Pennywise x Fem Reader Fan Fiction In Your Heart Shall Burn
“Greeting all! It’s been really fun writing this fan fiction for all my Claddy fans out there! I truly want to thank you guys for the support. ^-^ As thanks, I have another chapter for you ghouls, i hope you enjoy it. Shit is about to get real! And i can’t wait to see what you guys think. But without further ado’s, please enjoy. Oh, and please forgive the errors and typos again.”
Chapter Three: ‘Come Join the Clown’
It was all over now, it had you, he had you. Slowly skulking is gruesome form away from your friend and over to the other side of your bed to get closer to you. His eyes remained locked onto yours as he placed himself by the chair beside you. Still with very little mobility, you desperately tried to shift yourself as far away from him as possible. You could fully see him now, you noticed the brunt amber color of his hair that nearly touched the celling as he walked, the cracks to his porcelain skin, and vintage clown attire that dawned bloodstains and grim. The bells to his sleeves that jingled every so often when he moved, and finally the hellish red painted lines drawn from his lips that gave the illusion of a permeant smile, with his front two buck teeth glistening with an abundance of stringy drool. He was the personification of your worst nightmare.
“Pplease ddon’t hurt me!” The plead you made only seemed to make him laugh. With even more tears streaming down your face, you couldn’t help but whimper into a yelp when he gradually leaned down closer to your face and licked your tears. “Pplease won’t somebody help me.” This was all too real, the way his massive gloved hand wrapped around your throat and the groves of his alien tongue lapping at your cheeks. Struggling with all that you had left in you, he chuckled darkly as his grip to you tighten neck as he then held one finger up to his lips.
“Shh, shhh, you know that’s not going to help you.” He whispered as he leaned even closer to you and climbed into the bed with you, fully hovering over you while being mindful of your legs. “Your tears taste so sweet, like candy.” He murmured playfully onto your skin as you perilously tried to push him away. “I wonder what the rest of you taste like?” Hysterically shaking your head no as he ripped open the front of your hospital gown, not enough to fully expose your chest, but enough, you started thrashing around more in protest. Immediately covering your mouth with his hand as you started to scream louder and flail beneath him with all that you had in you, he mocked you for your efforts as your action were amusing to him. “Ohh ahah oh! I love your reluctance dear one! It makes the smell of you all the more tempting.” Looming down so close to your face to the point your nose and his were mere inches away, he lowered his tone to a hunting growl before unnervingly focusing both of his smelting eyes on you. “Keep testing me child, and I will devour you, slowly, painfully, and intimately. Now be a good girl for once, and just relax.” He expressed with his teeth jutting forwards into a horrendous smile. Letting go of your mouth so he could wiped a few more tears away, he smiled crookedly as your lips quivered in unspoken fear.
“Yyou wwant to eat me! How ccan I possible relax.” You told him weakly, with you trembling even more under his gaze. Mocking your general expression again before flashing another toothy grin, you bite your tongue as he gripped your shoulders harder causing pain before suddenly snarling onto your neck. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” You begged through an unflattering sob, he cackled more to your raspy and panting breathes.
“I simply adore your kind, so might and proud, but in the face of true terror, you all crumble.” He giggled darkly. “But you, my little one…” He paused to lick his lips suggestively. “I just find you so very interesting, (y/n). You’re terrified of me, and yet there’s this hint of fearlessness that has my skin crawling, like tinny tiny insects! I want to eat you, but I also want you.” Starting from the base of your neck and tenderly moving up, he ran his snakelike tongue across your skin sending even more frantic chills down your spine. Every stroke of his fleshy organ was drawn out and lazy, heated and textured, he wanted you to know exactly how frail you are. He wanted you to know how completely hopeless it was to struggle, even though you tried. “When you first arrived at my doorstep I knew, I knew you were special. Your scent awoke me from my slumber, and as I could smell you fears, practically tasted it on the tip of my tongue, I distinctly recall smelling something else…something arousing.” Rubbing his sickly pale and cracking face along you neck, chest and face, while take deep and beastly like breaths in-between, his demeanor changed to that of a wild animal in the midst of heat. The realization of everything you have been through up until this point came crashing down upon you as he openly laughed to your epiphany. “It’s feral in nature, almost as if you felt a small amount of thrill walking into my den. At first I dismissed it as foolishness and arrogance of your kind, but as I studied you, I saw a glimpse of something inside you that triggered something within me.” Pressing his lips against your collarbone, he made you shudder as his teeth grazed over jugular vein, and lower until he stopped just as he reached your left breast, which was still covered. “And it was at that very moment, I knew I must have you.” Dragging his tongue along the sensitive skin there, he hummed when he made you quiver again. Doing it a few more times as he created tiny goosebumps, you could see that he was trying to stay focus, as he kept stopping with an agitated growl.
“Wh-what do you mean?” You tried engaging him once again. Eerily looking up to your face with his eyes beaming a lustful red, you instantly regretted saying anything again, until he moved closer to your face.
