Not Afraid {completed}

cloyed

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Hours later, when Pennywise returned home, Y/N was seated at the kitchen table, sipping slowly on a chocolate shake. She had pulled her costume off, stripped herself of the makeup, clad in nightclothes. She had microwaved her food from the restaurant, and had the severed squirrel tail in the middle of the table, him wondering why.

Pennywise quietly came up behind her, gauging her. Only she had already seen him, heard him, felt him come into the room. She was getting more and more perceptive.

"So, did you have a good Halloween?" She asked, the clown going to pick up the tail, shoving it into his mouth.

The clown seated himself on the table top, staring at his guardian that sat across from him at the table. A hand over the lid of her milkshake, accepting brown eyes on him. Her straw barely touched her lips.

"Yes. Hollow-ween was lovely." He said around the mouthful, his hands in his lap.

"So, what did you do?"

It swallowed its mouthful, then returned a suspicious glance. Did she fail to remember their deal?

"Did anybody die?" Y/N asked, looking up at him. It chewed, paused, and shook its head yes.

"Anyone near us?" A brow rose in her growing suspicion. It shook its head no, its bells jingling.

"Your rest is coming soon, do you feel full enough?"

A nod.

"Did you--any children?" She asked, looking up at him, her brown eyes resembling sadness. She already knew the answer to her question, but she wanted him to answer.

Another nod yes.

She took a slurp of her chocolate shake and started again, "Penn, I'm not mad or anything. I asked for this, I'm just embarrassed in myself."

"Why?"

"I tried to change you, because of what I felt. You'd done something for so long and I tried to change you because of my beliefs, I didn't even care about your routine enough to let you be yourself. I've been a real dickhead to you." She spoke.

Pennywise opened his mouth to say something when the small kitchen television interrupted him, the reporter cutting him off.

"On this awful Halloween night, we have multiple submissions and calls all pertaining to recent abductions and maybe murders of young children. Y/N paid attention, then. Taking up the remote to increase the volume.

"Parents are devastated, their children have left without a trace, the only lead police have right now, is a few eye-witness reports of torn costumes and a weird sound coming from the drains," declared the reporter on the TV. Y/N was tempted to ignore him, silent as she sipped the last of her beverage through her straw.

"This upcoming interview is of a distraught mother, please turn away if the content is too much to bear." As the man on TV continued to explain, a tearful mother appeared on the screen, clutching her chest and a picture of her son. Her bawling and begging for his return, the girl doing her hardest to not tear up.

Since the culprit was standing in front of her. The woman gave such an emotional and tearful confession, the thought crossed her mind on how she would respond. Even her eyes welled up at the touching words.

"Those on scene claimed to have witnessed a weird sound from the sewer and there are different drains covered in costume accessories and fabrics," continued the reporter, the clip's audio having been muted, and the identities of those involved blurred.