Sexy Pennywise x Reader

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Your return to consciousness was a slow and uncomfortable process. Your eyes felt as though they had previously been glued shut, the skin at the edges dry and flaky. As soon as you were awake enough to feel pain, it was there, first climbing down your spine as you instinctively shifted; you were seemingly laid back against a wall, a cold, hard surface that had resulted in a less than desirable sleeping position. However, the back discomfort was nothing compared to what was felt next, a hot spike of pain shooting down your side followed by the worst of it all—your legs. Or was it just one leg? You had managed to move it a little in the process of waking up, and the blistering sensation that resulted was enough to pull all the air from your lungs. You couldn't even remember the last time you'd felt pain so strong.

Gasping for breath, your hands were planted firmly beside you as you attempted to recover. You hadn't even taken the time to examine your surroundings yet due to your unfortunate state; now, as the dreadful throbbing in your leg gradually subsided, you allowed yourself a glance around you.

You were somewhere entirely new, though this wasn't exactly surprising. You could remember having fallen into the well, or rather, having been pulled. The culprit himself didn't appear to be within range, but that was the least of your worries as you took it all in. You were situated in a large, open area, cold and damp, littered with puddles of dirty water and discarded belongings. In the center of the room, there was a rather enormous mountain of items, piles upon piles of toys, clothing, and trinkets that you couldn't rightly justify the presence of. I mean, what the fuck was all this doing down here? You craned your neck until you were able to see the very top, your eyes widening at what appeared to be...oh, lord.

They were too far up to make out the details, but you were almost positive what you were seeing was an array of human bodies floating around the mountain of garbage like some sort of demented merry-go-round. Not all of them were whole, and some were even accompanied by disembodied limbs, bones, and flesh. From what you could tell, the vast majority of them were young—teenagers, some even small children.

Welp, you were really in it now, huh? Based on everything you'd just seen, you were probably hanging out in Pennywise's makeshift cemetery or something. Had he thought you were dead already?

"Pennywise?" you croaked out, which might have seemed like a stupid idea, but what else were you to do? You couldn't move an inch in your current state, and maybe this was all some sort of...misunderstanding. Not the dead children part, but the part about you being stuck in the same room as them. Yeah, that had to be a mistake. "Hello?"

Seconds practically felt like hours as you awaited a response. Eventually, you heard something, though it was far from a voice—a sort of clicking, what might have been the footsteps of something vastly inhuman. You weren't quite sure how to take it, but it ended after only a couple seconds, and then it was quickly followed by a loud slam that had you turning your head to the side to locate the source of the noise. You only realized then that there was a door beside you, though the sound you had just heard had clearly been it shutting. Fuck. Well, it wasn't as if you could have made it through there, anyways. When you finally glanced away from the discovery, he was waiting for you.

"Jesus Christ," you muttered at the sight of the clown having appeared out of nowhere once again, causing your heart to briefly jump into your throat. Did he really have to make his grand entrance like that?

Pennywise looked amused, to say the least, his painted lips turned up into a goofy smile as he crouched down to your level, his arms resting on his knees. "So you're awake," he mused, his voice causing a light echo throughout the chamber you two were in. "I thought you might never wake up!" He released a high giggle at this, once again accompanied by the jingling of bells.

"Pennywise," you began, already panting mildly as a result of the consistent discomfort you were experiencing, "what's going on? Why did you—"

You were unable to finish your sentence, the large clown crawling forward to place a gloved hand on your injured leg. The resulting flash of searing pain caused you to gasp loudly, your body recoiling to the best of its ability. "Oh, my," Pennywise commented, his tone remaining disturbingly giddy as he eyed your leg, "looks like you had a pretty nasty fall! You must be in pain." He sounded awfully chipper to be pointing out such a thing.

"I think...it's broken," you breathed, your fingers digging into the dirty floor as some sort of stabilizer against the pain. "I can't move."

Pennywise's unsettling grin widened, his drifting eyes harboring more of a focus than usual as he watched you. His hand hadn't yet left your leg, but at least he hadn't made any further moves. "I guess you'll just have to stay here awhile, then," he softly replied.

Oh, god. Down here? The proposition caused you to check your surroundings once more, the uncertainty visible on your face. Was this place even suitable for a human to live? No, if anything, it was suitable for a dead human, as evidenced by the unsightly amount of corpses floating above. What were you even supposed to say about that?

As if the clown had read your mind, he suddenly clutched your leg tighter, causing a fresh jolt of pain to snap you out of your thoughts. He leaned in, bringing his face eerily close to yours as his smile continued to spread wider. Fresh drool gathered on his bottom lip as he spoke.

"You'll stay awhile, unless you want to float too."