Your Devotion - Slashers x Reader [Book Two]

[Chapter 17: Stolen Sweetheart]

"How did...How did you get in here?" You hesitantly questioned, your back hitting the bedroom door as your heartbeat sped up.

"Hmm, I wonder~" The sinister clown hummed creepily, standing in the middle of your room and smirking at you smugly.

"Okay..." You uneasily responded, thinking back to your previous encounter with Pennywise and growing on-edge.

"Is this a joke? Because if it is, it's really not fun—"
"Hiya, (Y/n)~"
"W-Who are you...?" "And what are you doing in the sewers of all places...?"

"You look like a pretty girl. I bet you have a lot of friends."
"A few..."
"What about those other three? The ones you just fell out with?"
"How do you know about that?"

"Well why else would your pretty little eyes be filled with tears? Those mean girls picked on you again, now didn't they?"
"No...it was me." "I was the mean one."
"And just how are you the mean one?" "Being a bit too hard on yourself there, don't'cha think so, (Y/n)~?"

"I said such cruel words...words that I didn't mean."
"I bet I could cheer you up. How about I...give you another balloon? Do you want a balloon, (Y/n)?"
"No thanks. I uh, don't usually take things from strangers." "Especially from random people down in the sewers. Um...no offence."

"Oh, well, I'm Pennywise. The dancing clown."
"Pennywise...?"
"Pennywise, yes. Meet (Y/n). (Y/n), meet Pennywise. Now we aren't strangers, now are we?"
"I suppose not."

"So why are you in here?" You asked awkwardly, shifting your mind back to the present and wondering how to handle this predicament. "What do you want from me?"

"Hm...What do I want?" Pennywise echoed mockingly, his facial features twisting into a sly grin while he purposely pretended to mull over your question.

Although your eyes widened at what you saw on your way back. You...You could see him. You could see this Pennywise character shifting through the woods and shooting you dark grins. You brooded over your earlier thoughts and gripped the door handle tightly, pondering whether or not you should stand your ground or attempt to run. "Ah, ah, ah~" He cooed wickedly, moving right in front of you and grasping you by the chin. "Open that door and I'll kill you, cutie. Faster."

"You're the one who splashed that blood all over me, aren't you?" You accused coolly, trying to remain calm whilst you glared straight into his gleaming, golden gaze.

"Mmm...I might've been." Pennywise taunted with a manic laugh afterwards, your fear levels rising when you heard it. "But it was just so...so funny!"

"No. It. Wasn't." You argued back bravely, feeling a surge of courage while you used your other hand to curl around his wrist and force it away from your chin. "That wasn't funny at all, you...you son of a bitch!"

"Aw, don't be mad." He sweetly teased, his tone mischievous as his glance glinted with dark intent. "Your fear was tasty. Tasty, tasty, beautiful fear."

"Did you just call my fear...tasty?" You asked in an anxious voice - not appreciating his words in the slightest and instead feeling apprehensive by his remark.

"This isn't real enough for you? I'm not real enough for you? It was real enough for that other girl. What was her name again...? Betty-something...?" Pennywise innocently mentioned, acting as though he was still amused by his previous kill.