Not Afraid {completed}

suppertime

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Y/N was busy playing on her phone on her couch, work draining her of all energy. Her just wanting to relax for the rest of the day. She walked to the kitchen for a bottle of water, still idly scrolling on her phone. 

She stopped in her tracks when she opened the fridge door, hearing screaming and slight whimpering. Confused initially, she put her phone down, listening for it again. When it came again, the feminine voice screaming like mad, and then all of a sudden stopping.

Y/N froze up when the thought of Pennywise not holding up his end of the deal and bringing a child there while she was at work, and now eating its little body just a few kilometers under her.

Angrily, Y/N grabbed her phone, climbing down the rope ladder and manuvering her way through the drains, making her way back into the place that was familiar to her.

Y/N's brown eyes glanced over to the wall behind the large mound of trash in the direction of the whimpering voice. In the dull light coming from her cell phone, she could make out a woman. She was laying on a pile of trash and broken toys, unconscious.

She looked about thirty or so years old, she was quite pretty though. Her brown shoulder length bob was hacked about in bloody, messy clumps. A brown mop on the top of her head, her white skin was bruised and covered in open, bleeding wounds. She was wearing an olive green tshirt and black jeans. Her clothes were covered in dirt and little speckles of blood. Even though she was not a little kid, her being down there was hazardous to her health.

"Hey! Wake up!" Y/N shouted at her, shaking her roughly, the girl groggily lifting her head after a few shouts.

"....Where am I?" The girl asked sleepily, even through the dim light, Y/N could see the large gash on her forehead. Y/N grabbed her by the wrist, trying to pull the girl up before Pennywise returned, hopefully she could get her out of there by the skin of her teeth. The girl shakily stood up, Y/N still tugging on her, screaming for her to 'get up' and 'run'. The girl stumbled a few times but finally found her footing, them just barely making it over the a storm grate before the girl stopped. She pulled against Y/N, pointing to something at the other end of the room.

"What in the hell is that thing?" She screamed, Y/N turning her head in the direction she was pointing. Only seeing a pair of familiar yellow eyes covered in darkness. Y/N knew that the girl shouldn't have hesitated. The clown menacingly made its way over, Y/N just letting her hand go, staring at him. The girl stupidly chose not to run either, just stood there, radiating fear, crying loudly. The clown made its way over to them, looking at Y/N with disappointment. She tried to free his catch. 

"Pennywise.." Y/N shakily said, not out of fear but nervousness. He took a gloved hand and swept her out of the way, teasingly making his way to his prey.

"What do you think you're doing?" Y/N screamed from behind him.

He ignored Y/N, opting for taking the squirming woman in his hands, holding her high into the air. He dipped his head into the crook of her neck, taking a long lick. 

"Tasty..tasty..tasty..fear." The clown croaked, giggling creepily. Lines of drool falling from his parted mouth. 

The girl thrashing as much as she could, calling for help from Y/N, the girl not knowing how to. How do you stop a 13.8 billion year old space demon from eating someone?

Pennywise's eyes rolled back in his skull as his grin spread; wide, wider, impossibly wide, splitting open at the corners and growing still, lips peeling back. The gaping chasm filled itself in with row after row of razor-teeth. Drool and ichor dripped from his cave of a mouth and onto the hysterically crying, screaming, victim, who thrashed weakly in his hold.