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Man in the Box - The Kid X Reader

Rating: Explicit for later chapters Summary: You’re a doctor working in Shawshank Prison when a mysterious man is found in an abandoned section of the building. It’s your job to tend to him and to help find out the truth behind who he is and what his past reveals, which may entail more than you bargained for. AO3 Link CHAPTER 1

“He’ll be here in a few minutes. Are you ready?”

You nod earnestly to your nurse aid as he exits, leaving you to prep for your new patient. Not much was known about him – just that he had been accidentally discovered in an abandoned section of the building, locked away in a cage like some kind of animal. From what you had heard he was in extremely poor condition and you were preparing yourself for the worst. You could only imagine what being isolated for god knows how long could do to a person, let alone in a place like this.

So many questions raced through your mind as you gathered your things for your initial inspection. How could this have happened? Who was this man and how did he end up down there? Was he originally a prisoner who had gotten lost and had accidentally locked himself in a cage? No, not possible. You had overheard the guards talking about his imprisonment and it was clear that someone had put him there for their own sick form of entertainment.

The sound of the door opening interrupted your thoughts as the aid spoke again. “He’s here, Doctor. Are you ready to begin?”

“Yes,” you replied over your shoulder, reaching for your rubber gloves above the sink. “Thank you, Andrew. Bring him in, please.”

Several pairs of footsteps could be heard entering the room along with the rattling of metal, which you had recognized as the clinking of handcuffs. You turned around, preparing yourself for what you were about to see, but even still, your breath hitched slightly at the sight.

Towering over the guards and your aid was a very malnourished, pale, and solemn-looking man with an overwhelming deeply seeded sadness in his sunken green eyes. His full lips were dry and chapped from what you could see through the dirty, unkempt facial hair that adorned his face. His shoulders hunched as if he were trying to make himself smaller and less noticeable - as if that were possible.

Breaking the tense silence that fell between you, you spoke softly, “Hi there. I’m Dr. Y/N. I’ll be taking care of you today.” His eyes refused to meet your own as they seemed fixated on one particular spot on the floor. “Please, have a seat,” you instruct, pointing to the examination table.

He doesn’t move at first, as if he’s unsure as to whether or not he should follow directions. A moment later, one of the guards behind him shoved him harshly from behind, grunting impatiently, “Move your ass.”

“There’s no need for that,” you insisted calmly. “Just give him a moment.” It was then that his eyes met yours only briefly as they flickered to you before settling on the examination table. It took only a couple of steps due to his long legs for him to reach it before he sat down as previously instructed.

“Thank you,” you stated as you pulled your tools closer to the table to begin. Before you started, you halted for a moment, still inspecting him until you asked, “What’s your name?”

“He won’t give us a name,” one of the guards answered for him. “The Kid won’t say anything at all.”

“Is that true?” you asked him delicately, not sure what to expect. Still, he avoided your gaze as his eyes darted back and forth around the patterns on the floor tile.

“Some of us have been calling him Nick,” the other guard implied.

You turned around to look at him questioningly, only then recognizing him as Dennis Zalewski, one of the kinder guards at Shawshank. “Nick?” you asked, eyebrow arched in confusion.

“Yeah, uhh, because, you know. Nick Cage?” he hinted, clearly hoping that you would understand the reference.

Fighting the urge to roll your eyes you turned back towards The Kid. “Is that okay with you for now? May I call you Nick?”

His shoulders lifted subtly as he indicated his indifference to your request. “Okay, Nick. I’m going to take a look at you now if that’s okay. Nothing too serious, I just want to give you an initial once-over and check some of your vitals and see what we’re working with and how we can get you feeling better, okay?” It seemed absurd that you were speaking to this grown man like a child, but you weren’t sure how else to address a situation like this. For now, this felt like the best way to handle it.

He nodded, allowing you to start your examination, though you didn’t get very far before getting frustrated with the dirt and grime covering his skin. “Why hasn’t he been cleaned?” you huffed, glaring at the guards.

“The Warden wanted you to check him out first in case there was anything you needed. You know… DNA stuff or whatever,” Zalweski replied.

You sighed, understanding that the Warden probably figured that The Kid was raped in the cage or something and had traces of DNA that they needed to collect, but you could already tell considering how long that he had been down there without any human contact that if that were the case, it would be untraceable by now.

“No, there’s no need. Before I inspect him any further, please get him a proper shower and a shave, okay? Nick, is that okay with you?” you asked, waiting for a sign of approval.

Once again, he shrugged his shoulders, which you took as an agreement. “You can bring him back as soon as you’re finished,” you instructed the guards as they pulled him from the table.

Without protest, The Kid, or Nick as you were calling him for the moment, allowed the guards to lead him out of the room, ducking his head under the doorframe as he was too tall for the structure.

“Not much of a talker, huh?” Andrew stated shortly after they left.

“Would you be?” you replied, removing your gloves and washing your hands. “I can only imagine what must be going through his mind right now.”

“What do you think happened to him?” he asked, sterilizing the examination table after Nick had left dirt marks with his hands.

“It’s way too soon to tell,” you answered, “but if I had to speculate, he’s been down there a very long time, without any proper human interaction or nourishment. I’m surprised he’s still alive, honestly. I mean, someone must have kept him fed all this time.”

“Do you think they’re going to keep him here? Or do you think they’ll let him go?” he continued to press.

“Andrew, I don’t have any more information than you do at this point,” you sighed, turning towards him and leaning back on the counter, crossing your arms in slight annoyance at his interrogating. “Our job is to keep him alive and determine his sanity – nothing more.”

He pressed his lips together and nodded, reading your thinning patience. “Well, all I’m saying is that if someone went through the trouble of keeping him locked away like that, maybe there was a good reason for it. I mean, we’re already in a prison, you know? We already have the worst of the worst here, but for someone to keep him locked away from the world like that? I don’t know, it just makes me wonder is all.”

Technically he wasn’t saying anything that you weren’t already thinking. Hell, that’s probably what everyone was thinking, but you couldn’t let that cloud your judgment. He still needed treatment, regardless of who he was or what he was capable of. “Just let me know when they bring him back, okay? I’m going to start his file for the Warden.”

Shutting yourself in your office, you sat down at your desk and started taking notes on his current condition and what your initial treatment recommendations would be. It wasn’t long before Andrew was knocking on your door, letting you know that the guards had returned with Nick.

When you returned to the examination room he was already sitting on the table waiting for you to start. “How do you feel?” You asked him, knowing that you probably wouldn’t get a response. You were met with silence as you put on a new set of gloves and stood in front of him. “I can actually see you now,” you teased, smiling at him, hoping to ease the tension a bit.

Though he didn’t smile in return, he awarded you with the first solid eye contact he had given you since he had arrived. “Shall we begin?” you asked, to which he nodded in return.

You inspected his eyes first and noted that there was a hint of jaundice, which was probably due to lack of sunlight. He allowed you to use some eye drop medication in order to help clear it quicker, but as you were administering the drops, you noticed his stomach rumbling.

Stepping back, he looked away from you, seemingly embarrassed. “Are you hungry?” You asked him, again, not knowing if he would answer. He shrugged his shoulders at you, avoiding your gaze.

“Andrew, can you please go into the fridge and pull out the baggie on the top shelf for me?” He did as instructed and handed you the baggie, to which you held out for Nick. He looked at the bag questioningly, not taking it. “It’s a sandwich,” you stated. “It’s not gourmet by any means, but until they’re serving dinner, this should hold you over.”

His eyes flickered to yours, searching for a moment before resting on the sandwich once more, finally reaching out and delicately taking it from you. You all watched in awe as he pulled the sandwich from the bag, pulled apart the bread and removed the meat and cheese from the inside before placing it back in the bag and tearing off pieces of bread before tenderly placing a piece in his mouth, chewing slowly.

You turned toward the guards who appeared just as confused as you were, but it really wasn’t your place to question what kind of food he preferred. You were about to resume your examination when you just barely heard a soft, “Thank you.”

You paused, only then noticing that he was staring directly at you again. “What?” you blurted out, not able to stop yourself, turning to Andrew to see his eyes wide with disbelief.

“Thank you,” he repeated once more before eating another piece of bread and looking away.

Finding it best not to dwell, or make him feel even more awkward for finally having spoken, you cleared your throat, which had become dry at that moment and replied, “You’re very welcome.”

The rest of the examination continued in silence though your mind was running wild with the possibilities behind this mysterious man. Clearly, he had been through a lot and you had a long way to go to earn enough of his trust to get to the bottom of it, but you were ready for whatever was to come… or so you thought.

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What Lies Beneath - Pennywise X Reader

Rating: Explicit Summary: After years away from Derry, you’re dragged back to help search for your missing cousin. After you get yourself into some trouble, the absolute last thing you expected was to be rescued by a creepy clown with a blood kink who has the ability to turn into one of the most gorgeous men you’ve ever seen. Chapter Index: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4

CHAPTER 5

Ugh. Mornings. If you had it your way you would lay in bed and sleep until noon every day. Unfortunately, time wasn’t in your favor and you had to force yourself to face the day yet again. The sheets felt like soft, heavenly clouds, shrouding your body in warmth and comfort. Knowing what awaited you from underneath the covers didn’t appeal to you at all. Grudgingly, you ripped the blankets off of you with a groan as you swung your legs lazily over the side of the bed. You hoisted yourself up and started to undress as you headed for the shower. Upon passing the familiar mirror, you couldn’t help but stop and inspect all of the new marks that littered your neck. Some were light, brown spots while others were dark and purple. The bite marks were worst of all, scabbed over with red and sore to the touch. Your head fell into your hands as you huffed with confusion, your feelings about what happened yesterday scattered into a million different directions. Did you seriously just let a supernatural clown finger you? Worse - did you actually enjoy it?! What the hell was wrong with you?! Telling yourself that it was just the hypnotic song might have been easier on your conscience, but you knew that wasn’t the case. It just relaxed you enough to allow it to happen. If you were being honest with yourself, you had felt a strange connection to that creature from the moment you laid eyes on him. Of course, admitting this to yourself didn’t make you feel any better. Shaking off your regret and shame, you showered quickly and got ready for the day. You had promised to take over Sara’s part-time job as a waitress to help your Aunt out a couple of times a week. Sara wanted to make a career out of journalism, but considering how uneventful life was around here - well, apart from the people being snatched up by a demonic clown - she didn’t get much work, so she relied on a separate income. You were running a bit late due to your refusal to leave your bed for nearly 20 extra minutes, so you hastily jumped into the car and took off down the road. A song you had always enjoyed came on the radio, so you reached over to turn up the volume so that you could sing to it while drowning out your own voice. For once you were free from the nagging thoughts that haunted you for the past couple days. Driving in your car, windows down, happily singing to the radio with the wind in your hair was blissful, and you wished that this was what you felt like all the time without the looming stress of death constantly hanging over you and your family. You noticed that your rearview mirror was crooked, so you carefully reached up to straighten it. As soon as the mirror shifted, a large, colorful figure distracted you, causing you to do a double take. As soon as the creature flashed his wide, toothy smile, waving at you innocently with his gloved hands, you screamed and skidded across the road before coming to a halt on the shoulder. You ripped the car door open and jumped out, still screaming, not in fright, but in anger from the shock of it all. “Pennywise, what the fuck!” His giggles carried loudly out of the car window and into the street where you stood with your hand on your hip, eyes blazing with irritation as he stared back at you with a mix of childlike innocence and malicious intent. “Get. Out. Of. The. Car.” you demanded impatiently. He remained seated, his excited smile curling into a sadistic smirk, knowing how easily he could get under your skin. “My, my. Why the frown? Come here, Y/N. I’ll make everything better again.” A brief moment of panic shot through you. Is this how he lured his victims? As creepy as his invitation was, it was also oddly enticing, and you felt something inside of you actually wanting to crawl into the back seat with him and just let him have his way with you. Instead, you sneered at him, crossing your arms defiantly. “Uh-uh. Not happening. I mean it, Pennywise, I don’t have time for your shit right now. Get out.” “Are you afraid?” his smile faltered for a moment as he tilted his head curiously. You didn’t know if he was genuinely asking the question or if he was mocking you once more. “No, I’m fed up. And tired. And- fuck, Penn, do I really have to punch you again?” His eyes widened at your threat, the smile returning to his face once more. “Violence will get you nowhere, little human. I’ve simply come to ask if you have made your decision. Have you given my offer some thought?” he asked, not taking your threat seriously at all, which perturbed you further. You huffed in annoyance, walking closer to the car, tempted to just get in and drive him off of a cliff. “No, I haven’t. Now’s not the time to hunt me down and force me to decide either. I have somewhere that I need to be.” The cocky son of a bitch then took it upon himself to lay back, put his feet up on the back of the front seat, and sigh with contentment, giggling slightly. “I’m not stopping you. I’m merely along for the ride.” “Is that so?” you asked facetiously, your temper boiling over to the point where you knew you shouldn’t go. “Okay then, buckle up.” You got back into the car and slammed your foot on the gas, peeling out from the side of the road, fishtailing slightly as you took off down the road. Pennywise sat up with a slightly surprised expression but remained neutral as he leaned forward to address you. “Now, now, little human. You cannot scare me with your impulsive actions. It’s your fear that I crave.” “Bullshit,” you stated bluntly as you watched the speedometer raise slowly. You purposely started to swerve once more, grateful that you were on a back road that hardly ever had any other drivers on it. Pennywise gripped the back of the seat as his smirk started to falter. “Your game isn’t any fun, Y/N. Stop this now.” “What’s the matter?” you asked mockingly. “You don’t like it when you’re not in control, Penn?” To prove your point, you harshly tugged on the wheel, causing the both of you to jolt to the side as the car skidded and veered off center, momentarily frightening you as you thought that you almost lost control, but quickly managed to straighten your movements. “Stop,” he demanded harshly, his eyes swirling yellow as they seemed to do whenever he was feeling a strong emotion. “You can leave anytime you want,” you informed him airily. “You can just evaporate out of this car, right? I’m not stopping until you get out.” A familiar voice was now shouting at you, causing your heart to skip a beat. “Y/N! Stop, please!” Your breath hitched in your throat as the owner of the voice washed over you. Glancing in the rearview mirror, you saw that Pennywise was gone, and in his place was Sara, looking panicked and frightened. “Sara?” you gasped in disbelief, too distracted to bother altering your speed. “Holy shit… how?!” Ignoring your question, she continued to shout at you from the back seat. “Stop the car! You’re going to get us both killed!” “How are you here?!” you shouted back, your mind reeling over how this could even be possible. That’s when it occurred to you. She wasn’t there at all. It was just another deceitful trick; a tactic that Pennywise was using to get you to do what he wanted. Seething, you looked back at her, meeting her fearful eyes with your own blazing ones, staring daggers at her. “You bastard. You’ve got to be kidding me.” The fact that he was attempting to catch you off guard by taking the form of one of the people that you loved most in this world, infuriated you. Your cousin, whom he had captured and tortured, was being used as a distraction to manipulate you, causing you to hit your breaking point. You had half a mind to pull over and crawl into the backseat to rip his eyes from his skull. You had never been so angry in all of your life. Rage was radiating from your skin as you lost track of what you were doing. Your attention was so focused on him in the backseat that you barely registered the oncoming car in front of you before it was too late. Jerking the wheel instinctively, you drove off of the road and down through a barricade before you were suddenly in the air, falling fast until you hit water. The car was filling up with water rapidly as you tried to open the door but the pressure was too much. You attempted to unbuckle your seat, but your hands were shaking so much to the point where you couldn’t even unlatch it. Water was pouring through the windows now, making the car sink even faster. You held your breath as you remained trapped in your seat as the water consumed you. You hardly noticed an odd sensation surrounding you, lifting you up with ease before your entire world faded away in a diluted haze.

