaned, sitting fully in, resting her head back and staring up at the ceiling. The worst scenario had come to mind, and it was that it would've been awful if in all the times in the day that Pennywise would've decided to visit her, it would've been right now.

Let's hope that doesn't happen. She mused, humming a soft song up on the spot.

She had remembered the countless times her mom had nagged her over not sleeping in the bath, but she couldn't help it- it was soothing, warm and made her feel at ease. It would be the only body of water that would make her feel calm.

Well, I should keep an eye on the stove for safe measures... but a few winks hurt. She shrugged, relaxing more in the bath, her eyes not by her control growing heavier and heavier by the seconds ticking down, until allowing her to feel like home was nothing to be afraid of.

"Stupid father, stupid mother, stupid everyone-- why did Etta think it was best for me to go with them? What do they know?" The slopping of mud and other sorts of disgusting things in the ground slogged around the boots of the H/C haired female, the bottom of her skirts gathering up in mud by the seconds.

The young woman in heavy clothed dark blues had been trekking about on her own through muddy circumstances after growing aggravated by the group she had been with. Henrietta had begged her weeks ago to come with the two handsome men to the quarry after the afternoon at the Circus, and being the good and dutiful friend she was, Y/N obliged, coming along.

It didn't take long for Henrietta to of spilt open her big mouth over to her parents about the suitable man Y/N had been joined up with, telling them how well they got on with each other, but truth be told, Y/N knew nothing about this man.

His name was Cornelius, and of course he was a handsome man; tall, fair, polite and of European descent, he was what every fair lady wanted in a potential husband. But Y/N didn't want one, yet her parents wanted her to find one suitable for her.

She couldn't help but not feel the same for the young man who had been set up for her, yet her good childhood friend and parents approved and loved him, and wanted to see them married quicker than Y/N had anticipated.

God, did she feel cursed, cursed to not feel the love that she wanted. She felt more like livestock than an actual human, one to be sold around.

The picnic was what she had stormed off from. Her parents had wanted to meet Cornelius in person to get the good impression of him, and before long, it meant that there included the constant badgering of marriage.

She knew it was wrong to storm off - it set a bad impression on Cornelius and it meant she would get nagged by her parents when they got home- but deep down, she didn't care.

"They can't take my freedom." She huffed, sulking and trying her best to keep her emotions hidden well. It was like she couldn't talk to anyone about anything.

When she had finally come around to where she was or how far she had come, she had realised she had wandered way too far from her group. She was now deemed as lost - metaphorically and physically. Curse her and her bad directions.

She huffed, groaning in annoyance. "Just my luck." She didn't know whether to turn round in hopes of finding her way back, or to carry on walking away from the open area. She thought it was nicer to stay away from them for some time, deciding to go away, as if the woods were calling for her to continue being lost.

Oddly, she followed her instincts, continuing onward with her what was in front of her. She hoped to carry on taking the small path that guided her further and further away from mainland - the creaks and small noises from hidden animals were surrounding her, as if watching her every move.

She didn't feel scared in anyway, in fact, peaceful and calm; with the knowledge of confirming that there was nothing out here with her that was planning on hurting her.

Or that's what she had thought, but when the distant cry of something nearby catching her attention, she knew that she was now not alone.

Her breathing hitched in her throat, all motions of movement were frozen, a chill running down from the nape of her neck all the way down her back. The distant scream of what came from an animal made her rigid on the spot. "W-What was that?" She questioned to herself louder than expected, her voice making her jolt.

There would be silence before another wrack of an animalistic scream came out from the distance, bouncing off the forest trees to make it sound like it was all getting closer. She was tempted to leave, to not get any closer to the noise of what she thought could've been an animal injured - she really wanted to get back to the group she left as quickly as possible - but the thought of leaving a hurt animal to die was not what she was like, she was emotional and sensitive and couldn't imagine something to suffer.

Inching forward and further through dense thick trees, Y/N slowly followed the noise, keeping all movement and noise to the minimum, but the heavy clothed dress she wore was impossible to keep from rustling.

Slowly and slowly getting closer to the noise, she couldn't help but hear it grow and echo in her ears, ringing like bells that made her feel dizzy.

It was an ungodly sound, nothing she had heard ever before. Whatever it was, it sounded far greater from anything from this world. This was not what she had heard before from any animal... but the only thing was- was that when she crept through to get to a higher area with a slope to the bottom with a small river- she had come to see that it wasn't any animal.

Right at the bottom of the slope was the what was keeping all the noise, a creature tangled and convulsing in what seemed like pain. Even through the movements of this creature, it all looked far from anything a human would act, yet when Y/N got closer, she could see the familiarity of the clothes and face.

Was that the same clown at the circus? I-It... it looks hurt... She thought, stepping from behind the tree to have a closer look. The clown she met face to face was a friendly, tall one, donned in colourful makeup and a cheerful attitude... Whatever had been replaced didn't look in anyway at all normal.

The clown she remembered with the name as Pennywise, was sat on It's knees, crouched and causing all commotion over something that was keeping It from moving. It was more disgust and shock that Y/N could only feel; watching silently as the clown acted more like a rabid beast, sharp black claws and teeth protruding out from it's mouth and hands.

