Your heart practically leaped into your throat. You had been pinned. Your back against the cold grimes bars of the sewer and yet you found yourself gripping at them to make sure this was reality and not some dream. There was so much talk. So many whispers about curses on Derry. The deaths, the missing children cases, it was all too intriguing. You had to check it out. And you did. Sure enough with a little digging on research, you figured the sewers was your best bet to find some answers. It had been hours. Your flashlight even starting to go dead. Deciding it was time to call it a night, you began to try and make your way out. Head held low in defeat.
However you couldn’t find the light. There was no exit in sight. Even worse, you began to hear things. Splashes. Like footsteps in the murky sludgy water. Someone was here with you. Your pace quickened as you tried to make sense of the tunnels. There was a way out. You could find it. There was no doubt it was getting dark, so you could only pray the moon was bright enough for you to see the opening. And it was. You saw light. A white light. Oh thank the heavens, you were gonna get out of here and get yourself a hamburger and shake. You deserved it after this mess of a day. Yet when you walked closer, you realized it wasn’t light. Not really. More of a glory mist. A replica of the moons light. You furrow your brows, confused and nervous. What was this?
“Looking for me?” You whip around and step back. You could hardly see what was speaking to you. Your hands desperately fumbling with the flashlight. Finally you aimed the beam forward. Which… didn’t work out since it abruptly died before you could get a good look. Perfect. “Who are you?” You swallow hard and try to remain calm. It was much more scary not knowing what was there. You’d probably be more comfortable if it was a giant werewolf than some unknown person.
“Well there is a million dollar question! Who am I? Who am I… hm? Why I am Pennywise the Dancing clown!” His voice was odd. It was pleasant yet the pitch changes in his sentences were dramatic and insane. “You’re… a clown?” You say softly and squint your eyes, desperate to see this “clown.” You didn’t really need to though. Suddenly there was a broad chest in front of you. Dangly red PomPoms inched from your face. You slowly look up. Your eyes resting on the face of said clown. Oh he was a clown alright, but not like one you have ever seen. He looked human and yet… didn’t. He was off. Everything was off.
You stepped back again. Your back against the bars and your hands gripping at them for comfort. Back to the beginning. “What’s wrong? Am I not… pretty enough for you?” His voice grew deep and grotesque. The change only a precursor, though. Red lips curled and there was a crack, his jaw widening and teeth beginning to protrude from places NO ONE should have teeth. “You are the one who’s been killing these people.” You whisper in shock. Maybe fear. Mostly shock. You weren’t sure. “It was all you…”
“CoRRecT…” He snarls and slammed himself forward. His hands gripping the bars at the sides of your head. His body completely blocking you from moving or running away. You stare up into his red ringed eyes. You were scared and yet this is what you had been searching for all your life. Something out of this world. Here is was, right in front of you. In the form of a monstrous clown. What a find.
Pennywise leaned down. His face now lined up perfectly in front of yours. With was drastic considering how y’all he was. “Aren’t you a curious little rat. I can smell it on you. You wanna learn more about old Pennywise?” You found yourself unconsciously nodding your head. His hands left the bars and he held them out in front of you. His jaw returning to a more “normal” state, but jagged teeth still Poked out from his lips. “Then why don’t you come with Pennywise like goooood little doll you are~ Then I’ll show you whatever you want.”
There was so much malicious intent behind those words. Yet you could tell he was curious too. He wanted to understand your curiosity. Entertain himself for a bit. Even though you may not ever be seen again, you found yourself wanting to take the offer. You wanted to see more. No matter how terrifying it was. You wanted to know.
Your hands gently rested on top of his large gloved ones. His fingers locking around you and pulling you closer. A look of pure satisfaction on his face. Like a child who got what he wanted.
“Perfect~ I will take good care of you. Yes I will…”