Everything hurt. It was even painful to breathe. Your throat felt like sandpaper every time your lungs struggled to inhale some air, but at least you were alive… weren’t you?

Your eyelids felt like bricks as you attempted to lift them. They wouldn’t open at first, the weight of them too much for you, but after concentrating for a moment, you managed to pry them open, allowing them to focus and adjust to your surroundings.

It was bright - much too bright for your liking. You squinted into the light, choking back a distressed breath as you tried to get accustomed to the discomfort. “Oh, thank god,” you heard a woman sob next to you. Turning your head towards the sound, you were now able to make out the form of your Aunt Alyssa, staring at you with a relieved expression, her eyes red and watery. A muffled noise escaped you as you tried to address her, but you couldn’t quite form the words. You cleared your throat, earning a spike of pain shooting down your esophagus, causing you to give up attempting to speak. “Y/N, do you know where you are?” another voice asked, unfamiliar to you. It was then that you noticed another person on the other side of your bed, dressed in scrubs and a white doctor coat. You shook your head in response to his question. It was obvious that you were in a hospital, but you didn’t know where or understand why you were there. “You’re at St. Joseph’s Hospital. You’ve been in an accident, but you’re recovering very well. You made it out with only a few cuts and scrapes, but you’re going to be just fine. We want you to rest for a bit longer, but depending on your recovery in the next couple of hours, you might even be able to go home today.” The memory was coming back to you in flashes. You had remembered driving to work, Pennywise showing up in your car, fighting with him, and speeding down the highway, stupidly, in order to make him leave. After that, everything was a blur. You nodded to the doctor and mumbled a quiet, “Thank you,” before he walked out. Aunt Alyssa’s hands reached for yours as she held them tightly. “I called your mother. She was going to fly out here, but I told her that you were fine. She wants you to call her when you’re feeling better, okay?” “Okay,” you uttered, still trying to comprehend how you ended up there. “What happened to me?” She turned her head away from you, nodding towards something on the other side of the room. You followed her gaze and felt a jolt of shock as you then noticed Pennywise, skulking in the dark corner of the room, his slender, human form leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, staring intently at you. “Penn, do you want to tell her?” He didn’t look amused. In fact, he looked somewhat angry, which surprised you. This was uncharacteristic compared to his usual childish and playful demeanor. When he didn’t respond, your Aunt turned to you once more and replied, “He saved you.” Your eyes widened, not sure how that could be possible. She patted your hands comfortingly before she stood up slowly, wiping her eyes with a slightly relieved smile. “I think I’ll let you two have a minute. Penn’s been waiting for you even longer than I have. He hasn’t left your side.” She chuckled slightly before continuing. “He would barely even let the doctors near you. It would have been cute had I not been in a panic,” she joked. You swallowed hard, not really wanting to be left alone with him, but you were too curious about his actions to ask your Aunt to stay, knowing that he wouldn’t explain truthfully if she were still in the room. “I’ll be back,” she promised before walking out, shutting the door softly behind her. You locked eyes with him, his blue eyes barely concealing their usual glowing yellow color. His lip quivered as he stared down at you, clearly still upset. “What happened?” you asked bluntly, waiting for him to explain. “You almost died,” he answered sharply in return. You scoffed, regaining some of your foolish scornfulness. “Yeah, I got that. How?” He stood up straight, edging closer to you, his height as intimidating as ever before he sat down in the chair next to your bed, his harsh expression somewhat softening. “You were driving too quickly, you ignorant human. You didn’t see the other car until it was too late, so you swerved off of the road and into the river.” His straightforward way of speaking was vastly different compared to the mocking tone and riddles that he usually spoke in. You then realized that the riddles were probably part of the act in order to confuse his victims and that he may not be that way unless he was preying upon a potential meal. For some reason, this unnerved you even further. It was starting to come back to you as you let his words sink in. The car filled up with water so quickly and you weren’t able to get your seatbelt undone. You started to drown and blacked out from lack of oxygen. That’s when you remembered why it was that you were so distracted. You lifted your arm to hit him, but he was too quick and caught your arm mid-swing, sighing with impatience as he spoke with an almost bored tone, “There’s no need for that.” “You asshole!” you huffed, wanting to cause him harm. “How dare you? It’s not enough that you took her from me, but you have to be a walking reminder that she’s slowly dying, locked away, all alone while you use her as leverage to try and manipulate me? Fuck you!” He lowered your arm to your side before replying softly, “I changed forms to convince you to drive with care. You were endangering yourself and I attempted to reason with you in the form of someone you trusted. I had no malicious intent.” “Bullshit,” you accused, seething at his audacity. He rolled his eyes, throwing you off guard with his human-like response. “If I had any ill will in that moment, why would I bother to pull you from the water?”

You anger started to dissipate as you made the connection. You remembered being released from the seat belt and lifted up towards the surface, but you couldn’t comprehend how you made it out. “You really saved me?” you asked, barely above a whisper.

His eyes were pouring into yours, silently answering your question with the intensity of his gaze. “Thank you,” you breathed, still reeling with shock. “That’s twice you’ve saved me now...” You flinched subtly as he lifted his hand to reach around the back of your head, pulling you closer so that he could place his lips on your forehead, lingering there for a moment before pulling away. You stared at one another, no words needed to be exchanged between the two of you. Your head was screaming at you. Granted, he may have rescued you from the water and got you to a hospital somehow, but he was the reason you crashed in the first place! …Right? If he had just left you and your family alone, you wouldn’t have been in danger. Or, maybe this would have happened anyway and if he hadn’t been present, you would have died. None of this made sense. Never in your life had you felt so torn between decisions. Were you actually starting to get feelings for this… thing? He wasn’t human, despite his attractive and deceiving appearance. He wasn’t even a clown. You had no idea what he was, other than a murderer of innocent people. That fact alone should have been enough to repel you, but it wasn’t, and you hated yourself for it. So lost in your own thoughts, you hardly noticed that you had been absentmindedly getting closer to him, his face nearing yours slowly and hesitantly. His previous advances had been much more confident and almost cocky in a way… why was this suddenly so different? It was as if you were no longer a prize to be won, but instead, something that he genuinely longed for. Or maybe you were reading too much into it. Either way, you continued to lean in, the appeal of his lush lips too much for you to turn down. Before your lips could make contact, the door swung open, making you jump back. A low, guttural growl suddenly emitted from Penn’s throat, and his eyes blazed with hunger as he looked past you. You turned your head to see Richie, carrying a bag of greasy food. “Uhh… hi,” he muttered, standing awkwardly in the doorway, eyes darting between you and Pennywise. “H-hey, Richie,” you stuttered, wondering if he knew who was sitting next to you. Again, his eyes flickered from you to Penn, his expression suspicious, but he seemed to have shrugged it off as he walked to the side of your bed, setting the bag of food on the table next to you. “I brought you a burger,” he stated bluntly. “Oh my god, that smells amazing,” you grinned, inhaling the heavenly scent. “Thank you so much.” You turned around to see Pennywise, trembling slightly, his upper lip curling with disdain as he tried to keep himself from revealing his vicious intent against Richie while in such a public place, but he was clearly struggling. “Umm, why don’t you wait outside?” you asked him softly, patting his arm reassuringly. He growled again, softly enough for only you to hear before he stood up and swiftly exited the room, throwing a menacing glance at Richie before he walked out. “What's his problem?” Richie asked, clearly taken aback by the stranger’s demeanor. “Who is he?” You shook your head, reaching for the burger and unwrapping it hurriedly. “He’s just a friend, don’t worry about it. He’s having a bad day.” He seemed to have accepted your answer as he sat next to you. You appreciated the fact that he didn’t judge you for tearing into the burger like you hadn’t eaten in days, moaning whorishly as the flavor washed over your taste buds. He waited patiently as you scarfed down your burger before you spoke again. “Listen, Richie… about the other night-” “We haven’t gone after him,” he assured you, rolling his eyes. “No, that’s not it… I mean, I’m glad, but I’m talking about my… relationship with Pennywise - if you can even call it that.” For once in his life, he remained silent, waiting for you to continue. “I know that he has Sara, and I know what he’s capable of. I just wanted to promise you that I’m going to get Sara back, and I’m also going to find a way to stop the killings.” “How?” he asked, pushing his glasses further up his nose, disbelief apparent on his face. You couldn’t bring yourself to tell him about the trade, so you were as vague as possible. “I’m not sure yet… but I promise that I’ll figure it out. Okay?” He shrugged his shoulders, obviously not okay with not being in on the plan, but the two of you had known each other well enough to know that there was no point in pushing any further. “Well, I just wanted to stop by to tell you that I’m glad you’re not dead,” he commented candidly, standing up to leave. You laughed hoarsely, which made your lungs hurt, but it was worth the pain. “Thanks, Richie. Me too.” “Yeah, well… I’ll see you later,” he stated, waving his hand at you before walking out. “Please try to stay out of trouble!” you shouted after him. “Yeah, yeah,” you heard him mumble distantly, causing you to grin. It wasn’t long before Pennywise returned, his lip curled into a sneer. “Is it really that difficult for you to be around kids without killing them?” you asked sarcastically, even though you seriously wondered if it were true. He sat beside you once more, looking drained from the day’s events. “I don’t like when they’re not afraid. I can’t smell their fear,” he replied, not meeting your gaze. “How does all of that work, exactly? Do you only eat people when they’re afraid? And what’s your true form? It can’t be the clown… can it?” His usual smirk returned to his face, amused by your cluelessness. “Oh, I could show you, but you would surely die of fright, and then this all would have been for nothing,” he answered, lifting his hands to motion around the room, indicating the act of saving you. You glared at him, fighting the urge to cross your arms in a childlike pout. “I’m not that fragile, Penn. I want to know.” He reached up to brush your hair out of your face slowly, making sure to brush his chilled fingers over your warm cheeks. “Maybe, in time.” Sighing heavily, you gave up, knowing that there really wasn’t anything that you could say to convince him. Instead, you leaned back, relaxing into the pillows as his eyes raked over your weak form. You wondered what it was that he was thinking until your eyelids began to feel heavy once more.

