Sexy Pennywise x Reader

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You woke up to sunlight streaming in through your window, dust particles dancing in the air. As you ascended into consciousness, you thought for a second that the previous night's events had almost certainly been a dream. Once you were completely awake, it was something you fully intended to convince yourself of, and you quickly headed downstairs to confirm it.

Everything was normal. The well remained untouched, devoid of any strange marks or substances that hadn't been there when you first moved in. There was no evidence of anything living down here, or having made its presence known to you just the night before, and you ultimately left in confidence. At least, what you chose to believe was confidence; there remained an uncertainty deep in your belly, an internal voice that told you what you had encountered was not any old dream.

You went about your daily tasks as normal, though more slowly than usual due to your developing unease. You found yourself examining things more closely, watching corners and doorways as if you expected something to appear where it shouldn't. As if you expected something to be sharing your space with you. You hardly even knew how you would behave if you discovered this to be true, or how the concept made you feel—the resulting emotion was somewhat akin to fear, and yet, it wasn't exactly bad. Perhaps it was more of an excitement. You had led a rather straightforward and admittedly boring life up to this point, and you hadn't expected anything but the same going forward. Now, however, there was the possibility of something changing that, and this brought you a sense of anticipation. Not too strong of one, for fear of getting your hopes up, but one nonetheless.

At around noon, you heard the voices of children outside the house, loud and giddy. From the second floor, you peered out the window from behind the drapes, careful so as to not be seen. The figures down below had another teenager within their grasp, harshly grabbing and shoving him towards the front lawn, whooping and hollering all the way. The visibly frightened boy was vastly outnumbered, and was roughly pulled back into the group with each attempt to flee. After a moment or two of observing the scene, you calmly closed the drapes. It was an unfortunate sight, but one you were greatly accustomed to, and saw no need to interfere with. Kids would be kids.

As night fell once more, you laid in bed with your favorite novel in your lap. It was a distraction, more or less, and so you were quickly broken from it the minute you saw the object in your peripheral vision. A bright red, it was hard to miss. It floated into the room through the slightly open door, which you had chosen not to close this time around; part of you thought it might be a good idea to leave it open at least a little. You were about to find out if that part of you had been correct.

The balloon moved through the air until it hovered lightly at your bedside, producing faint rubbery sounds as you scooted closer to it. It appeared real as anything could ever be, meeting your raised, eager fingertips with a gentle bump. Your attempt to believe your experiences were nothing but a dream were long gone now, completely overcome by your excitement as you continued to touch the balloon; what you had seen last night had definitely been real. A voice, sudden, soft, and eerily close, arose from the silence then.

"Aren't ya scared?"