Their screams, ooh how they screamed for mercy.

It brought more than shivers down its spine.

The anticipation... flavouring the meat before consuming, how lustful to devour flesh full of fear! There was nothing quite like it.

Fear...

Fear, make her scream for it!

"P-Please!! Get me out! H-Help me-- anyone!!!"

Yessss. Continue to plead, cry for your puny God that didn't exist.

Gracie... Gracie was soooo simple yet so easy to get. Her fear, so pathetic, yet it was so good to feast on.

The giggle escaped through gargled warps between reality and falsehood. Spiders. Spiders were what made her squeal, yet she was terrified upon my form!

Her right leg was barely hanging on her body, the more of her flesh tasted, the harder it was to wait, to get the last bits of her fears before truly destroying her.

Worthless. Meat sacks full of little life. All of these pesky mortals were under my control and they had no control in stopping me.

Stop. The void inside a mind called back.

Through the darkness, the voice sneered, and through the familiarity of it, it sounded almost like a certain turtle.

Shut up.

A growl pulled from its lips, so wide its jaws, as it snapped at the girl trying to push herself to freedom, catching at her shoe, snagging and cutting at her skin. She screamed, pushing back with her might as she crawled backwards through the shit water of Derry.

A laugh came from its vision, and through the twinkling three lights that bulged and pulsed, the large figure was just in reach of ripping to shreds. A smiling turtle made of millions of the stars in the sky. Why, if I could believe it...

Don't you say it, you old fucking turtle.

Shut the hell up.

Gracie's scream brought the attention to the clown, its pincers stretching and forming over its wide sharp mouth, hundreds of teeth slashing and biting at her mangled body to eat.

Ripping came from the back of its flesh, more legs larger than a normal height for a human staggered out, hitting the floor of the sewers in numbers, a feral cry came from its lips, more eyes red-orange opening upon its forehead.

She will be the death of you. She will make you starve...

"I am no fool!" It screeched, grabbing at Gracie's left ankle, digging one of its many hairy spider legs into her abdomen as she screamed bloody murder. Still, It listened, like music had filled the air so sweet just like the blood that spilt.

Fear, it was so pungent, and it was almost missed for some time.

"You will be silent!" Pennywise howled like a hound starved, reaching in until guts and blood spilt out more like a waterfall, and Gracie's begging was growing more weaker by the seconds ticking. "Go back to the dust, into the weeds you belong."

A twist and a hideous pop and squelch came from below and in the claws of the spider was the heart that the monster pulled out from the teenager's body. Mangled was certainly the word to describe how she looked, but she was pale and rotting and revolting.

Through the anger and rising confusion, Pennywise consumed her heart, leaving her body to the waters until it would come back to finish the rest of her off.

For now, the certain clown had things to attend to.

The water dripped down her body, like a waterfall of emotions that fell like a curtain down her F/C, begging to cleanse herself of the horrors she had endured.

The warm water hit her body as she soothed her aching muscles to soften, her mind to relax and at least go somewhere else for a while whilst she could have time to herself. That was what she needed at that moment: the world to disappear, and for Y/N to finally have a place for her mind.

I'm not prepared for the world... There is too much chaos in this world. Too many bad than good. I've seen that now, but I must live. She thought, washing the shampoo from her wet locks. Or else I too, will go mad.

Y/N stepped out from the warmth of her safety, a towel wrapped around her as she stood in front of her foggy mirror, seeing the blurry silhouette of her own figure. For a moment, she was unsure what stood before her. I should look like any normal 18-year-old, happy for leaving school, but these have been the worst for everything, and they have brought the very worst out of me.

But she didn't feel like an 18-year-old, she felt more like she had aged with a space of 20 years, a woman grown and hardened from years that she had yet to experience in life. I am not the person I think I am anymore.

Sighing, she looked at herself one last time in the mirror, wiping away at the fog and mist as she caught something red that was wiped away; something or someone who had been standing right behind her.

Y/N had turned to look behind her but saw nothing by the small bathroom she knew most certain. Stepping out and walking to her room, a small breeze caught at her dampened hair, a sombre tune playing in the air as if her mother was playing someone on the piano.

But mom nor I know how to play the piano, nor was she even currently here. Y/N dreaded, bracing for the worst as she stepped into her room. Everything seemed in place, nothing out of the ordinary. Her muscles relaxing from the tension, Y/N thought she could play some music or draw as she spent the evening to herself. Thinking to herself, she went to her wardrobe, she went to open it to get some fresh clothes.

Y/N hadn't opened both doors when a large claw-like hand emerged from the inside, grabbing at her wrist and tugging her forward, as if the closet had grown large teeth and a jaw to swallow her whole.

But Y/N knew quick to yelp but, pulling back on her arm as she was certain that the culprit could twist and break the bone with no question. With silent adrenaline, she tugged quickly as she brought her arms sharply down, effectively escaping from the grip of the visitor.

Stumbling backwards towards her small bed, Y/N turned but not in time to be quick enough as the familiar clown stepped out from her closet full of clothes; a look of anger and hunger burning in its eyes so brimmed red and orange.

Oh god. She trembled, stepping back before Pennywise had her in its grasp, holding her by the shoulders. "P-P-Penny! Save m-me!" It cried in a mocking tone, and Y/N's eyes widened in the realisation that the eldritch was mimicking her that night when she was nearly about to be assaulted.