You attempted to keep them open, causing a wry grin to spread across his face. “You should rest,” he insisted, running the pads of his fingers along your arm, causing a comfortable chill to run down your spine. “No, s’okay,” you mumbled tiredly, knowing that you were losing the battle to the threat of exhaustion. “I’ll be here when you wake,” he promised. You could hear the smile in his voice as you allowed your fatigue to claim you, falling into a dreamless sleep.

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What Lies Beneath - Pennywise X Reader

CHAPTER 4

You should have been terrified, but you weren’t. Even as he approached you with his rows of sharp, jagged teeth, you remained calm and soothed by the melody that passed over his lips moments ago. Slowly, his skin turned to an ashy pale color while his lips curved into a painted blood red. His brown locks of hair turned several shades lighter into an unkempt auburn and his black suit shredded to pieces as his silky renaissance clown outfit emerged from underneath. He rolled his head back and forth casually, eliciting a few pops from his bones as if turning back into the clown gave him some form of relief. His gloved fingers flexed as he stared at you, a cold and calculated look in his frightening yellow eyes. Stepping forward, he started to drool with desire as he drew nearer to you, as if he hadn’t eaten in days and viewed you as a tasty snack. You could sense your subconsciousness fighting, desperate for you to wake up and fight back. However, instead of struggling against his mysterious hypnotic hold, you allowed your head to loll back against the cool brick building, exposing your throat to menacing clown. Moments later, you felt his wet, pointed tongue, licking a broad stripe along your neck. The roughness of his abnormal tongue felt similar to that of a cat, not at all like a human tongue, which should have unnerved you, but instead, it fascinated you. Releasing a breathy moan, you shivered as you felt his hands grip your hips harshly, allowing himself to grind up against you, pinning you even harder against the building. Absentmindedly, your hands found themselves gripping the back of his neck, pulling him in closer to you as your head screamed in defiance. As you attempted to bring his face closer, he resisted slightly, causing you to look up at him questioningly. His eyes were filled with want and curiosity as he refused to plant his lips on you, which you then realized was probably due to the fact that his teeth were still sticking out past his lips dangerously. If he were to kiss you, you surely would have been impaled by them - but you didn’t care. And to be honest, you were surprised that he seemed to hesitate regarding your safety.

Taking his concerns into consideration, you nodded your head at him, silently giving him permission to use you however he wanted.

Again, you guided his face closer to you as he dipped down to nuzzle against your neck. You could feel him inhaling deeply as some of his drool fell onto your collarbone. He made his way down until he stopped right above your breasts, slowly sinking his teeth into your sensitive skin, eliciting an aroused hiss from you. As quickly as he bit into you, he just as suddenly pulled back, soothing the bite with his rough tongue, licking up the blood that was falling from the wound. You noticed that his teeth retracted as he continued to suck greedily at the mark that he made. “Penn…” you moaned, not even sure what you wanted from him. He looked up at you, his red lips curling into a knowing smile, which you barely registered through your half-lidded eyes, filled with need. “So impatient,” he teased, his voice higher pitched than it was in his human form. “Such a needy human. I’ll give you want you want, but first - tell me what you are.” Your face scrunched in confusion, not knowing exactly what it was that he wanted to hear. “Uh… flustered?” His breathy giggle only seemed to increase your desire as he leaned in closer to you, brushing the hair out of your face as he replied, “That’s a given, but no, no, no; that’s not the answer I’m looking for. Now, tell me… what are you, Y/N?” Wracking your brain, you briefly remembered the conversation the two of you had after you were attacked the other night. Hesitantly, you answered, “I-I’m yours?” A ravenous, satisfied growl emitted from the back of his throat as his smile widened, pulling you closer so that you were flush against his chest. You knew that you had answered correctly when you felt his gloved fingertips reach under your dress, ripping away your panties without any form of warning before he threw them impatiently onto the pavement next to you. You wanted to protest - to tell him that this wasn’t okay. First of all, even though you were shrouded in the shadows behind a restaurant, you were still in public. Anyone could see you and that would be incredibly embarrassing. More importantly, those panties cost you $20 for just that one pair, and you were kind of pissed. All of that seemed to disintegrate into nothing as you felt his fingers enter you roughly, causing you to groan loudly with intense pleasure. His lips rested on your throat, sucking and nibbling lightly, not breaking the skin, but you could feel him leaving marks, probably to claim his territory, which would have actually angered you had you not felt so blissful in that moment. His fingers worked magic inside of you, the friction of the gloves adding a sensation that you didn’t realize you so desperately needed. The length of his fingers allowed him to rub against your g-spot relentlessly as his thumb applied the perfect amount of pleasure to your clit, swirling in small circles, driving you absolutely crazy. “Fuck…” you moaned weakly, gripping his hair harshly in your hands, rolling your hips against him as he continued to make you fall apart from the incredible feeling that he was giving you. You released a surprised gasp when you felt his hardened length against your hip as he pushed forward, applying some friction for himself. He was clearly aroused by what was occurring, which only confused you further. He wasn’t human, so how in the hell did he know how to pleasure you? Additionally, how was he getting off on this? Did he usually sleep with his victims before he killed them? So many thoughts were circulating your brain, but more importantly, you started to feel the hypnotic effects wear off, allowing you to think more coherently, despite his best efforts to cloud your mind with arousal.

“Pennywise,” you started to protest, which took a lot of effort considering how good he was making you feel. “Pennywise, stop.” Despite hearing your request, he only pumped his hand faster, causing your knees to weaken and your limbs to turn into mush. “O-oh my god,” you groaned, gripping onto his shoulders in fear of falling. You could feel the coil in your belly tighten, ready to break and release at any moment, which Pennywise could probably somehow sense too because he was working against you relentlessly at this point, hell-bound on making you come undone. “Stop,” you somehow managed to say again. “Mnh, Pennywise, please…” Regardless of your pleading, he didn’t stop, not even for a moment. You knew it was too late when he bit down once more onto your neck, drawing blood, mixing pain with the pleasure that he was causing you with his skilled fingers.

Before you could comprehend it, your vision blurred and you came undone against him, your entire body going weak as the waves of pleasure crashed over you again and again. If it wasn’t for Pennywise pinning you against the building, you would have fallen to the ground. Your body was still trembling with the aftershocks as he slowly pulled his gloved hand out of you, a smirk playing on his lips as his eyes raked over your shaking form. “Good girl,” he breathed against your lips before lightly pressing his mouth to yours in an uncharacteristically tender kiss. After he broke the kiss, he stood there patiently, still holding you up as he waited for you to acknowledge what had just happened. Once you were able to regain some composure, you stood up, took a deep breath, and pulled your hand back slowly before forcing it forward in a fist that hit him right in his red nose. He stumbled back a few steps, holding his hand in front of his face, his eyes wide with shock. “Asshole!” you shouted at him. “How dare you! What did you do to me?! What the hell is that song?!” His eyes were blazing as he pulled his hand away, scrunching his nose in discomfort. Unfortunately, it didn’t look like you did much damage, but you still clearly pissed him off. “Tsk, tsk, tsk,” he tutted as he wiggled his finger disapprovingly at you. “Bad girl,” he spoke lowly, his voice laced with malice. You stood your ground, waiting for whatever it was that he was going to do to you as he stepped forward, his eyes burning with anger until you saw a rock suddenly hit the side of his face, catching him off guard. “Hey shit-head, back the fuck off!” You both turned towards the sound in shock, not at all comprehending what just happened. Fear crept over you as you realized that your younger cousin, Richie, was only a few yards away, accompanied by a group of his friends on their bikes, all of whom were armed with rocks. Pennywise bared his long teeth once more, growling ferociously as he started to walk towards them, which you weren’t going to allow to happen. “Pennywise, don’t!” He chose to ignore you as his bones snapped out of place, his body contorting into something even more horrific than his creepy clown appearance. “Oh, sh-sh-shit!” one of the other kids stuttered. “Fucking scatter!” was all you heard before the kids started running in every direction, throwing their rocks behind them, aiming for Pennywise as he continued to manifest into a huge, menacing creature with black scaly skin and burning red eyes. His hands stretched into vicious claws, outstretched in front of him in an attempt to grab the first kid that he could reach. “Oh my god,” you gasped, not fully believing what you were seeing. Before you could fathom the situation, your legs were carrying you as fast as they could go as you ran after him, not at all knowing what you could do to stop this giant monster. He darted around, trying to decide on which of the kids he wanted to go after until he finally settled on Richie, his claws digging into the ground with each step as he got closer and closer to his prey. It wasn’t long before he had caught up with him as he grabbed at his legs, causing him to trip and fall to the ground, screaming and holding his arms out protectively in front of him. Pennywise’s mouth started to stretch open to an unnatural length as his teeth started prodding out from behind his monstrous lips in multiple rows, drool spilling from his mouth onto Richie’s outstretched arms. “Fucking gross!” he cried as he attempted to crawl away. Pennywise gripped his leg, dragging him towards his hungry mouth. He was ready to completely devour Richie until you had finally caught up with him and with all the strength you had, attempted to push him off of him. Of course, this did absolutely nothing seeing as how ridiculously strong and large he was, but it was enough for him to notice your presence.

He pulled back focus from his prey and eyed you curiously, his red glowing eyes still blazing with rage and hunger. “Don’t you dare hurt him, Pennywise! Get your hands off of him!” The only response he had was a snarl as he bared his teeth at you, not at all appreciating your demanding tone. He turned his head back to Richie, completely disregarding your words as he opened his mouth to inflict damage. You couldn’t stay back and do nothing. For all you knew, he had already taken one of your cousins. You weren’t about to let him take another. “Pennywise, please. I’m asking- begging you. Don’t do this. Let him go.” For the first time since you had met him, you could hear the actual fear in your voice, terrified of what was about to happen.

He turned towards you once more, pausing as if he were actually contemplating your words. Before you could get a response, the monster cried out in pain, whipping around to investigate his injury. It was then that you noticed that a young girl had impaled his right leg with a pipe, causing a strange black substance to leak from his wound, flowing upward and evaporate into the air.

As he started to position himself to attack, another cry echoed out as you noticed another one of the boys injected another pipe into his side. “Stop!” you found yourself shouting, unsure if it was for Pennywise or for the kids. He looked back at you, his expression softer than it had previously been as he crawled off of Richie, slowly sinking into the shadows of the trees as the kids continued to shout profanities and threats at him until his blazing red eyes diminished and he disappeared into the night. Time seemed to slow for only a moment as you allowed yourself to process exactly what had just happened. It was the first time that you had seen Pennywise seething with such hatred, and the fact that he so easily went after children with the intent to kill was something that you couldn’t shake. “God damned psycho clown,” Richie scoffed as he stood up, wiping the dirt off of his pants. The rest of his gang were rushing over, tossing their bikes aside to come to yours and Richie’s aid. “What the hell, Y/N?! You can see the clown? None of the other adults can, how did that even happen?” Ignoring his question, you felt your emotions take over as you pulled him into a hug, which he grudgingly accepted as you held him close. “Richie, I should wring your neck for the shit that you just pulled! Do you even know how dangerous that was? You could have been killed, what the hell were you thinking?!” “I was saving your ass! We all were,” he replied as he pulled back from the hug, motioning to his friends. “Thank you,” you sighed, “That was really brave of you all, but seriously, why would you put yourselves in danger like that? I could have handled myself just fine.” “W-we thought that he w-was attacking y-you,” another one of the kids replied. “I’m B-Bill, by the way.” They all stepped forward to introduce themselves one by one as you took in their downtrodden appearance. “So… wait,” you began after the introductions were finished. “You’ve seen him before? You’ve met Pennywise?”

