Just a game pt 4
When a college reunion takes an unusual turn, the reader finds herself amidst a game of truth or dare not knowing that at the declaration of dare would change her life into a spiral of trouble with the mysterious clown that lives in the sewers. Now her thoughts and dreams are haunted by him and she knows he loves to play…
…the reader wants answers after her terrifying encounter with Pennywise. With her friends seemingly forgetting about Pennywise, she decides to take matters into her own hands to get to the bottom of the mystery of Derry’s past. But with her mind focussing on the clown for the wrong reasons, the reader can only hope she can stay focused for long enough before something worse happens….
Woow, I’m like unsure how to feel rn. It’s late for me and I’m dealing with mixed emotions and feeling a little sick. I’ve had a terrible day and it got worse when I lost my story but the show must go on. But hey, I found out I have a big following all of a sudden so thank you so much! Someone asked me to tag them in the future parts so let me know if you want the same.
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By 8:30 the morning after, you were already showered (cautiously) and dressed for there was only one thing on your mind; answers. You wanted to know exactly what the hell was up with Pennywise, how long he would be active for until he returned to his long sleep and how many children would disappear until he was satisfied. You hoped to get some answers from the library so that was where you were headed.
None of your friends would be awake until 10am at the earliest, not that you wanted their help. It was confusing how they could forget about Pennywise. That fucked up clown creature that kept on terrorizing you. You’d never felt so humiliated in all your life! It was impossible to forget him, his unnaturally tall body that moved in a freakish way, his unnerving grin and shark-like teeth. And those eyes…they were so wrong on many levels. You hated to think about him because the truth was he scared you! But then your mind would drift to dangerous territory. A place where your darkest desires would try to play. Those lips shouldn’t have felt so soft and pleasing against yours. His weight pinning you down shouldn’t make you feel tingly all over but they did and you hated it. Your mind and body were betraying you and there was nothing you could do about it.
You shook your head slightly and frowned at yourself for thinking so shamefully and continued down the sidewalk, the sounds of the early birds singing in your ears. You wanted to get your research over with so you could be at peace and plan your journey home, never to return to Derry.
The library was mostly the same except for the newer content of books with the recent years and the fact that the old lady who worked there whilst you were younger had now been replaced with a young man with soft brown hair because old age had taken her. He had smiled at you when you’d entered, causing your cheeks to flush and a shy smile to dance across your lips. You made haste for the history isle and began to browse, your eyebrows furrowing together whilst you concentrated.
Ten minutes later, you pulled the book you wanted off the shelf and gasped at the weight of it. The history of Derry was a huge, brown leather bound book with yellowing pages containing everything that had happened since the creation of the town. You carried it to a nearby desk and winced when it slammed down onto the table. Your head whipped round to the young library guy sheepishly, but he simply grinned and waved you off. You relaxed and sat down in the chair at the table and thus your research began. With each turn of the pages, you begun to understand why whenever you had asked your parents about the history of Derry as a child they would avoid the question. The things that had happened were the most horrific events you’d read about in a long time, and these weren’t even the disappearances! And it was true, the major events happened every twenty-seven years, even if your friend wouldn’t be able to remember telling you. A shiver scurried down your spine like a cockroach across a cave floor and you shuddered. This was all too much at once for you but you weren’t finished yet.
Carefully, you closed the large book and carried it back to the shelf it had come from. And then your eyes flicked to the attractive library guy. Hesitantly, you strolled over to him and smiled. He was reading a book of some sort but he paused when he realised you were there. He smiled once more.
“Hello, how may I help you?” He asked.
“I am doing research about Derry, but what I wanna find out about isn’t here as far as I know, unless I’m blind.” You began, cursing at your rambles. The young man chuckled.
“Depends what it is.”
You bit your lip for a moment before you answered him.
“Well…I want to know more about the child disappearances, my friends had told me about them and I was curious to know more.” You said quietly. The smile that had graced the young man faded into something solemn and he placed his book down.
“I see…I did notice you were reading about the crazy shit happening here over time so I guess that I could take you to the archives.” He murmured. You smiled sadly.
“It’s okay if you can’t allow me to see them, I just wanted to find something but-”
“-I’ll take you down any way. This library is technically mine anyway after my grandmother passed so I can allow whatever I see fit.” He cut you off. You nodded and he sighed gently. He stood up from the wooden chair he had been sat on and glanced at you.
“Come on.” He said shortly. You quietly thanked him but he didn’t really respond. He was then walking through a set of doors opposite the entrance and turning right to come to a staircase. You followed him as he began his descent down to the basement, the only sound to be heard being both of your footsteps. The two of you finally reached the bottom floor and came face to face with a set of locked doors with a chain holding the two handles together. The library guy pulled out a decent amount of keys that rattled as he sorted through them to find the one key he wanted. When he found it, He stepped over to the door and was quick to remove the chain and use another key to unlock the double doors. Beyond the now open doors were rows and rows of what were Derry’s archives. The scent of mouldy paper invaded your nostrils strongly and you gagged slightly. The male turned to you.
“This way, I’ll take you to where you should start.” He said.
