Not Afraid {completed}

floating together

...

When they got back to the house, Deja began to cook up something, as Y/N went to the bathroom to change. Pennywise following after her because he didn't want to be left alone and uncomfortable with Deja.

"Who's a pretty demon clown?" Y/N giggled behind Pennywise, him staring at himself in the full body mirror in her bedroom. Y/N had only been a moment in the bathroom, her telling him to wait out here for his surprise. A few blinks followed, and he turned away from his reflection. And deadpanned.

The woman before him was Y/N's height, had her curly hair and her brown skin. Only his eyes widened at the sight, the woman before him. Her skin was powdered with a lighter colored powder, her matte red lipstick pulled from the corners of her mouth, reaching above her eyebrows. Her nose was colored red, in the same fashion as his. Her once dark eyes were now a golden yellow color, definitely artificial.

Her curly black hair was in two puffs, the hair damp and tightly coiled. 

Her outfit had also changed, she now garbed in a white babydoll dress that reached her upper thighs. The dress had puffy sleeves and a scoop neck that revealed her cleavage. She was wearing a pair of white ripped stockings and white gloves and a white ruffled choker around her neck. 

That was strange. She looked like him.

"Thought I'd surprise you." she stated. 

"What do you think?" she pressed on, observing herself in the mirror and spinning around. Pennywise didn't respond, preferring to watch her in silence. How had she managed such an unnoticed transformation? Even It couldn't help but produce a sound whenever it chose to morph its body in clown form.

She looked pretty, his friend looked so pretty.

"You look nice, very nice little human." He said, forming something of a smile.

"Thank you." 

...

Pennywise hadn't realized that he had zoned out for a second, lost in his new toy. Only his attention was brought back when short laughter first filled his ears. Some disgustingly-sweet smell filled his nose, sparking his interest.

The scent he could smell grew stronger as he neared the kitchen. Bright-blue eyes opened, taking in the sights. Standing a few feet away from Y/N, her seated at the table and occupied at the stove was her friend, garbed in a dark sweater and drawstring sweatpants. She was not dressed in her Halloween attire yet. The girl was stirring something in a pot, chatting with Y/N over something that had happened "last Halloween".

She was first to address the clown.

"Hey Penn," she snickered, prompting Deja to turn and look in curiosity. 

"Uh, hey, Pennywise. Didn't hear ya come in," his friend greeted. Ignored, since Pennywise was fixed on staring at Deja with suspicion. She'd been by this house a few times in the past, so those eyes of his weren't their murderous piercing gold. 

Y/N's giggle was nearly silent. "I'm about to do her costume makeup. It's Halloween, remember?"

 Pennywise nodded at her, and then at the fridge. Y/N paused for a second, and reached around her friend, grabbing a single-serve container of apple juice from the door.

"Hand it to him," Y/N spoke, handing it to Deja. At that, Deja turned around, opening the bottle and slowly offering it out to the clown. Initially, Pennywise didn't move. Staring eyes fell to Y/N, as if awaiting her nod of approval. A quick smirk and a slight twitch of her head were signal, enough.