“He’s the one who’s responsible for everyone who’s gone missing in the past few months,” Ben, the short, sweet kid replied nervously.

Eddie, the smaller kid who dressed like he was a counselor at a summer camp, piped up, “He’s already tried coming after all of us. He knows what we’re afraid of, and he uses that against us.” “He took Sara…” Richie spoke in a whisper, uncharacteristic to his usual loud and sarcastic demeanor. You sighed again, pressing your fingers to your temples in an attempt to relieve a building headache. “I know..." was all you could manage to say. “So, why can you see him and no other adults can?” A kid name Stanley spoke, his curly hair hanging in front of his face in a disheveled manner. Before you could reply, Mike stepped forward and spoke, “She’s not the only adult who has seen him though, right? IT’s taken adults before, but he mostly targets kids. We’re probably easier to scare, which is what he feeds on. It makes sense.” That’s when you remembered something from earlier that day. “He said that he allows people to see what he wants them to see.” They gawked at you, confused. “He was at the town meeting today, but he looked… normal? He looked like any other person, he wasn’t dressed like a clown. He can change forms so easily. I don’t know why I can see him. Honestly, I don’t.” “What was he talking to you about before we got there?” Beverly asked, a suspicious look on her face. “Umm,” you hesitated, going red in the face. “Nothing really - it’s not important.” Eddie stepped forward, apparently too curious to let it go. “Was he trying to lure you somewhere?” “No…” You tried to hide the shame that consumed you as they eyed you with curiosity. “We, uh… we weren’t really talking at all. He was just… you know what, forget it! It’s nothing! I appreciate you guys being concerned, but I will handle this from now on, okay?” Richie rolled his eyes at you, clearly not taking you seriously. You thought that was the end of it until he came closer, his eyes widening at the look of something on your neck. “Are… are those hickeys?!” You instantly covered your neck, knowing full well that your neck was probably littered with dark marks from Pennywise’s rough play as he had his way with you against the building. You didn’t even know what to say at that point. “What the hell, Y/N?! Did you fuck the clown?!” “No!” You shouted in return, struggling to come up with words to explain what had happened. “He just… we… I don’t…” but you couldn’t bring yourself to say that you allowed an evil, supernatural creature to finger you to completion - especially to a bunch of kids. “Whatever, Y/N,” he replied impatiently. “That’s fucking gross. He has Sara!” You swallowed hard, still not knowing what to say. “I’m not just going to sit on my ass and do nothing. With every day that goes by, it’s less likely that she’ll come home. He’s already taken Bill’s brother, too!” You turned to Bill who lowered his gaze, not wanting to draw attention to his sadness. “Look, Richie, I’m not telling you that you can’t defend yourselves if he comes after you,” you clarified, hoping to move past the subject of your adultery. “All I’m saying is, don’t go looking for him, okay? I will take care of this.” “Yeah, yeah, whatever. It really looked like you were really handling it back there,” he replied sarcastically as he walked over to his bike. “Come on guys, let’s get out of here.” “I mean it, Richie!” you shouted after him as he and his friends started pedaling away. “Do not go looking for him… it… whatever he is!” As he and his friends disappeared down the street, you had remembered that you left your Aunt back at the restaurant. You sauntered back to find her still at the dinner table with a worried look on her face. “Y/N, is everything okay? Where’s Penn?” “Yeah, everything’s fine. Penn won’t be joining us for the rest of the evening.” She glanced at you curiously, her eyes raking over the dark bruises on your neck from where Pennywise had marked you, but luckily she didn’t press further, clearly understanding that you didn’t want to talk about it. The two of you conversed minimally as you ate, both too tired to really be out any later than you had to be, and as soon as you finished eating, you drove back to the house, grateful that the day was over.

You undressed quickly, anxious to get out of the black dress that Pennywise had chosen for you. As you looked in the mirror, you ran your fingers over the dark bruises that littered your neck and the harsh bite mark that he left above your breasts. You sighed, wondering how the hell you were going to handle this.

“Do you like my little gifts?” You spun around, almost falling over with how quickly you turned. “Pennywise?” He hummed happily at your acknowledgment of him, though you still couldn’t see him. “Where are you?” Two yellow orbs suddenly emerged from the dark corner of the ceiling on the other side of the bedroom. You quickly moved to turn the overhead light on to illuminate his contorted form, nuzzled in the corner of the ceiling. You gasped as he started to stretch out, his bones cracking as his limbs came undone while he crawled down the wall like a spider. You grabbed an old shirt from the floor and threw it over you, appreciating the fact that it was long enough to cover your lower half as well. Glaring at him as he walked closer to you, you held your hand out, signaling for him to stop, which to your surprise, he obeyed. “You need to leave,” you demanded. “You attacked a group of innocent kids. Not to mention you basically assaulted me at the restaurant!” His white makeup cracked around his lips as his mouth grew into a wicked smile. “Oh, my sweet, tasty human. Don’t pretend that you didn’t want that. I can feel your desires,” he breathed as he stepped closer. His pitch changed as he started to sing once more, “Down we go, down we go-” “Stop!” You shouted, cutting him off, to which he giggled in return. “Not interested in hearing our song?” You scoffed, irritated by his facetiousness. “Don’t fucking sing that song. Every time you do, my mind turns to mush. Just… stop.”

He remained silent, unmoving as his eyes poured into yours as if he was waiting for further instructions. You decided to take advantage of the silence as you walked over to the bed and sat down, no longer able to stay standing from exhaustion. “Penn, can you be honest with me? Please?” Edging just a bit closer to you, he tilted his head at you in mockery before replying. “I have always been completely honest with you. I haven’t lied.” You sighed with frustration, “No, but you haven’t been completely truthful either. I need to know… do you have Sara?” “Yes,” he answered bluntly, taking you by surprise. You were hesitant to ask anything more, but you had to know. “Have you hurt her?” “Yes.” Choking back a frightened sob, you really didn’t want to know the answer to your next question. “Is… is she dead?” “No. She’s floating.” His smile faded a bit as he took in your hurt and confused expression.

“Damn it, Pennywise! What does that mean?!”

Stepping closer, he towered over you, his presence so menacing and yet oddly comforting at the same time, which you despised. You shouldn’t feel that way about him, especially after knowing what it was that he was capable of. “It means that she’s alive - for now. Sara was a bad girl and needed to be punished. She tried to play the fool, but she learned her lesson.” It was vague, but you knew that’s as far as you were going to get with him. Sara was alive, and a wave of relief washed over you. “Please… can she come home?” you asked, already knowing the answer. “Are you willing to take her place?” he asked, the wicked smile returning to his menacing face. Wracking your brain, you tried to think of a way to save you both. The only thing that you could think of to do was to play his own game and distract him with questions of your own. “Why do you want me? Why are you willing to trade her for me?” He kneeled down on the bed next to you, caressing your face with his gloved hand, making you flinch, not knowing if he was going to kill you in that instant or not. His smile faltered as he noticed your hesitance, which confused you even further. “So many float. You don’t. We’ll sink together until the end.”

This guy’s riddles were getting under your skin. How could someone be so blunt and so vague at the same time? Even though you couldn’t understand him, you still wanted to play your own game of 20 Questions before he could get a real answer out of you. “What are you? You shouldn’t even be real. The way you changed today… I didn’t know something like you could even exist.” “I’m not of this realm. I’m here to feed before my long rest,” was his only reply.

"To feed?" You grimaced at his choice of words. "What is it that you eat?"

"I think you know the answer to that, Y/N," he replied with a wink.

The blood drained from your face once your fears were confirmed, but you couldn't stop yourself from asking more questions. “So you think that it’s okay to feed off of innocent people? Is it true that you’re the one who’s been killing all of the kids around here?” His face remained emotionless as he eyed you carefully before responding. “The young are easier to manipulate. Their fear… it’s so… delicious,” he drew out the last word, his mouth filling with saliva at the very mention of it. “Oh my god,” you gasped softly, turning away from him, thinking of how many families he’s ruined from feeding off of unsuspecting children. You felt his hand touch your cheek, tenderly guiding your face back to him. You released a surprised breath when you saw that he was no longer the clown, but that he had changed in his human form, which you were guessing was for your own comfort. Absentmindedly, you reached forward, tracing his face with the pads of your fingers, still not believing that this was real. His eyes closed as it seemed like he was almost relishing in your touch as you continued to explore his skin with your hand, tracing over his neck and collarbone lightly until you pulled away, nervous as to where this could possibly lead should you continue. He opened his eyes, his expression almost disappointed when he realized that you had finished. “You need to go,” you demanded softly, standing up and motioning toward the door. His face went from confused to frustrated as he replied, “Our playtime’s not over. Little Sara is waiting, Y/N. Will you take her place?” The answer should have been obvious. You would have done anything for her, including dying for her, but for some reason, you couldn’t bring yourself to agree. Not yet. “I don’t know Pennywise, just… give me some time to think, okay? I need you to leave now.” He stayed put, his lip curling into an unpleasant frown. “Go!” you shouted, foolishly losing your temper, knowing that he could easily slaughter you within a second. However, he backed away, heading towards your closet before stepping inside without another word. You walked over and ripped the closet open to make sure that he wasn’t hiding, but other than your clothes, the closet was empty. Sighing with relief, you turned off the lights, crawled into bed and fell asleep as silent tears fell down your face, overwhelmed with the fact that your days as a free human were numbered.

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What Lies Beneath - Pennywise X Reader

Rating: Explicit Summary: After years away from Derry, you're dragged back to help search for your missing cousin. After you get yourself into some trouble, the absolute last thing you expected was to be rescued by a creepy clown with a blood kink who has the ability to turn into one of the most gorgeous men you've ever seen. Chapter Index: 1 / 2 CHAPTER 3