“I have been closely following you, but you knew that already right, little one? Ever snice you left my house, I have been keeping you company, and besides the naughty little teasing, like what you do when no one is around.” With his sticky hot drool pooling around your neck dripping down further onto your chest, his words bore new and darker meaning. “I have decided that you are worthy so something grand.” Worthy, you thought madly, worth of what? “You will make a nice mate, but first you must learn to obey.”
“Wwhat?” You stuttered with your heart nearly stopping again in dismay.
“You heard me, but I suppose I can give a moment to adjust, think things over as your kind puts it. Although, you my sweet little one, hardly have a real choice…” He stated in a matter of fact sort of way. Suddenly hearing chiming bells, presumably from his clothes, everything was beginning to become fuzzy and hazy. Even though his words sounded more menacing you couldn’t understand the reason why you were suddenly fading out of consciousness again. Was it his presences, was it the fact you were so terrified and traumatized by this moment that your brain could no longer withstand the strain? Why any of this happening to you, were you going insane? “When you awake again, you will come to me.” With your vision of him growing dimmer by the second, the urgency of this scenario was also leaving you. “If you try to leave, or outright defy me, I’ll kill all those close to you without mercy.” His words were but a soft whisper by this point as you drifting into the void nothingness.
“I’ll make you watch as I feast from their flesh…
…feed on their fears…
…and send their bodies a float…
…Come join me (y/n) this is my only offer to you…”
And just like that, everything including him disappeared into darkness…
“(Y/n)! (Y/n)! For god sakes! Wake the fuck up!” Damn near propelling yourself out of bed and stumbling to the floor, (yf/n) had to catch you as you then started screaming to the top of your lungs and pushed her away in a half dazed panic. Completely falling out of bed, you scrabbled to make sense of your surrounding as you slammed your back hard against something to stable yourself. “WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR DEAL?” (Yf/n) shouted as you struggled to catch your breath with sweat literally pouring down your face. It was as if someone thrown a bucket of water on you as you were sobbing wet.
“I-I…” That was all you could manage to say as your entire body was shaking like a leaf in a thunderstorm. That wasn’t real? You kept asking yourself. “Tthat wasn’t real?” This was all starting to become too much for you.
“Jesus fucking Christ, (yf/n) what the fuck is happening to you?” Inching a bit closer to you, she paused as you instinctively pushed yourself back with a distraught and daunting look on your face. “It’s ok, I’m not going to hurt you, (yf/n) please it’s me!”
“How do I know?” You muttered with tears forming and that sense of torment rushing back even harder than before. “How do I know you’re not him?!” You yelled into a frantic sob. “Hhow do I know you’re really you?” Tucking yourself into the smallest ball you could manage, you broke down into a million pieces as you began to rock back and forth. Nothing was real anymore, nothing made any sense. If what he said was true, then even this could also be an illusion, which means you couldn’t trust anything, or anybody. Just as you were considering something that went against everything you’ve ever learned, or personally felt about, (yf/n) rushed over and embraced you with everything she had.
“Ask me anything, (y/n). Ask me something that you, and only you know about me, and you’ll see.” Holding your head close to her chest as she rocked with you slightly, she began humming a song that only the two of you knew as she caressed you lovingly while rubbing and petting your head soothingly. “I’m here, (y/n) don’t worry. I’m here.”
Clinging to her like a newborn infant would, (yf/n) held onto you for as long as you needed her too, and that’s how you spent the better part of the morning. She has never seen you this shaken before, it was like your rolls had reversed because normally she would be the sobbing scared mass, as you helped her feel better. Encasing yourself within her grasp, you muttered through a few sicklier sobs as you knew deep down that if that monster was to be believed then (yf/n) would be his first target. The thought alone crushed you, and knowing that leaving was not an option either, while in your friends’ arms you made the choice to obey him.
“If you tell her, I’ll kill her…
Heha! I’ll tear the flesh from her bones…
…Come to ME!”
The deep and strangled voices in your head were becoming louder, and louder, and before long, it replaced your own. After falling silent for almost an hour, (yf/n) assumed you were feeling better, and had offered to make you something to eat to make you feel better. But in reality, you’ve became numb and lifeless, dead eyed to the wall past her as she left the room to fetch you something. You didn’t know if all of this was just another grand illusion or not, but something nagged at you as you sat there still in your musty filth, until it then dawned on you.
“Smell…” You murmured in slight shock.
Instantly sniffing everything around you including yourself, to test your theory, you didn’t know whether to either laugh or cry again as you realized that in all of your nightmares you couldn’t recall a sense of smell. All of your other senses like, sight, touch and hearing were being manipulated, but you couldn’t remember smelling anything or god forbid taste anything. You didn’t know whether or not if this realization was something that could help you other than distinguish dreams from reality, but it was a start. When you finally arose to your feet, you went into the bathroom and looked yourself over. Your hair was beyond a mess with tangles and knots matted to your damp cheeks while the other strains reached to the gods. Your tank top was nearly transparent as you never knew you could sweat that much and not die, or at the very least be dehydrated. You looked like you felt, a distraught mental case, with a bad hair day.