The clown continued to screech and revolt, unbeknownst to her presence, all but trying to get out of the situation It was in. Y/N's eyes trailed from the clown's pained angry face, down to what was keeping them at bay. A large bear trap had it's craws clamped right round the clown's foot.

Oddly, she was expected to see blood, a lot in fact, but the fact that the blood was in fact pooling and dripping upwards into the air was far than anything seen before.

Pennywise was clawing at the trap more than ever, furthering to scratch It's face and hands and having blood seep upwards too in the corners of it's mouth. More rattling growls of unheard noises were coming from the clown, showing its frustration to it all.

I have to do something... I can't just watch nor leave.

There was something that was pulling Y/N towards the situation, as if a magnet was dragging her by force rather than by her own instincts.

Taking as much of a deep breath as possible, Y/N braced to face the creature in person, walking further out into the open. The snapping of a twig underneath her boot was what caught the attention of the clown, It's head snapping violently upwards in the direction, spotting her immediately.

E/C eyes met eyes filled with anger, a deep orange sunset mixed with the fiery reds of Hell, It's eyes looked far from anything she had ever seen before. A low rumble of a growl came from the back of the clown's throat, threateningly trying to keep the presence of menacing. Y/N almost thought that the clown had forgotten her.

"G-Goodness..." she murmured almost out of nerves, gulping at the lack of saliva in her throat. Slowly she gathered at her skirts, picking them up, making her descent down the slope without falling, all whilst keeping her gaze on the clown. She was in every way, trying to keep her movements slow and not threatening as possible, but she knew that she couldn't harm a fly than a 6-foot man dressed in clown clothes.

Orange eyes were trained on her moves like a hawk, watching her finally make it to the base of the slope, watching quietly without saying anything, all whilst the clown was still growling softly in defence. She slowly crept her way forward, every passing moment going and she could feel the tension high in the air.

She didn't know what to say, but the closer she got to It, she stronger the smell of something putrid came into her nostrils. It was a mixture of burnt candy and rusty blood- which must've been coming from the large wound that was still leaking blood.

She kneeled finally when she got closer enough to the clown, her eyes flickering from it's face down to its leg. She knew the only thing she could do was get it off. She begun by slowly nearing her hands towards the trap, to which a large feral snarl came from the clown, snapping it's teeth at her.

She paused, turning to It. "It... it has to come off." she spoke, her voice hiding the feebleness she was feeling from within, to which she knew she had to have the strength of a lion. "Please."

Pennywise watched her for a long amount of time, not speaking and only just growling. With some minutes passing, she finally saw something flicker within It's eyes, the orange in it's eyes didn't burn as brightly as last time, the red had disappeared too.

Y/N could only hope that that was the go-ahead, nearing closer to it's leg for proper inspection. She couldn't help but grimace at the sight; the clown's leg was twisted and mangled, the joint half out of place and the other twisted the opposite way. It was truly harrowing.

She braced for the trap in her hands, sticking her fingers through the gaps of the barbed teeth, in which coating her fingers in the deep red blood of the clown, but she knew she had to ignore it. With a final exhale, Y/N tugged, pulling her arms out as far as possible, trying in every way to separate the jaws as much as possible.

What followed was a deafening scream that came out from Pennywise once again, ear shatteringly loud that it made her yelp, but she didn't give up, trying her best to continue even when she knew that the clown was in a lot of pain.

Pennywise was tugging back and forth in a futile attempt in getting it out as well, all sorts of confusion and other emotions unknown to the entity as to why the same woman from the circus was helping her.

With a final pull, Y/N had tried her best in tugging the rusty bars as widely as possible, and with luck, Pennywise twisted and managed to pull the leg out, a final heave come from both as Y/N let go of the trap, the jaws clamping around itself and clattering to the mud.

There was silence once again from the two, neither speaking, and yet, all Y/N could do was breath in and out heavily. She couldn't even believe the whole thing that had just happened, all whilst she was trying her best to remain calm and not show fear.

She eventually turned back to look over at the clown. Pennywise was curled up like a large tabby cat, licking at the leg with as much effort in cleaning it as possible.

Her eyes had been trained from the wound of its leg, then to its face, still marked with trailing lines of red blood that the clown had caused from cutting itself.

She kneeled closer, pulling her clean handkerchief out, the clown not noticing nor caring. She soon pressed the clean cloth against the white cheek of Pennywise. She felt It visibly flinch, It's eyes darting up to meet her, not moving at the fact that she was trying to clean away at the mark.

The red outlines that marked It's face didn't seem to even budge in anyway, but she had managed to scrub gently without tormenting or angering Pennywise further. When she was finally done, she looked back to meet It's face, the eyes she met were pooling yellow now instead of orange, and the teeth had retracted back to look buck-tooth like a rabbit.

For the first time since this situation and whole fiasco, Y/N had managed to realise she was staring into what she had thought wasn't just a circus clown, but now something she was more curious in knowing more of. This clown... was far from anything human in anyway whatsoever. It highly intrigued her.