Glancing in the mirror, you debated on what you were supposed to wear to an evening with a murderous clown. Did he expect you to dress in bright colors like you too belonged in a circus? Were you supposed to dress elegantly? Sighing heavily, your heart started to pound as nervousness consumed you. You didn’t know what his intentions were, and that frightened you. For all you knew, he had already killed your cousin and had planned to assassinate you as well. Shaking your head, you couldn’t allow yourself to think that way. There was no way that Sara could be dead. You wouldn’t let that happen. If Pennywise had any useful information at all, you had to play his infuriating game and wait until he was ready to offer information. You weren’t used to negotiating like this, especially when it came to something this important, but honestly, what choice did you have? Your other leads were getting you nowhere and this was the best chance you had. Still glancing in the mirror, you held up a blue cardigan to your chest before you heard a floorboard creak behind you. Turning slightly, you released a shocked scream when you saw Pennywise, grinning wickedly in the corner of the room, his eyes devouring your half-naked form. “My, my,” he cooed, licking his red lips, drool spilling over them slightly. “You look divine.” You stretched the cardigan to cover as much of yourself as you could considering you were still only in your bra and panties. “Pennywise, what the hell? Get out!” He stepped forward slowly, his eyes still wandering over you and your haphazard attempts to hide your exposed body. He giggled gleefully before speaking once more, “No need to be shy,” he insisted. “Let me see you.” He was already directly in front of you, stretching out his gloved hands to accentuate his request. You shook your head firmly and stepped back a few steps, absolutely baffled as to how he got in the room in the first place. “You can’t-… I’m not-… this is so inappropriate,” you managed to utter, unsure as to why you weren’t more upset. As much as you wanted to deny it, there was a slight urge to just drop the shirt and allow him to see you as he had requested. Luckily, your control was intact for the time being and you were able to resist. His red lips pursed in disappointment as he edged closer, his height even more intimidating than you remembered. He extended his hand once more before doing something that took you by surprise. He started singing. “Down we go, down we go! Let’s sink together as Deadlights glow! Where we’ll fall, you dare not know, but come with me and the way I’ll show!” Recognizing the tune immediately, your eyes began to glaze over as a strange sensation fell over you. The awkwardness melted away as his voice lulled you into a hypnotized daze, making you drawn to him, suddenly feeling compliant. Allowing the cardigan to drop to the ground, you finally took his gloved hand in your own as he stepped forward, pressing his chest to yours. His other hand snaked around your waist as he lowered his face into your hair, inhaling deeply. When he pulled back, his eyes were swirling the fiery yellow that you had remembered from the previous night, but instead of frightening you, they enticed you. His hand was now suddenly pushing the hair out of your face as he brushed it back tenderly, which didn’t fit his wicked disposition. “Good girl,” he praised as he released you from his grasp, stepping back to turn and sit on your bed, leaving you to gawk at him with confusion. You shook your head, blinking repeatedly to snap out of the daze that he had so easily put you in, which frustrated you. “What the hell was that?” Ignoring your question, his gaze fell onto the simple black dress that was laying next to him on the bed. He held it up as he said, “This one. This is perfect for our playdate.” You timidly reached for the dress and didn’t say anything else as you slipped into it, turning so that your back was facing him. “Umm,” you stuttered, not sure how to handle the situation. “Would you zip me up, please?” The faint sound of the bed squeaking filled the room as he lifted to his feet to cross over to you. You jumped slightly when you felt the skin of his cool fingers brush against your exposed back. Confused as to why you were suddenly feeling his skin rather than the glove, you glanced in the mirror in front of you to see that he was no longer the menacing clown, but instead the attractive man that he had appeared as earlier during the town meeting. Your breath hitched as he dragged the zipper upward slowly, intentionally allowing his fingers to linger a moment as he reached your bra strap. Clearly your throat uncomfortably, you could sense his arrogant smile as he finally zipped you up all the way. “Thank you,” you said before turning around to face him. He hummed in response, his eyes raking over you once more. “Oh yes, this will do just fine,” he commented, running his long, bony fingers over the top of your dress before resting on the bite mark on your collarbone.His eyes lingered there for a moment before you broke the silence with a question. “How do you do that? I mean, what are you exactly?” “Hmm?” he questioned softly, not understanding exactly what it was that you meant. “I mean, you’re a clown one minute and then the next you’re normal? How? Are you imaginary? Am I as insane as I think I am? Clearly, you’re not human, so what are you?” His lips peeled back into another wide smile, seemingly enjoying your boldness. “Curious, aren’t we?” he teased. “So many questions, so little time! We really must be going.” “At least tell me where you’re taking me,” you demanded. “Tsk, tsk, tsk,” he tutted, wagging his finger at you disapprovingly. “You’ll find out soon enough, little human. Don’t lose your head!” He cackled at his own wording as if he made a joke that you weren’t in on. Sighing once more, you nodded your head and allowed him to escort you out of the house. You found it odd that he seemed to know how to navigate through your Aunt’s house without any confusion, but the more time that passed, the more you forced yourself not to question whatever weirdness you encountered when you were in his presence. The sun was setting and the air was filled with the familiar smell of Autumn. The leaves crunched loudly beneath your feet as you walked with Pennywise, struggling to keep up with his long strides. “So…,” you began, breaking the silence. “This is awkward.” The human-clown chuckled lowly at your statement, his eyes focused on the path ahead. “Can you at least tell me something about you? Anything at all? What about your name? How did you get the name ‘Pennywise’ anyway?” “That’s not my real name,” he stated bluntly, his eyes still not meeting yours. “Oh… okay. So, what is your real name?” “It’s not important.” You were beginning to get frustrated again. “Is there a reason you’re being so infuriatingly vague?”He finally turned to meet your heated gaze, which made him grin. “Such an inquisitive being,” he commented with awe. “My name should be the least of your concerns.” You halted, too upset to indulge him any further while he gave you nothing in return. “Okay, enough,” you growled sharply. He stopped too, raising an eyebrow at your audacity. “You have to give me something. For all I know, you’re leading me to my slaughter. How do I know that any of this has a purpose? No, uh uh, I’m not taking another step until you give me some sort of indication that this isn’t all for nothing.” “That’s not how you play the game,” he insisted, a warning hidden beneath his playful demeanor. You scoffed in response. “I don’t care about your game, Pennywise!” Pouting his lips mockingly, he shook his head in response, indicating that he had made up his mind. You wanted to scream in aggravation, but instead, you allowed a simple word to fall over your lips. “Please?” He grinned, holding back another round of laughter as he bent forward, so close that you could feel his cold breath on your face. “Ooh, such a sweet request. How… enticing,” he commented, his voice ringing with delight. “Go on, one question. I’ll answer truthfully, you have my word.” “Does your word even mean anything?” His only response was to nod, and it was then that you realized that there really was no way that you could tell if he was lying or not anyway, so you decided to give it a shot. “Okay, fine,” you exhaled abruptly, too intrigued to argue further. “Is Sara alive?” He took a moment to answer, his blue eyes searching yours as if debating on whether or not he wanted to take back his offer before finally responding, “Somewhat.” “What? What do you mean ‘somewhat’?!” “Ah, ah! I’m afraid that’s all you’re going to get at the moment!” he giggled, clearly relishing in the fact that he found a way to keep his promise while still leaving you just as confused, if not more so than before. “Pennywise, I swear, if you’ve done something to harm her, I will kill you myself,” you promised through gritted teeth, losing every ounce of patience that you had. He cackled once more before addressing your threat. “Oh my, so angry, aren’t we? Poor little Y/N! So desperate for answers that she shouldn’t be seeking. Worry not, all will become clear in time,” he answered in a sing-song voice. You crossed your arms defiantly, your irritation becoming harder to mask. You felt helpless. There really wasn’t any leverage that you could use over the clown, apart from the fact that he was intrigued by you and wanted to be around you. Realization struck you at that point, knowing that you might be able to use that to your advantage later on, depending on if you were able to survive the night. “Come now,” he insisted, breaking your concentration. “We’re nearly there.” Following closely behind him, you tried to push away all of the thoughts nagging at you, telling you that this was probably the stupidest thing that you could have done. Did you really just agree to go with a murderer at night to an undisclosed location? Yeah, it was clear that you were probably going to die tonight, but oddly enough, you couldn't bring yourself to leave. You could have tried to run away screaming to go and tell the police about what had happened, but what good would it do? It was obvious that this creature had powers beyond your comprehension. It had been so easy for him to change forms and sneak into your room that it made you wonder… what else could he do? You were no match for him, and running wasn’t a viable option either. “Home, sweet home!” he declared proudly, interrupting your thoughts. You managed to look up at the house that the clown claimed was his home and emitted a small gasp. You were standing in front of the creepy house on Neibolt Street. You remembered this house as a kid. You and your friends would throw rocks at the windows and share stories about the gruesome murders that happened there, rendering the house haunted. Never did you imagine that a frightening, harrowing clown would have actually lived there. “This is where you live?” He smiled at you in return, nodding his head in excitement. Everything inside of you told you not to go inside the house. You knew that if you did, you would never come out again. You gave him a desperate look, silently begging him not to take you in there. You didn’t even dare step foot in there as a rebellious kid when all you had to go on were ghost stories. Now that you knew what actually lurked in there, there was no way in hell you were going in. “W-why are we here, Penn?” His eyebrow arched slightly at the nickname, causing him to hum happily in return, which you hoped earned you some leniency. “You don’t float,” he answered vaguely. “You’re here to sink.” You started to back away, your chest tightening at the thought of whatever it was that he had in mind for you. “No, please… don’t make me go in there. Why are you doing this?” His head tilted playfully as he continued to smile at you, enjoying his game of torment as the fear crept up inside of you. “Don’t you want to find Sara?” You opened your mouth to reply, but no words came out. Was he insinuating that Sara was in the house? It would oddly make sense. No one dared go in the house and it really would have been the perfect hiding spot. “Is this where you’re keeping her?” His eyes suddenly darted to something behind you. You hesitantly turned around to see a car approaching the both of you, its headlights glaring in the darkness. It was only when the car was directly in front of you and came to a halt that you realized it was your Aunt. “Y/N?” she called out from the window. “What are you doing out here?” You looked back at Pennywise to see that he was still standing behind you, his arms linked together around his back, a prominent grin plastered on his face. “Umm…” you started to answer, searching for a believable excuse. “I was… I was just going for a walk. Is everything okay?” Your Aunt’s eyes flickered over to Pennywise, her expression suspicious. “Yes, honey, everything is fine. I was just on my way out, actually. I thought I saw you from down the street and I wanted to drive by to ask if you wanted to go to dinner with me. It’s been awhile since I’ve been able to go out without Sara…” she paused, holding back a quiet sob. “I just thought that it would be nice. I hope that I’m not interrupting anything?” She looked over to Pennywise once more, and it was then that you realized that she could actually see him. “Oh, uh, actually-” “Good evening,” Pennywise interrupted, stepping forward towards the car. Eying him skeptically, she asked, “I don’t believe we’ve met before. I’m Y/N’s Aunt, Alyssa Tozier.” Pennywise raised his long arm and offered his hand to her, which unnerved you. “It’s a pleasure, Mrs. Tozier. My name is… Penn,” he winked back at you, taking the nickname you had procured for him. “Penn? Such an odd name,” she stated, taking his hand in her own. “Would you like to join us for dinner, Penn?” “That sounds lovely,” he replied, releasing her hand and raising his eyebrows at you questioningly. “Aunt Alyssa, I don’t think that’s a good idea…” you started to protest. “I thought that you and Richie were going to the movies anyway?” “Oh,” she sighed. “Richie is with his friends tonight. I was lonely at the house, so I thought that going out would do me some good. I understand if you’re busy, though.” “Nonsense,” Pennywise insisted, opening the backseat passenger door, motioning for you to get inside. “I wouldn’t dream of turning down such a generous invitation.” You glared at him, silently insinuating that this was a bad idea, which probably only made it more fun for him. Knowing that you would end up doing what he said anyway, you huffed in annoyance, admitting defeat, and got into the car. The thought of having Pennywise so close to your Aunt worried you, but upsetting him was probably worse than just letting him have his way. You were going to a public place, after all. What was the worst that could happen? Surely he wouldn’t kill you both in the middle of a restaurant… right? After closing the door behind you, Pennywise walked around the car and sat into the back seat next to you, giving you a playful wink as he did so. Fighting the urge to roll your eyes, you forced yourself to relax while keeping a close watch on him in your peripheral vision. You Aunt started driving and immediately started an awkward conversation. “So, Penn- how is it that you know Y/N?” “We met at the carnival the other night,” You stated bluntly, not giving him a chance to answer in case he let something slip about his murderous activities. “How wonderful,” she commented softly. “Are you new to town, Penn? I don’t recall seeing you around.” “I actually have quite a long history here,” he confirmed, his voice laced with dark humor. “I come and go every few years or so. I just can’t seem to stay away. The people here are so… delectable.” “I’m sorry?” she questioned, glancing back at him in her rearview mirror, her eyes wide. “Delightful!” you shouted, haphazardly trying to cover up his poor choice of words. “He said the people here are delightful, Aunt Alyssa.” You stared daggers at him, knowing that he was enjoying this way too much. He flashed a toothy grin at you, chuckling darkly. “Oh, I see…” she trailed off, shifting uncomfortably in her seat. “I hope you’re hungry,” she stated, clearly trying to change the subject. Pennywise took it upon himself to grip your hand in his, raising it up to his lips before kissing it softly. “Starving,” he replied, a mischievous gleam in his eye. You ripped your hand back from him, not at all liking the way he was looking at you. Luckily, your Aunt was then pulling into the restaurant, ending what was probably the most nerve-wracking car ride of your life. The three of you were being seated in the corner, which you were grateful for, though it didn’t stop the eyes of the other guests following you to your table. You knew that they were all intrigued by the new, mysterious attractive man who was joining you for dinner. In small towns like this, these things never went unnoticed. Pennywise seemed to be enjoying the attention as he pulled out a chair for your Aunt, guiding her to her seat before attempting to do the same to you as well. Refusing his gentlemanly gesture, you stopped the chair with your foot before subtly shaking your head at him, pulling out your chair yourself and sitting down with a harsh thud. His sly smile returned as he sat directly across the table from you, rather than next to you, which you found to be odd, but was grateful for the distance. He sat silently, though you didn’t miss the way he never took his eyes off of you. Only when he was being addressed by your Aunt or the server did he break his gaze, only to return to you moments later. Aunt Alyssa and you placed your order, but Pennywise only requested a glass of red wine. Even after your Aunt tried to argue with him, insisting that he order some actual food, he declined. Your Aunt probably thought that it was because he didn’t want to spend her money since she informed you that she would be paying, but you had a feeling that wasn’t the case at all. After you had placed your order, your Aunt turned to you to ask, “Have you found out anything new? Has anyone contacted you about Sara?” Your eyes darted from Pennywise back to her concerned face before you grimaced and said, “I’m still looking, but I haven’t given up yet. We’ll find her, Aunt Alyssa, I promise.”Her head lowered in disappointment, but she still managed a smile. “Thank you, Y/N. I still can’t tell you what it means to me that you’re here.” You reached over to grab her hand in response. “Don’t worry. She’s going to come home, I know it. And in the off chance that she was taken, we’re going to get the sick son of a bitch who took her.”You gave Pennywise a threatening look, which probably wasn’t the smartest decision, but he smiled in return, tilting his head subtly with fascination. Or so you thought.After you pulled your hand away, you suddenly felt something prodding at you in between your legs. You flinched in shock and looked down to see what it was, but you saw nothing.Scrunching your face together in confusion, you ignored the feeling for a moment before you jumped again at the sensation of something quickly crawling up your dress, pushing your panties aside and rubbing against you roughly. You choked on your own breath as you hunched forward, the unexpected pleasure so overwhelming that you could hardly comprehend what was even happening. You looked over at Pennywise with half-lidded eyes, knowing that this must be his doing. You readied yourself to scream at him, but he was sitting straight up, eyes raking over you playfully. His lips curved into a knowing smirk, and the only movement you could see was his arm flexing subtly. But that wasn’t possible. He was sitting all the way across from you, there was no way that he could even reach you. You took it upon yourself to look down once more and gasped as you saw his arm, stretched to an unnatural length, disappearing under your black dress. As soon as you put the pieces together, he inserted an elongated finger into you harshly, still rubbing over your nub with his thumb relentlessly, causing you go emit a low and embarrassing moan. “O-oh, god,” you breathed shakily at the friction. “Y/N? Are you okay?” your Aunt asked, her voice filled with concern. “Yes, Y/N,” Pennywise mocked teasingly. “Are you alright? You seem distracted.” You glared at him once more, meeting his challenging stare with your own vicious one as you demanded lowly, “Stop.” “Stop what?” your Aunt asked, clearly confused. You then pounded your hands on the table, causing the glasses and plates to clink together from the impact as you shouted, “Stop!” As soon as the word left your lips, the sensation ceased and you felt his hand retract from you, causing you to elicit a relieved sigh. Your Aunt looked taken aback as she asked, “What is wrong with you?” Your heart was pounding against your chest as you replied harshly, “Would you please excuse us for a moment?” Without waiting for an answer, you gripped the collar of Pennywise’s jacket harshly as you ripped him out of his seat, not bothering to care that he could easily kill you with a flick of his wrist. You went out the back, knowing that you wouldn’t be interrupted with restaurant attendees while you ripped into him for his careless actions. As soon as you made it outside, you pushed him back, your eyes blazing as you shouted, “What the hell is wrong with you? How dare you! Do you think you’re funny? Do you think you’re slick? You can’t just-” Suddenly cut off, you barely registered his lips crushing against your own, causing you to stumble back until you were pressed up against the cold, brick building. You instinctively inhaled deeply, taking in the familiar scent of sweets and kettle corn before bringing your hands up to grip his jacket collar once more, surprised that you were not only accepting the kiss but reciprocating it in return. Something wet and pointed was prodding at your lips, requesting entry, which you absentmindedly accepted. Your mind flickered with intrigue when you discovered that his tongue wasn’t smooth, but rough and long as it explored your mouth, rubbing against every surface. A sharp and sudden twinge on your lip caused you to pull back abruptly, pushing on his shoulders roughly, causing him to falter. You brought your hand to your mouth, tenderly touching your lips before looking down and seeing crimson liquid on your fingertips. Your head jerked up in his direction, fury radiating through you until you saw the ravenous look in his yellow swirling eyes as he licked your blood from his lips. You started to panic, preparing yourself to run until you heard a haunting melody fall from his lips as he sang softly, “Down we go, down we go! Let’s sink together as Deadlights glow! Where we’ll fall, you dare not know, but come with me, or I’ll eat your soul.” Your body went limp and your vision blurred as you once again fell into his mysteriously hypnotic hold, no longer able to resist the alluring trap that he had so clearly set for you. You remembered seeing his mouth stretch to an unnatural length, revealing several rows of jagged teeth before his mesmerizing tune overcame you completely.