“You should wash up (y/n), I’ll have lunch ready in like 30 minutes!” You heard (yf/n) yell out as you examined your face more.
There wasn’t any doubt you were going to shower after fully seeing yourself, however that persistent paranoid feeling of eyes everywhere was with you again, and that caused you to hesitate. If he has been truly watching you, then that means he has seen you naked, seen you do things to yourself that no other person has. You wanted to vomit. You wanted to scream, and cry as you recalled everything you have done up to this very point before you knew, everything that you have done after leaving that damn house. It was just your mind playing tricks, you told yourself before the nightmares became an everyday occurrence. It was all just in your head. No one was actually watching you pleasuring yourself, letting go of all the stress, easing the pain from your loneliness. He said it himself, he has been observing, studying you, as he puts it from some time, but to what extent? And even know with that blood chilling fact known to you now, the feeling of his presences only intensified.
“Come to me (y/n)…” It was but a whisper, but it nevertheless made the tiny hairs everywhere stand straight up in attentions. “Don’t keep me waiting…” Swallowing the knot in your throat, you gripped the edge of the sink and attempted to catch your breath as his hunting cheery tune rung out. Suddenly hearing something like friction to glass, you snapped up in horror as a message started to appear on the now fogged up vanity mirror.
~If I have to get you, she will die…~
You weren’t about to test his words, but the fear from this moment kept you motionless. This was happening, and if you didn’t go to him and soon, your beloved friend was going to be killed, brutally. Frantically turning on the shower and nearly tearing what little clothes you had on off, you washed yourself and your hair as fast as you could, as his even raspy laughter echoed out. You tore through the bathroom like a bat out of hell as your friends life depended on it. And you knew he was enjoying this, you felt as if he was getting off on watching you helplessly scurry around, but you couldn’t know for sure. Once you were done, you exited the bathroom with nothing but a towel and flip flops and hurried back into your room to find something to throw on. Settling on a faded pair of jeans and a black tank top, you swiftly put on your bra and some underwear and got dressed before stumbling out in a hurry to get to your car.
“(Y/n), where the hell are you going? I just finished up lunch?” (Yf/n) questioned with concern as she had to physically stop you as you were rushing towards the door. “Jesus girl, your hair isn’t even fucking dry! In just where in the hell is the fire?” You didn’t have time to explain anything to her, in fact, you couldn’t. If you didn’t go to him now, he will come for you, and that would mean your friends death. That could not happen, nor will it, not as long as you drew breath.
“I have to go, I-I just um, need some fresh air.” You stuttered through an excuse. “Don’t worry, I’ll… I’ll be back, I just want to be alone for a while, (yf/n) don’t worry.” This was becoming hard, you had no idea if anything you were saying was true or not. You only have a few horrifying ideas as to what this creature wants and none of them you see yourself surviving. This was goodbye, but you were trying your hardest to seem casual to that harsh fact. “Everything will be ok, I’m fine now, promise.” You lied with your voice a little smoother.
“You better be, you have me scared, and if this is what it feels like whenever I get this freaked out then I’m so sorry.” Giving you a big warm hug, it took everything in you now to not start crying again. “I’ll see you when you get home, call me, text me, send me a fuck carrier pigeon if you have too! Just-…” She paused to give you a little kiss on the cheek before embracing you even harder. “Just come back to me, (y/n)… Come back.”
The car ride to that place on Neiblot Street was daunting and frightening. It was like one of those scenes in a horror movie where the protagonist returns to the place of origin of the monster for one final showdown. But this was no movie; you were no hero or even a side character that somehow survives the main plot. You were a sacrifice, the person whose life will save that of others. You knew the moment you step into that place again your life will be over, you only hoped that it would at the very least finish you off quickly for following its instructions to the letter. Parking your car off to the side of the road before turning off the engine, you took a few deep breaths to steady yourself as your hands were still shaking. You could feel its dark influences more strongly, it made the twist and turns of your stomach lurch to the point you couldn’t hold back any longer. Pushing open the driver door, you emptied the entirety of your stomach out onto the street as the pain of it hit you hard, and the better taste stained your lips.
Sitting back slumped into the driver seat; you placed your forearm over your burning head, as you felt as if you were boiling from the inside out. After taking another few minutes to collect yourself, you reached over to the passenger seat and grabbed the bottle of water that has been in your car for days and took a swig. After using the stale and lukewarm water to diminish the putrid aftertaste from your vomiting earlier as best you could, you then tossed the empty water bottle to the backseat after giving up, and fully exited the car to meet your fate.
As you stood at the iron gates leading to hell, you decided to say a prayer as you gradually made your way to the front door. The wind started to pick up abruptly, and the sound of thunder rumbled in the distance, when the sky darkened with heavy and humid rain beginning to fall, all you could focus on was the echoing of malevolent laughter coming from the bowels of its house. And as you stood before the front door with your heart pumping so hard in your chest as it was on the verge of bursting through your chest cavity. The aging door swung open without warning and something violently pulled you inside before slamming the entryway shut and locking you inside…