Not Afraid {completed}

little human and her demon clown

...

She'd chosen to take the car that day, expecting already to find a lot of new merch, especially some stuff for their yard at the seasonal Halloween shops. They typically always had the good stuff a few weeks into the season, and she wasn't counting on hauling all those bags home, herself. Especially not when she had a little muscle.

Getting Pennywise into the car was the easy part. The passenger seat was fun, them both jamming to their favorite music together. Her letting him put on her favorite pair of thin orange shades, but she often had to push his hands away whenever he tried to play with the knobs on the console. He seemingly had never heard of air conditioning or a radio. When she'd turned off the car, he'd been curiously drawn to the air vents. Why had they stopped the freezing cold air flow? Only a ticket or potential arrest was not on her agenda, that day. Luckily, they arrived at the store without incident.

She turned off the car, leaning into the backseat for her bag, when she looked over to her friend, noticing the worried look on his face.

"Are you sure?" Pennywise questioned, shifting only slightly as he peered about the hustle and bustle of the people coming from the store. She had taken him into stores before, only in his disguise, not a halloween store and certainly not like this.

"C'mon, I'm not leaving you in the car," she told him assuringly, taking into consideration his apparent apprehension. He still seemed anxious, the girl unlocking the door with a click, and exiting the car. When she noticed that he was still seated, she looked at him through the windshield, beckoning him out.

The clown pointing at the seatbelt button, unable to get out. The girl laughing to herself and going to his side, remarking about him being a child.

...

There were faces and masks on the walls, this trip. Skinned furs, wrapped in plastic, hung from standing racks on the floor. There were ruined shirts, some bloodied up, others torn. Y/N explaining it to him that they were all fake. Regardless of it being artificial, it awoken a deep feeling he had suppressed for long time. Seeing the blood and gore everywhere, made him remember what life was like before Y/N moved in.

Now, he didn't regret meeting her, his life had been considerably better from it. He just sneakily thought about his old diet.

Various full-sized monsters stood by the glass windows, some sporting signs which read "Try Me!". Monsters Y/N immediately neared to inspect. Monsters It knew by name, having been around for so long. The Mummy, a Zombie, Dracula, a couple female figures people called "witches". There was never any brew in those cauldrons, only funky LED lights and bubbling sounds.

His human stopped in front of what the humans thought a scary clown should look like--and he growled. A garish one-piece costume, covered with large dots and specks of blood, a fluffy collar around its neck. The face was white with black holes for eyes, the eyes too obviously fake to pass as real. Goopy, thick fake blood dripped from the clown's mouth, and in its hands, it held a fake child. Y/N stepped on a small pad on the floor in front of it, and the clown chuckled as it came to life. Cackles poured from within the false clown's chest, its body slowly swaying side to side the fake child screaming its head off.

She restrained her laughter as she gave Pennywise a glance. His eyes widened in disgust and disbelief.

"What, you don't like Wrinkles?" A serpentine hiss spelled out Penn's distaste, to which she actually laughed.

"Can't say I blame you, Penicillin. Most people don't know what a scary clown SHOULD look like." She said with a wink.

Thankfully, she continued by Wrinkles to look at the next beast in line: a wolfman. It stood taller than her, mechanical bits covered by a gray "shirt" and black "pants". Clawed hands were coated in "blood", its fangs bared in a permanent snarl. Like with Wrinkles, Y/N pressed the trigger on its paw. Red eyes flickered on as the monster's head turned from side to side. The jaw moved in sync with the growls it emitted, before its head tilted back with a programmed howl.