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What Lies Beneath - Pennywise X Reader

Rating: Explicit

Chapter Index: 1 / 2

Chapter 2

The enticing smell is what you remembered more than anything else. For some unknown reason, you were unable to move your limbs as you desperately craved to get closer to the source of the aroma; to bury your face in it and inhale deeply. Moment’s later, as if by magic, the scent was overpowering and you were able to allow your head to loll forward, resting it the soft, comforting source of the smell. You relished in the feeling of smooth silk on your cheek as you nuzzled your face into the cool material, faintly noticing the sensation of something moving beneath it, but not caring enough to dwell on it. You recognized the sound of heavy breathing, though you’re unable to determine if it’s coming from you or someone else. Your focus goes in and out as you suddenly feel a wet sensation trail up your neck. You groaned, not knowing if it was from discomfort or arousal. A haunting laughter causes a chilling sensation to course through your body. You started to tremble involuntarily, absentmindedly stretching out your hand in the darkness, reaching for something unknown to you. A soft, material-covered hand gently wrapped itself around your fingers. You were still too weak to pry your eyes open, so you concentrated on enjoying the sensuality of the touches as it moved from your hand to your body, exploring experimentally. The wetness returned to your neck as it slid down to your collarbone. You inhaled quickly as you felt a twinge of pain before it was soothed by the wet pressure once more. You really should have been concerned about what was happening to you, but you couldn't bring yourself to regain clarity quite yet. Truth be told, you were enjoying this, and you wanted it to last just a bit longer. You tilted your head to the side, allowing the damp muscle to glide easily across your throat as you released another guttural groan. The same low, dark laughter was heard again, echoing distantly. Your skin crawled when you felt pressure close to your ear as the same voice sang softly, “Down we go, down we go! Let’s sink together as Deadlights glow…” the voice trailed off as he started to hum the same repetitive tune instead. So entranced by the beautifully eerie melody, you hardly registered the mysterious hands making their way to your waistline, resting on the opening of your pants. You wanted more than anything to open your eyes and take in the sight of whoever was making you feel so good, but weakness consumed you. The hands hovered over your pants for a moment before the humming stopped and a low growl took its place. Disappointment ebbed through your mind as the hands removed themselves from your zipper, leaving you wanting more. Not even a second later, you were suddenly being lifted up roughly, no longer being explored by tender touches, but instead being thrown over the shoulder of someone who gave little thought to your comfort as you swayed back and forth with each long stride. After a few moments of being carried, you couldn’t help but drift off once more as your head swam with dizziness, allowing your subconscious to fall into a deep slumber.

You jolted awake, gasping for air as you looked around frightfully. Your heart slowed as you realized that you were in your own bed, the sun shining through your curtains brightly, indicating mid-morning. You fell back harshly onto the pillow, irritated that you awoke with such a startle. The alarm clock next to your bed indicated that it was already past 10 AM, which forced you to get out of bed due to the town meeting, which started in an hour. The town planned to formally address the disappearances in addition to coming up with new, innovative ways to locate those who had gone missing. You didn’t want to attend, seeing as how you had been to similar meetings before, which always ended the same way, but you had promised your Aunt that you would go for support. After all, that’s why you were there in the first place. As you made your way to the bathroom, undressing haphazardly, you stopped to look at yourself in the mirror. You paused at the sight of a dark purple and blue mark over your collarbone. You traced the pads of your fingertips gently over it to feel slight scabbing. It was then that you realized that it was a bite mark. But… how? What could have bitten you? This wasn’t a bite mark like anything you had ever seen. That was when flashes from the previous night came flooding through your mind like a crashing wave. You remembered everything. The Fun House, the bar, the assault, and most of all, the clown who had taunted you before coming to your rescue by brutally murdering your assailants. Frozen in place, you wracked your brain trying to determine what the hell you were supposed to do from here. Should you go to the police? Were you supposed to turn him in? He saved your life! Was committing him to a lifetime of prison the best way to repay him? Still, what he did wasn’t just murder… it was a slaughter; a massacre unlike anything you had ever seen. Even the memory of it made you queasy.

You ran to the toilet, leaning over it in preparation for what might occur if you thought about the gory details too much. Maybe you were crazy. Could it be possible that it was all a dream? Even among all the insanity that happened, you don’t remember being bitten. Could it have been the man with the knife? It couldn’t have been Pennywise. The thought of him being close enough to you to bite you was odd. Then again… how did you even make it home? The last thing you could recall was fainting at the sight of the decapitated bodies in the alley. There was no way that the clown could have brought you home. He didn’t know where you lived… did he? Why would he spare you? You were so defensive and cruel when he mentioned Sara. He clearly didn’t have any remorse for killing random strangers, so why were you even alive right now? Your heart started to race once more as you tried to comprehend everything that had happened in the past 24 hours. After a moment of trying to regain your composure, you realized that you didn't have time for a mental breakdown right now. You had to be there for your Aunt at the meeting, and whatever insanity that had consumed you last night would have to wait. You showered and dressed quickly, trying to guide your inner turmoil into a decision regarding last night’s events, all the while trying to concentrate on the reason that you were there in the first place. Your cousin should have been at the forefront of your mind, and the fact that you allowed yourself to get into this bizarre situation was not okay. Eventually, you agreed to attend the town meeting first to support your Aunt as well as keep up appearances before filing any sort of police report, should you eventually decide on that. Ugh, what would you even tell them? The thought of a mysterious, disappearing clown brutally decapitating three men in an alley before returning you safely to your bed made no sense whatsoever. How could you even prove any of that? You decided that it would be best to stop by the alley on your way to the meeting to see what the damage was. Someone must have seen it and reported it by now. Maybe they had already caught Pennywise and arrested him. Whatever happened to him, you had to be sure before jumping the gun. You hurried out of the house, anxious to see what kind of commotion the murders must have caused. Maybe the town meeting would even be canceled due to the slaughter. You would hate for Sara’s disappearance to be overshadowed by this, but considering how many people went missing from Derry in the past few months, most cases were swept under the rug anyway - not because no one cared, but because the law enforcement couldn’t seem to keep up with every missing person. Rounding the corner next to the convenient store, you were prepared to see the gory mess that you remembered from the night before. Bracing yourself before you reached the alley, you were surprised to find not even a single person there. No police cars, no firemen, no yellow tape, no onlookers. What were the odds that no one had seen this yet? No, it was impossible. The alley was covered in blood. You could remember the overwhelming smell of it, there was no way someone wouldn’t see that. When you arrived at the alley, you halted at the sight. There wasn’t a single trace of the struggle from last night. There were no bodies, no blood, nothing. But… how? It couldn’t be possible. You were losing your mind. That had to be it. There couldn’t be any other explanation. You knew what you saw. Could Pennywise have doubled back and cleaned the alley himself? No way, there was too much blood, and it was already really late to begin with, he wouldn’t have had enough time. You couldn't seem to come up with a valid explanation before you reached Town Hall where the meeting was being held, so you tried to disregard your apparent insanity until this was over. Once you entered the large room, you discovered that you were one of the last to arrive, so you made sure to humbly take a seat in the back of the hall. Your head pounded painfully as you tried to concentrate on what was being said amongst the concerned townsfolk. No one was offering any new strategies for finding their lost loved ones, and you couldn’t help but sigh with annoyance as you realized that this was all just a waste of time. You eyed your Aunt carefully who was sitting towards the front of the hall, her eyes red with tears and her face forlorn. You hated seeing her like that and it only made you even more determined to find your cousin and put her pain to an end. Scanning the room and all of the attendees, you halted at the sight of a man sitting across the way who was staring directly at you. Instinctively, you looked away quickly, your face flushing red in embarrassment. When you slowly raised your head once more to catch another glimpse of him. It unnerved you to see that he was still staring intently at you, a smirk playing on his full lips. Something about the way his bright, blue eyes captured yours was almost familiar and you were immediately drawn to them for reasons unknown to you. Unable to look away, your breath hitched briefly when he winked at you in a playfully seductive way. You scoffed, rolling your eyes at him, trying to hide your intrigue, to which you could see him chuckling in response. You then forced yourself to look away, trying your best to concentrate on what was being discussed. Besides, you had more important things to worry about than a pair of enticing blue eyes. The meeting ended about a half an hour later after everyone had agreed to organize separate search parties around town and the surrounding cities. Websites would be created to help spread the word about our missing family members in hopes of casting a wider net. Granted, those were good ideas, but it wasn’t anything had hadn’t been attempted before. Still, you had to try to stay positive. Sara would tell you to be strong and to look in the place you would least expect. Her journalistic ways seemed to enable her to see things differently than everyone else. You couldn't help but think that maybe could have contributed to her disappearance. Maybe she discovered something she wasn’t meant to? Then again, maybe she was just tired of her life here in Derry and decided to start over without the attachment of her old life. That wasn’t like her, though. She would never leave without at least cluing her family in to her whereabouts. Thoughts were whirling through your mind, distracting you as you walked out of the Town Hall among the large crowd of people until you ran straight into a blunt force. “Crap! Oh god, I’m so sorry-” you stopped when you realized who it was that you bumped into. The flirtatious man was staring down at you, his intense blue eyes suddenly a shade darker than you remembered them from inside the room. He was much taller than you expected and his pale skin seemed to glow in the sunlight in comparison to his dark brown hair that fell subtly over his eyes. His full lips curled on the ends into a sly smile as he bowed graciously. “Ah, but it was my mistake. My apologies, Y/N.” You gawked at him, embarrassed that he clearly knew who you were, but you didn’t seem to know him at all. “Do I know you?” “Oh, yes. We’ve met before,” he chuckled as his lips peeled back to reveal a grin that sent a shiver down your spine. His demeanor seemed all too familiar, but you still couldn’t quite place it. “How are you feeling this morning? I do hope that last night’s events didn’t frighten you away.” How could he possibly know about what happened last night? Was he there? Why would you be frightened of him? So many questions were bouncing around in your head, which he seemed to realize as his eyes read your confusion quite clearly. His gaze then lingered on the bruise below your neck. “I’m sorry about the bite, by the way. I just couldn’t help myself. You’re so… appealing,” he licked his lips as the last word escaped him with a hungry moan. That’s when it clicked. But… wait, there was no way this could possibly be the same person… or thing… or whatever the hell he was. Your jaw dropped as you tried to speak - tried to utter any words at all, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do so. He laughed darkly at your attempt to form words, already knowing what it was that you wanted to ask. He leaned closer to you, his face inches from yours as he whispered, “Are you ready to sink, Y/N?” His eyes then changed from the deep blue to the swirling yellow that was etched in your mind from the previous night. You choked out something between a sob and a scream as you took a few steps back, looking around in a panic to see if anyone was watching what was happening between the two of you. His gaze followed yours, lingering on the crowd of people surrounding you as he seemed to know exactly what you were thinking. “Oh, don’t worry about them,” he insisted gleefully, his eyes burning brightly. “They only see what I want them to see.” “W-what are you talking about?” you stuttered, still walking backwards to try and put as much distance between yourself and the creature of your nightmares, which did absolutely nothing because he was taking much larger, more confident strides towards you, slowly closing the gap between you. That’s when the thought occurred to you - the two of you were surrounded by people. He would expose himself if he chose to hurt you out in the open like this. Besides that, if he had wanted to hurt you, couldn’t he have done that last night after you passed out? You were so quick to dismiss him yesterday after he insisted that he had information about Sara, maybe he really did know something. You needed answers, and you couldn't seem to tiptoe around him anymore. You held your ground, no longer edging away from his menacing gaze. He arched his eyebrows questioningly, seemingly enjoying the alteration to his ongoing game.

