Sexy Pennywise x Reader

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Over the next few hours, Pennywise's motivation for dragging you down into his underground habitat remained unclear. Shortly after insisting you "stay awhile", he pulled yet another successful vanishing act, causing you to be briefly overcome with disoriented panic as you contemplated what the fuck you were supposed to do now. You still couldn't move. You called for him several more times thereafter, but received no response.

You managed to fall into a light, uncomfortable sleep at some point, your neck aching from your upright position, as you were too afraid to adjust yourself too much due to the state of your leg. You were eventually awoken by Pennywise's return, though he didn't seem to hold any interest in you as he went about his business. On the plus side, however, you were able to learn some things from simply observing him, disturbing as they were.

For one thing, this wasn't the clown's personal graveyard after all—this was, more or less, his kitchen. Your jaw practically dropped to your stomach when you first opened your eyes to see him dragging a freshly dead body into the room, the head missing and blood trailing from the ruined stump of a neck. You'd hardly even begun to process this development when he allowed the body to flop limply against the side of his mountain of garbage, and then his jaw was unhinging grotesquely, his eyes and nose sinking back into his skull to accommodate the various sets of shark-like teeth lining his mouth. You felt unable to look away as he plunged headfirst into the carcass, blood and scraps of flesh flying every which way with his violent movements.

Okay, so Pennywise was a monster. Literally. You had reasonably suspected he wasn't human, but this was almost too much to digest. Ha ha, digest. No, wait, now's not the time for that. What the hell were you supposed to do about all of this?

You waited until he was finished messily devouring his meal, leaving only bones and torn clothing behind. You were suddenly beginning to understand why there was so much junk piled in the center of the room—these must've all belonged to victims at one point or another. After a suitable amount of time had passed, you cautiously asked from your place against the wall, "Are you going to kill me?" Based on what you'd just witnessed, you were almost certainly on the dinner menu, but you wanted to make sure.

Pennywise wiped at his chin with his sleeve, the blood soaking into the fabric. He didn't even bother to look at you. "Not yet," he replied, his voice low and strangely gentle, easily contrasting with what you'd just watched him do. "You wouldn't taste very good."

Wow, okay, rude. It wasn't as if you wanted to be eaten alive, but who was he to call you unappetizing? You just showered this morning, for Christ's sake.

The clown whipped around to face you all of a sudden, his eyes narrowed in a glare. Before you could properly react, he was striding over to you at an almost unnatural speed, lowering to a crouch just inches from your face as he so seemed to enjoy doing. He was leaning toward you, one gloved hand positioned on the dirty ground while the other moved to harshly grab your chin and force it upwards. His eyes were very clearly focused on you now, uninterrupted by whatever lazy eye thing seemed to plague him most of the time. You took notice of the fact that, while you had previously found his eyes to be blue, they were now a vibrant yellow, outlined by a stark red.

"You're human," Pennywise stated, his tone having grown considerably rough since his previous comment. You had no choice but to maintain eye contact as his grip on your chin tightened. "Where is your fear?"

You were caught somewhat off guard by the question; it didn't exactly seem relevant. You weren't even sure how to properly answer it, as you'd been too caught up in your other feelings to consider why you weren't overcome with fear in this situation. It was a rather disturbing scenario, but you couldn't shake the strange sense of excitement that accompanied such new experiences. Well, except for the broken leg part, maybe. That wasn't much fun. But how many people get to say they've been held hostage by a vicious man-eating clown at any point in their lives? There was certainly no harm in shaking things up a little. Of course, you might possibly die down here, but even in this case, fear seemed like it would be a wasted effort. You were stuck here, so you might as well focus your energy on surviving rather than playing crybaby.

You weren't quite sure how you'd explain any of this to Pennywise, but thankfully, you didn't have to. As if your silence had said it all, he released your chin by harshly pushing it aside, his expression radiating contempt as he pulled himself away from you. "Hey, wait!" you called as his retreating figure seemed to dissolve into the darkness, causing a familiar panic to sprout in your chest. "You can't just leave me here! I'm—I'm going to need food at some point, or at least water—"

Before you could finish your plea, something shot out at you from the darkness, causing you to instinctively flinch as it rolled towards you. Upon closer inspection, it appeared to be a canteen of some sort, silvery and now a little roughed up from having been thrown onto the ground. You quickly reached for it, identifying it as mostly full by the comfortable weight in your hands. As you unscrewed the cap, you looked around once more to see if the clown remained nearby, hoping to at least thank him for his apparent generosity in your time of need. Y'know, rather than violently ripping the meat from your bones like he did with that headless kid. However, all you could see beyond you was darkness.

He was gone.