Sexy Pennywise x Reader

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You momentarily flailed as you were lifted up into the air, completely unprepared for the sudden lack of gravity. In your newly induced state of panic, you locked eyes with the clown whose hands were holding you at the waist. There was a menacing grin quickly spreading across his face, revealing the almost cutesy pair of buck teeth positioned just beneath his lip.

"What?!" you managed to question amidst your disorientation, your hands desperately grabbing onto the frilly cuffs at his wrists for security. You felt you might somehow topple right out of his grip otherwise. "What do you mean, play?"

He released a low chuckle first. "If you listen to me carefully, I'll let you live," he said, his voice playful and yet gravelly. It was deep in a way that almost felt fake, though you couldn't rightly explain why; maybe it was a clown thing. He brought you closer to him then, allowing you to hover just inches from his face as he continued, "I'm going to give you the chance of a lifetime."

Before you could process this, he began walking back towards the wall he had initially helped you from. Lowering himself to a crouch, he positioned you before him, his gloved hands gravitating to your arms and clamping down with a likely unnecessary amount of strength. His expression remained as it had previously been, dementedly giddy and intimidating in its own right.

"You'll do everything I tell you," he explained, "and if you listen, I won't hurt you. I'll even let you go back up. All you have to do is help little ol' me with some favors." The clown's dialect was childishly simplistic, as if he refused to break character despite your knowledge on his less-than-child-friendly activities. You weren't about to question it, though you raised a brow in response to the vague description of this "chance of a lifetime". You weren't sure you even wanted to know what was about to be asked of you. Thankfully, you weren't given the opportunity to ask. "You want to know what favors?" he continued, his grip on your biceps briefly tightening before loosening again, as if the prospect of his own demands excited him. "It's just some small, teensy favors. You'll be back before you know it, and no one will know you were ever gone."

The vagueness here was downright unsettling. Your expression only radiated further concern as a result, but Pennywise didn't seem to notice or care. "I can't tell you everything yet," he added, one hand releasing your arm to position itself at your chin, gripping it just a tad too harshly as he tilted your head upwards. "But if you do what I say, I'll tell you more." How positively promising.

"Just tell me what to do," you finally uttered, desperate to get a better sense of what was happening here. You couldn't make heads or tails of Pennywise's intentions as a result of how frequently his dialogue and moods seemed to flip-flop. What were you about to get yourself into?

Evidently satisfied with this answer, he released you entirely, crawling several steps away from you and prompting a small ounce of disappointment that nearly made you sick. You couldn't believe you were feeling this way...and about this guy, of all creatures. You simply panted as you awaited further instruction.

"There's a little girl in town named Debby," he began, his gloved hands hanging between his legs in an animalistic sort of manner. "She lives two neighborhoods over. She loves her favorite dolly, a little stuffed toy with yellow yarn hair and button eyes. Every day, she goes outside to play with it. She tosses it in the air and says she's sorry when she drops it. She would do anything for her little dolly." His painted grin widened alongside his words. "Sometimes, a voice calls to her from the bathtub drain. It speaks to her from the sink. It says it's her dolly, real and alive, hurt and scared. It says it needs her." His voice became more reminiscent of a growl at this, his yellow eyes narrowing slightly. "She's scared too, but she wants to help her dolly. But she doesn't know where to go." You could feel your gut sinking in realization of what seemed to be coming. "Dolly will show her the way. And I'll show you where to meet her." The large clown began to crawl closer again, remaining in a crouch as though he were stalking his prey. He only stopped once your faces were eerily close once again, a long string of drool extending from his bottom lip. His next words were ones you had predicted, but that didn't make them any less disturbing.

"You'll meet her, and you'll take her to me."