Leaning closer to avoid anyone hearing your bizarre conversation, you spoke softly, “Look… it’s Pennywise, right?” He nodded, still grinning wickedly with intrigue. “Pennywise, when you mentioned my cousin Sara yesterday, were you telling the truth? Do you know where she is?” “I already told you, Y/N. She’s floating now.” You huffed impatiently, “What does that even mean? I’m not messing around, if you know where she is, please tell me!” “Ah, ah, ah,” he tutted. “That’s not part of the game. You have to play to win,” he laughed boisterously, sending another chill down your spine. His maniacal laughter did not fit his new appearance very well, which only seemed to add to the creepiness. “This isn’t a game!” you shout, your eyes wide when you realized that you were bringing attention to yourself. You look around to apologize, but felt relieved once you discovered that no one seemed to have noticed. Pennywise continued to stare at you, a teasing gleam in his yellow eyes. You suddenly remembered the massacre from last night and couldn’t stop yourself from spewing questions about it. “What happened to the bodies from last night? Did you seriously clean up that alley by yourself? Why did you even save me in the first place? How many people have you killed? Oh my god, did you kill Sara?!” “Now, now, don’t go spoiling our fun,” he insisted, his voice getting more high-pitched like it had been yesterday. “Let’s make a deal, yes?” You eyed him suspiciously, not willing to trust him for even a second, but demanding things from him was getting you nowhere. “What kind of deal?” you asked hesitantly, earning a satisfied hum from the wicked clown. “Spend the night with me.” You tried to hide your grimace as you replied, “What, you mean, like, in your bed?” He giggled menacingly, allowing his clown-like demeanor to come through more and more as the conversation continued. “So anxious, aren’t we? My, my, you are a delight. If tonight’s events lead to that, I certainly won’t protest, but no, that’s not exactly what I have in mind.” “Okay?” you questioned, not understanding what it was that he was insinuating. “Well then, whatdo you have in mind?” “That’s for you to find out,” he answered playfully, bopping the tip of your nose with his index finger, causing you to flinch. “Do you agree?” You shook your head, not liking his calculatedly vague answers. “I don’t get it. You want me to spend time with you? That’s what you’re asking? If I do that, you’ll tell me whether or not you killed my cousin? What kind of a deal is that?” “A generous one,” he offered promptly, the smile somewhat fading from his face as he stood up straight, making him look even taller, which unnerved you further. You knew that you didn’t have much of a choice. It was obvious that you were going insane and if this crazy bastard had any answers at all, it was the best chance you had of finding Sara. Sighing heavily, your eyes searching his once more, you nodded your head in agreement. “Fine. Deal.” He clapped his hands together giddily as he laughed with excitement. “Good girl,” he praised as he reached for your hand. His long, bony fingers lifted your hand to his puffy lips as he gently kissed the top of it, the sly grin never leaving his face. “Until tonight, Y/N.” You gawked at him as he delicately released your hand and turned into the crowd of people still surrounding Town Hall, lost in their own conversations as he disappeared among them, leaving you to wonder if you had just unknowingly signed your own death warrant.

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What Lies Beneath - Pennywise x Reader

Chapter 1 - Part 2 (Part 1 here)

Goosebumps lined your arms and the back of your neck as you felt him inhale deeply into your hair, giving you an idea. You threw your head forward before quickly snapping it back with all of your strength, hitting him right in his nose, causing him to cry out and release you from his grasp. You spun around to find him clutching his nose with his hand, stumbling back a few steps in surprise. He then dropped his hands and wrinkled his nose at the uncomfortable feeling before smiling wickedly once more. “So bold,” he commented in a dangerously low voice. “You’re not afraid.” It wasn’t a question. You eyed him with confusion before scoffing and saying, “Look, asshole. I don’t know what you’re trying to do, but this is extremely unprofessional and I’ve had enough. Go fuck yourself,” you finished angrily. Before he could get a chance to respond, you heard a girl screaming from somewhere back in the Fun House. You turned instinctively, looking towards where the scream was heard but saw nothing. When you shifted back around, Pennywise had vanished, and in his place was an opened door behind one of the mirrors. Knowing that’s where he must have gone, you trailed after him through the door and followed it down a dark, narrow hallway. At the end of the hall was another door, which you opened with haste, hoping to catch up to the clown to give him a piece of your mind, but instead, the door led outside of the Fun House, indicating its end. What surprised you the most wasn’t that he had disappeared without a trace, but that you were actually upset that you didn’t get to see him again. But why? Was it because you wanted to yell at him? Report him to whoever hired him? You couldn’t quite comprehend it, but there really wasn’t any point in dwelling on it, so instead, you started walking away from the Fun House and towards the closest bar to drown out your worries. You really needed a drink after that. Your emotions couldn’t handle searching for Sara for the rest of the night anyway.

About an hour later, after three shots and two very strong drinks, you weren’t feeling well and knew that you needed to get back to your Aunt’s house before you were added to her list of concerns.

Gulping down the last of your drink, you paid your tab, thanked the bartender and walked out of the bar with a strong buzz, making it difficult to concentrate on walking. You should have just called a cab or something, but you thought that a walk might help you sober up a bit before you had to face your Aunt, letting her know that once again, your search came up empty.

It was late. Much too late to be walking home alone, but the hour didn’t really concern you. You started to think about the events that occurred in the past few days, which took up most of your limited brain capacity while you were ridiculously intoxicated.

Lost in your own thoughts, you didn’t realize that you were being closely followed.

Walking in silence, you were ignorant to the multiple pairs of footsteps behind you. By the time you had sensed that something was off, a hand was already covering your mouth and the feeling of a cold blade pressed against your throat stifled any form of protest. Before you could comprehend what was happening, a husky voice whispered in your ear, “If you scream, you die.” You thrashed against the threatening stranger, giving little concern for the blade pressed against your neck as you struggled. “Hold her still!” the stranger covering your mouth demanded. Multiple pairs of hands were now constricting your movements, shuffling away from the public sidewalk and pulling you towards a dark alley behind a convenience store. You were then thrown harshly against the stone wall of the alley, your arms gripped tightly by two different men, holding you in place as the man with the knife positioned himself in front of you. He rested the blade on your throat once more, caressing the side of your face with his hand. “Hey there, beautiful,” he breathed in your face. You were panting heavily, your head swimming from the alcohol while trying to figure out how the hell you were stupid enough to get yourself into this situation. “What’s a pretty thing like you doing out alone this late at night?” he asked, moving the blade so that it was grazing your collarbone. You turned your head to the side, looking down the alley to see if anyone could see what was occurring. You inhaled deeply, readying herself to scream for help before you felt a sharp pain on the side of your face. The man who backhanded you laughed as you turned to face him once more, your eyes fiery with determined anger. “You better keep your mouth shut if you don’t want this knife lodged in your throat,” he threatened, earning the low chuckles of the other two men pinning your arms to the wall. “Come on, baby. Just relax. We’ll make you feel so good,” he promised, unzipping your sweatshirt down the front, revealing your shirt before leaning closer and placing a sloppy kiss on the side of your face. You gagged at his rancid breath and looked away, turning your head in the opposite direction, desperately searching for anything that could help you. What you saw made your breath hitch in your throat. Two glowing orbs were shining in the darkness, slowly making their way closer to you. As they grew nearer, the silhouette of the familiar creepy clown emerged. You didn’t know whether to be relieved or even more frightened as he approached nearer, still going unnoticed by the men who held you against the wall.