You followed him down the dimly lit isle until he reached the end. As you passed the shelves you were able to read some of the labels. Each had a letter of the alphabet and a year. You dreaded to think what they were being labelled for. The library guy turned left and continued onwards until you were in the far left corner of the room. He turned to you with a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.
“Here. This shelf is where you should start. Each one is labelled with the alphabet for the surname initial and the year they went missing. I’m gonna have to leave you but I’ll give you the key to lock up when you’re done.”
The keys were heavy and cold in your hands as you stuffed them into your pocket.
“Thank you. I won’t be long down here.” You assured him. He nodded and silently headed back to the staircase. You watched him leave until he was completely out of sight and you couldn’t hear his footsteps anymore before you turned back to the shelving. With a sigh, you grabbed the first box and peered inside to begin the research.
Being surrounded by missing children papers and boxes with many more missing children papers was the most emotionally draining thing you’d ever experienced. You’d lost track of time seeing as you had no phone anymore but you were sure you’d been more than an hour down there so it was about time you packed everything away and to be left with your thoughts. There was no real pattern with the amount of missing children except that a lot would disappear over the year or two that the clown was active. You sighed and stretched your arms out in front of you to try ease the ache in your back from sitting on the floor hunched over for long periods of time. Your back popped a little, a little bit of tension being eased and you groaned. It took a short while to replace all the records back into their designated boxes and then carry each one back to the correct shelves. Your body was aching again when you’d completed the task and you wanted nothing more than to relax on the motel bed.
Your body tensed. You slowly turned to the far wall of the room to see if a box had fallen off one of the shelves but nothing was out of place. Slowly, you turned the opposite direction and a small scream escaped your open mouth and your hand flew to your chest.
“You scared me!” You cried.
It was the library guy. He grinned a little wider than he had before.
“Sorry, you had been a while so I came to see if you were alright.”
You chuckled breathlessly and ran your hands through your hair.
“I’m sorry, I lost my phone the other day so I wasn’t able to keep track of time. Luckily, I’m finished up now.”
His head tilted slightly to the left and his grin seemed to widen.
“Oh, you mean this phone?” He asked sweetly and your body froze. Your eyes drifted down to his outstretched hand and you almost choked. In his hand was none other than your phone. You knew it was yours because it had the exact same shaped crack on the screen. You stepped away.
“No…” you whispered. That was impossible. Your eyes checked his and you gasped. They were amber tinged with red. “No!” You stumbled backwards. He no longer had the appearance of the library guy anymore, no, he was transforming before your eyes. His height growing and features changing. The soft brown hair was now long and fiery orange, his skin now the crackly white paint with the red slashes across the eyes meeting up with the corner of his now red painted lips. His nose was red and much different to the library guys and his clothing was now the grey, old fashioned suit. He giggled.
“Hello again (y/n).”
You squeaked and stepped away from him, conscious that you were reaching the end of the isle. He followed by lunging forward, closing the gap between you both. You could have cried when your back met the shelves behind you for now you were trapped. Even if you’d had a plan to somehow get away it was hopeless now when you felt his hand grasp your throat, the other pinning your wrists above your head and his knee press against your groin to keep you where you stood. You whimpered.
“Why are you doing this?” You managed to ask. He chuckled and his lips brushed against your neck.
“You’re so fun to play with, those kisses were almost as pleasurable as your scent when it’s got fear mixed in too.” To emphasize, he inhaled deeply and a gravelly sound vibrated in his throat. Your chest was heaving again as you breathed shallowly.
“J-just eat me!” You cried and he laughed again, a gruff sound that contradicted his usual high pitched squeak.
“I would have done but I crave more before I do that…so much more.” His lips trailed to your ear. “Kiss me again, I can sense you want it too.” He whispered. You shivered. He was right. But even so, you shook your head.
“Kiss me…” He whispered with firmness. His knee pressed further into your groin causing a friction that tingled through your nervous system. Fear and adrenaline had sent your body into overdrive so every touch was like overstimulation. Your eyelids fluttered as you felt his soft lips brush against yours.
He smirked briefly and then he kissed you properly, his lips perfectly fitting to yours. Inside your head you were screaming at yourself to stop this, to try pushing him away, but the instinctive part of you overruled and had you kiss back, your body heating up and the tingle to spread to your lower abdomen. Automatically, your hips began to grind against his knee, the action creating a delicious friction that you never wanted to end. But Pennywise wasn’t about giving you what you wanted. He pulled away from the kiss and the knee was gone. You whined pathetically and he giggled.
“Awww, you didn’t get what you wanted. What a shame.” He mocked. Your mind had taken back control and your cheeks flushed with shame for losing self control around him.
“Fuck you.” You whimpered. The hand around your throat was gone and instead he used it to stroke your jaw.
“Shhhh…” He hushed. Your eyes fluttered shut briefly but flung open when you realised your wrists were no longer held in place. He was gone, the only thing to assure you that he had really been there was your swollen lips and your phone in your hands. Gripping onto your scalp, you slowly slid down the shelving until your butt met the ground. You were so exhausted and ashamed with yourself. You’d let your guard down and now you knew he had you where he wanted you to be. You were fucked.
Wow okay I don’t know if this is any good. I only really like the end but then again it still seems off. I hope people like this, there’s definitely smut coming lmao. Thanks for reading and sorry it took so long to get this done.
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