She squirmed and tried to escape, always keeping her eyes on those eyes so fuming with something she didn't want to know what exactly it could be thinking. "Pathetic human. Not able to save herself from a man like him, all meek like a little lamb." It sang darkly, toothily smiling such a sinister smile.

"I should've killed the both of you, oooh, but I should've killed the likes of you a verrrry long time ago. Yes, I should've. Pennywise would've been gone from you for a long time, and no brother could stop me."

Penny leaned into your face, all white makeup beginning to split down its face and more teeth began to grow like needles in its mouth. "What do ya say Y/N? You end this now, this little game you play with the others, and we call it a draw? How does that sound!" Its voice dropped a few minor octaves, now demonic in power and tone that drew such shivers down her spine and into the core of her being.

Maybe, once again, Y/N did feel a thing called fear.

She watched as the clown's face stretched and widened, and soon she wasn't really looking into a clown's face anymore, no, it was much more ungodly and out of this world. Something more from the seventh place in hell that belonged to be buried deep from exposure.

Rows upon rows of teeth were growing in front of her face, glinting in front of her face and so close in just nipping at her skin. Y/N exhaled breathily as she watched something far more different begin to form inside its mouth.

"Close your eyes." She heard Pennywise's words, so low in its opened mouth that she had thought she had misheard. "P-Penny." She whispered the only thing she could think of saying that sounded beyond sane.

"Close them. Now." It barked, an unholy sound mixed of a growl and howl came from its being as she obeyed, silently shivering as she closed them, squeezing so tight that she could only flinch back in not knowing what could come next.

Even through her closed eyes, she could see it, something so faint with a sound golden glow, that grew wider like a light glowing in a dimmed room. She trembled within her spot, a breath as faint as a ghost walking through her blew softly on her face, and she could only just stand and beg to live.

That was when she heard it, the voice of someone, begging to help them. Then there was another, female, and another. And another. Until there were as if a crowd of different lives screaming down into her mouth and calling for her to help.

They felt like they were grabbing at her face, trying to pull her in, touching at her hair and neck, grasping at little of whatever they didn't have anymore as they tried grabbing for her and her life form.

She felt a squeeze from her shoulders from Pennywise and before her the lights grew dim, growing soft and going away like headlights on a car going on into the night. Soon, there was nothing left.

Y/N squinted her eyes to open them, straining to believe what she would see when she did: Pennywise ready to maw her head off with one bite? Or to see that she was no longer even in this mortal realm.

Y/N felt the softness of a tear run down her cheek, mouth slack. "-What was that?"

It's mouth went back to normal over its painted red lines and white face, forming shut as Y/N watched in silent horror. "The being that I am made from, the one that I exist from." It said, voice croaky. "My deadlights."

"W-Who were those people?" She didn't really want to know, but here she was asking. They were all in so much pain, screaming in agony as if; like they were going through eternal torture.

Pennywise didn't answer her question to that, staring her down with yellow unnerving eyes instead of those orange one's rimmed red. "I saved you... and your worthless life."

Y/N took a suspicious step back, watching. "You did, but I saved you too. Wouldn't you feel grateful?"

"Grateful?" Pennywise barked, anger bubbling over like a hot stove. "I saved your worthless life because you're nothing important to me! Flesh bag, useless filth like the rest of your breed. I will kill you and all your kin for my insatiable appetite."

You're saving me up... for something else? Y/N dreaded. "You seem attached to me..."

Pennywise took a noticeable step back, thin eyebrows furrowed and a pout formed on its red lips. It looked very offended by that comment she had made. "Did you get that from my pesky brother? Have you been communicating with him?"

She found it hard not to laugh, even in the confusion of everything. "No, I haven't... or I don't think so."

Pennywise huffed, stepping away as if interested in the lives that wandered outside on the streets. "I must feed."

"Wait." She found her voice before she knew what she was doing, a hand clamping around its long forearm. Pennywise stopped in all movements, turning back to loom down on her, looking at her owlishly.

Y/N had to brace herself to believe she was about to say this. "W-Would... would you like to stay the night?"

Pennywise stared at her as if she had 10 heads, maybe with a look of disgust, or perhaps, intrigue? "Never mind, ignore that-- you're busy... get going-oof!"

Her bed squeaked with the heavyweight, Pennywise sitting on the edge of it as it pulled her in, resting its large head to her chest, pulling the long arms around to pull her closer. Y/N stood rigid, noticeably staring down at the clown that had once wanted her dead so many times before, and now, seemed to be changing it.

Hesitantly, Y/N went to pull her head to reach it's head, grazing the tufts of red hair that protruded out from the sides of its head. She expected to lose her hand, a growl of a warning, but instead, she was mildly surprised to see that Pennywise didn't say nor react to anything; simply just keep her flush to its Victorian clown suit.

They both didn't say anything, nor did she ask to this sudden hug, but she knew it could mean one thing:

There was a mutual trust beginning to form.

A/N:

How could Pennywise possibly go from murder clown to cuddly? Simple, Penny is just confused and so is Y/N! HOPE YOU LIKED THIS CLUSTERFUCK OF A CHAPTER! SEE YOU SOON!