When he came into full view, your eyes locked and he smiled as he placed a gloved finger to his red lips in a silent “Shhh”. You quickly turned you head back to your assailants, wondering if they had any inkling of his presence, but it didn’t appear that way. When you turned your head back, you saw that he had once again vanished into thin air. Your concentration was cut off when the blade made its way from your collarbone down your shirt, slowly dragging between your breasts. The stranger licked his lips with anticipation as he allowed the knife to linger there before hooking the blade into your shirt and ripping upward through the material, exposing your bra to the chilled October air. “Don’t,” you drunkenly pleaded, all of your previous fire dying away as you realized just how helpless you actually were in this situation. You struggled against the hands that were starting to lower themselves to your pants, fumbling with the zipper before a familiar voice cut through the alley. “Well, well, well! What do we have here?” All three hands retreated from your body at once, causing you to slump down the wall, landing on your butt with a painful thud. “What the fuck…?” one of the men questioned, looking down the alley towards the tall figure. “Tsk, tsk, tsk,” Pennywise scolded as he wagged his finger in disapproval. “Didn’t your parents ever teach you not to touch what isn’t yours?” His sing-song voice was contradictory to the menacing look in his unnatural glowing yellow eyes. “This doesn't concern you, freak!” the man with the knife shouted. “Mind your own damn business!” Pennywise laughed lowly at that, stepping closer. “How about a nice balloon for you gentlemen?” Without waiting for a response, Pennywise pulled a flaccid balloon out of his pocket, blowing a gust of air into the end to fill it into a long rud tube, ready to be shaped. Pennywise turned around and whipped his arms around in an overly dramatic manner as he shaped the balloon into a figure. When he turned back around, it had been formed into a headless stick figure. The three men glanced at each other with confusion as Pennywise extended his arm, offering his gift to them. When they didn’t move or speak, Pennywise retracted his arm, a false look of hurtfulness etched on his face. “No? Hmm… what a shame. Now, while I may be okay with sharing my balloons, I’m not okay with sharing my meals. So, I’m afraid our playtime has come to an end.” The man with the knife stepped forward, pointing it at Pennywise before stating, “You’re gonna wish that you stayed at the circus, you asshole.” There was a glint in Pennywise’s eyes as his gaze traveled from the knife in his hand to the other two men before his sight rested on you as you stayed sitting on the ground, unable to comprehend what was happening. He gave you a wink before he blew out a puff of air towards the light in the alley, somehow extinguishing it from where he was, shrouding them in darkness. Unable to see, you listened closely as you heard a scuffle, screams, and some sort of liquid hitting the pavement. The fresh smell of blood hit you like a truck and you started to gag. You tried to lift yourself up from the wall, stumbling forward, trying to focus on getting out of there as quickly as possible. You barely made it a few feet before the alley light turned on once more. You turned around and elicited a cry at what you saw. All three men lay lifeless on the pavement, their heads removed from their bodies, and their blood splattered across the walls of the alley. You lifted a trembling hand up to your mouth, covering it in shock, not able to fathom what you were seeing. Your entire body went into shock as you started to stumble back and your head was swimming with faintness. A long, bony arm suddenly snaked its way around you, holding you steady. You turned slightly and glanced up to see Pennywise’s familiar face, beaming at you with pride at his work. “W-what did you do?” you barely managed to utter, your voice shaking. “Shhh,” he cooed as he grazed the side of your face with his lengthy, gloved fingers. “You’re not meant to float, Y/N. You’re meant to sink. Sink with me,” he urged softly as he smiled widely, revealing his now sharp, jagged teeth. “Oh my god,” you uttered, trying to step back away from him, but he gripped you tightly, holding you close. “What are you?” He hummed happily as his eyes searched yours, relishing in the fear that he so desperately craved. “What I am does not matter. It’s what you are that entices me.” With your head still fuzzy from the alcohol and the trauma, you couldn’t help but ask in a fog, “What… what am I?” Leaning in close to brush his lips against your ear, he breathed wickedly, “Mine.” Before you could respond, your body and mind gave out and you faded into the blackness.

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What Lies Beneath - Pennywise X Reader

Rating: Explicit (Later chapters)

Chapter 1 - Part 1 (Part 2)

Derry, Maine. A land of hopelessness where dreams go to die. It physically pained you to be back here after so many years away. You had been one of the few who had actually succeeded in leaving town after graduation to start an actual life for yourself; one that didn’t consist of being trapped in a town where people had a tendency to settle for less than what they deserved. Oh, and there was also the fact that people went missing more frequently there than anywhere else in the U.S.

You made damn sure to move to the opposite end of the country, knowing that you would never return of your own volition. You were one of the very few to leave who hadn't yet come crawling back.Others had tried to leave, but would eventually return for one reason or another. Most of the people you knew growing up were still there, settling into their own lives, forever binding themselves to the town. Marriage, kids, jobs, things that ensured a permanent hold that was almost impossible to escape.

One of these unfortunate souls was your cousin, Sara. She was the sister that you never had. You were both the same age and literally did everything together. Sara had gotten into journalism at an early age, which didn’t take her very far in a town like Derry where pretty much nothing interesting ever happened - apart from the disappearances, that is. But that was old news.

You and Sara managed to stay in touch with constant communication over the years, which is why when you hadn’t heard from her in over a week, you started to get worried. Low and behold, the next day, a phone call from your Aunt confirmed your suspicions and also brought your worst fears to reality.

Sara had gone missing. She was now just another addition to the ever-growing list of people who disappeared in Derry, never to be seen again.

There was no way that you were going to let that happen. No, not Sara.

You wasted no time in getting on a plane to Derry, knowing that you would be there as long as it took to find her and bring her home.

A couple of days had passed since your arrival and things were just as hopeless as when the search began. No one had seen her or heard from her in over a week. Your family was an emotional wreck, and you felt helpless after turning up empty every day, without a single clue as to where you could be.

A couple of days later, the town was hosting its annual Charity Carnival where all of the town vendors got together and set up booths, rides, and attractions for charity. It was a big event every year, and you thought that, just maybe, Sara might make her way there. It was a long shot, but you had to try.

You made sure to dress down in your favorite dark gray hoodie, adorned with holes and frayed string from overuse with your favorite band t-shirt underneath, along with jeans and Chuck Taylors. You figured that this was how Sara remembered you best before you left your life behind here, and if she spotted you, she could easily recognize you.

Instinctively crossing your arms in a defensive position, you walked through the busy booths, not being able to resist smiling at all of the happy faces that passed you by. It was nice to see people enjoying themselves rather than the sullen demeanor that had fallen over the town after the string of disappearances over the past couple of months.

A Fun House nearby drew your attention, its flashing lights enticing you to walk inside with morbid interest. You and Sara loved Fun Houses, and you thought it would be nice to relive some old memories.

You couldn’t help but emit a chuckle as you walked through the turning tunnels and the constricting hallways until you reached the last part of the attraction: The Hall of Mirrors.

You took a moment to glance at your own reflection as the mirrored door shut behind you. Your hair fell over your shoulders in an unkempt manner. Your eyes were darkened underneath from lack of sleep and your skin was pale. It’s not like you hadn’t ever spent time in the sun, but your skin just had a natural paleness to it that you couldn’t ever seem to remedy.

You sighed at your appearance, not quite sure why you even cared about it in the first place. However, you were soon ripped from your thoughts when you heard a low, dark laugh echo throughout the hall.

Turning around hastily, you tried to see where the laughter was coming from but saw no one. “Hello?” you called out, not receiving a response in return.

Glancing around the mirrored room once more, you started to press your hands against the glass, hoping to find the way out since you seemed to be stuck there and had to use your cleverness to escape. There weren’t any hallways leading out of the mirrored maze, so there had to be a secret exit that you had to figure out on your own.

After a few more moments of half-assed attempts to locate your way out, the lights unexpectedly went out, shrouding the reflective room in darkness before the red glow of the emergency lights came on, blinking on and off, making it that much harder to find the exit.

“Oh, great,” you sighed to yourself, not at all thrilled about how difficult this appeared to be. You simply didn’t have the mental capacity to solve this, and you regretted coming in here in the first place.

Pressing your hands against the cool glass, you continued to walk around the room, trying not to trip on the floor every time the red lights dimmed for a moment. You didn’t feel like you were getting anywhere and started to become irrationally angry when a voice once again pulled you from your concentration.

“Lost, are we?”

You whipped around, looking for the source of the strangely high-pitched voice to no avail. “Who’s there?” you called out, eyes darting around the room.

“Poor lost girl. Can’t find her way. I can help you…” You felt a chill crawl down your spine at the last phrase as the high, cheery voice seemed to drop to a dark, hungry growl, indicating malicious intent.

Panic started to course through you as you glanced around the mirrors, hoping to catch a glimpse of who the eerie voice belonged to. The lights dimmed once more, and that was when something caught your eye.

In one of the mirrors, two little yellow orbs seemed to be swaying back and forth enticingly. You turned to see where they were coming from but saw nothing. Glancing back in the mirror, you raked the glass with your nails softly over the glowing orbs, trying to determine the origin of them.

A cool breeze caught you off guard as you hastily turned around once more in the darkness. The red lights slowly illuminated the room and what you saw made your breath hitch in your throat. A horrifying looking clown figure stood before you in the reflection of each mirror. His wide, malevolent grin sent shivers down your spine and you couldn’t bring yourself to look away.

Shaking your head to break focus, you spun around, trying to determine where he was standing amongst the mirrors. The lights dimmed again as you started to step backward, trying to distance herself from the creepy clown in the darkness.

Your hands blindly searched behind you, ready to feel the hard surface of the glass, however, surprise overcame you when you felt a soft, silky material instead. Before your mind could register what you were feeling, you felt your back press up against a taut, warm body.

Eliciting a shocked cry, you turned just as the red lights returned to face the menacing clown. He towered over you, his back hunched creepily as he eyed you hungrily. “Hello, Y/N,” he cooed, stepping forward as you began to back away.

You blinked a few times to adjust to the low lighting, allowing yourself to take in the entire appearance of the clown as he stood before you. His once yellow, swirling eyes were now a bright blue, and his demeanor seemed to be that of mockery and intrigue.

That’s when it suddenly occurred to you how absolutely stupid you were being. “Holy shit,” you breathed followed by a small laugh. “They really outdid themselves this year! You seriously scared me!” You approached the clown with confidence, reaching up towards his puffy collar to run your fingers along the smooth silk. “This costume is amazing, by the way.”

Your eyes glanced up to his own piercing blue ones. He had a perplexed look on his face, his red lips curved into a sly smirk while his eyes searched yours in return. You pulled your hand back and tucked your hair behind your ear awkwardly. “Uh, sorry. I don’t normally approach and touch random strangers�� I just think that you look really cool.”

Again, the clown offered no response to your casual conversation and continued to stare at you. An uneasy feeling fell over you as you remembered something odd. “Wait, how did you know my name? Have we met before?”

The clown laughed lowly, almost to the point of a growl as he stepped forward, a predatory look in his eye. “Y/N, Y/N, Y/N. Oh, I know all about you. You’re here to find sweet Sara, yes?”

Crossing your arms defensively, a twinge of anger sparked at his audaciousness. Everyone obviously knew why you were back, but no one spoke so candidly about your cousin. In fact, most people were afraid to bring it up. No one really talked about the people who went missing in Derry. Too much emotion was involved, something that you were never really good at handling.

Stubborn as you were, you decided to indulge his dedication to his method acting. “It’s not really fair that you know so much about me, but I know so little about you. What’s your name?” you asked softly, daring to step closer to the clown.

His smile widened to an impossible length as his eyes darted from your face to your feet, taking your confidence into consideration as he answered. “Why, I’m Pennywise, the dancing clown!” He paused for a moment to turn smoothly in a circle, indicating that he lived up to his name. He stopped as he outstretched his arm, lifting his palm towards the ceiling and took a slight bow for his short-lived performance. “And I’ll tell you a secret about your little Sara. Come closer and I’ll tell you.”

Your eyes narrowed at him, not sure what game he was trying to play. This was started to get a little awkward and inappropriate, and you were beginning to wonder what kind of psycho these people hired.

Hesitantly taking a step forward, you arched your eyebrows at him, silently requesting if you were close enough. “No, no, no,” he insisted in his sing-song voice. “Come closer, Y/N.”

Huffing with impatience, you’d had enough of his teasing. You took three large strides towards him before coming to a halt, your left hand on your hip, lifting your chin defiantly as you were now mere inches from his face.

The smell of him was almost overwhelming as he started to lean closer to you in return. The scent of sweets and kettle corn made you want to inhale him, despite his creepy appearance. Ignoring the enticement, you forced yourself to remain steady as he inched closer. Despite your mind telling you to step back, you refused.

His lips were on your ear now, his red hair brushing against your cheek as his cool breath rushed over you. “I know where Sara is,” he whispered mockingly.

You pulled back, suddenly livid. You couldn’t control your impulsiveness as you set your hands on his wide shoulders, pushing him back from your with a furious grunt. “Screw you!” you shouted. “How dare you? I don’t know what they said to you to try and scare people, but there’s a line that you don’t cross!”

The marks etched in his pale makeup, indicating where his eyebrows would be were raised in both surprise and intrigue. He laughed boisterously, which only angered you more. “Oh, don’t you worry, Y/N. I’ll take you to her. I’ve been taking good care of her! She floats, they all float, and you’ll float too!” He threw his head back in another round of eerie laughter.

That did it. You ran forward, swinging your arm back as you readied yourself to hit him right between his eyes, but before your fist could come in contact with his face, he caught it effortlessly in his soft, gloved hand, holding it tightly.

“Piss off!” you yelled as you tried to pull your hand back. “Let go of me!”

“Don’t you want to float with me?” He asked mockingly, tilting his head to the side in false innocence. “Maybe you’re not like the rest,” he commented, his eyes raking over your body. “Maybe… just maybe, you don’t float.”

He twisted your body around before you could even comprehend his movements. Your back was now pressed against his chest as he held his strong arms over yours, his cold cheek flush against your own hot one. “What are you doing?! Stop!” you demanded, attempting to pull away to no avail.

(Part 2)

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