Sexy Pennywise x Reader

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The air surrounding you was cold and thick with moisture, contrasting with the warmth of your skin. The water lapping at your ankles was freezing, and yet beads of sweat were gathering on your forehead as you stood alone in the dark, a familiar flashlight gripped in your right hand.

You were unable to mask your surprise when Pennywise handed it to you, crisp and clean, devoid of scratches or flaws since your descent into the well. He had most likely returned to the basement to get it for you, but it caused you a flustered surprise nonetheless, as if it was such an uncharacteristic act of kindness amidst your circumstances. Surely there were plenty of other flashlights hidden in that mound of garbage for Pennywise to pull from, right? Why bother to grab yours?

You tried not to think too deeply on it, as the realization of just how hard you were crushing on the sadistic clown disturbed you to no end. You had far more important things to be focusing your energy on, anyhow—which brought you to your current state of affairs.

This was where Pennywise had instructed you to wait, his whisper of a voice guiding you through the sewers until he had abruptly told you to stop. You couldn't see so much as a foot ahead of you, as he had insisted you leave your flashlight off until he said otherwise; it rested at your side for now, useless. In your other hand was something else. Something small and dainty, rusted and old. You knew how to use it, and yet you were afraid of its intended purpose.

You were there for at least ten minutes before you heard anything. You weren't quite sure what you were waiting for—a signal from Pennywise himself, perhaps. This wasn't the case, however, as your attention was eventually grabbed by the distant sound of footsteps. Small footsteps, certainly that of a child, tiny shoes splashing through the shallow water. Her voice rang out mere seconds later, high and saturated with worry.

"Dolly! Dolly, where are you?" she cried out into the darkness, her voice echoing through the chambers of the sewer. Your feet felt frozen in place; by god, you weren't ready for this.

After a couple moments, the footsteps ceased. There was nothing but the occasional dripping of dirty water from somewhere up above, the natural flow of the sewers taking over. You tried to stifle your breathing for the sake of the silence.

"Dolly, I'm scared," the girl whimpered from somewhere beyond, her tone teetering on the edge of despair. You thought you could hear faint crying.

"Now." His voice was clear, an all-too-familiar whisper in your ear in the midst of the silence. Your heart was pounding rapidly in your chest as you moved to comply, holding the flashlight in the pit of your arm so you could operate the device in your left hand. You twisted the small metal crank until a pleasant tune could be heard, a sound that little Debby recognized all too well.

"Dolly?" she sniffled after a second or two, her voice regaining a hopeful lilt. "Is that you?" Her footsteps picked back up again as she drew towards the source of the sound, causing your panic to increase. She was coming closer, and quickly.

She was only a couple feet away when she tripped. At least, that was what it sounded like—unbeknownst to you, she had been pushed by an unidentifiable force, causing her to fall headfirst into the murky pool of water below. Her utter shock was quickly followed by an elongated wail, an expression of her fear and turmoil as she laid in the dirty water. You simply tried to ignore it as you stepped closer to her shadowy figure in the dark, switching on your flashlight once you stood just before her.

She was a mess. Her once blonde hair had been completely soiled, now a strange blend of brown and grey thanks to the sewage laced throughout her locks. Her face was no better, a combination of fresh tears and filth that made you want to look away. It was far from a pretty sight.

"Who are you?" she asked through her heavy sobs, still positioned on her hands and knees, though one hand was now raised in defense against the beam of the flashlight.

Christ, were you supposed to answer that? You didn't think you could, in all honesty; not while knowing the eventual outcome of this situation. Instead, you closed in on her, the beating of your heart roaring in your ears, blocking everything else out in the wake of your adrenaline. She made an attempt to move at the very last second, resulting in a loss of balance and causing her to slip further into the water, but you freaked out at the mere concept of resistance and acted before you could think. The sound of hard plastic against bone echoed across the walls, followed only by a soft splash and then deafening silence.

Your breaths were warm and shallow, the only thing you could hear besides your own heartbeat as you stared at the still form beneath you. Once you refocused the beam of your flashlight, the light flickering as it recovered from the sudden impact, you could see the red making its way through the girl's hair while she laid facedown in the water. She was either dead or would be soon enough, and you didn't really want to find out which it would be. Per your captor's instructions, you leaned down and hefted the girl upwards with a grunt of effort, ultimately slinging her over your back. Sadly, you weren't exactly cut out for hard labor.

You shone your flashlight throughout the tunnels as you made your way back, guided by the light alongside the faint pull of Pennywise's voice, disembodied but alluring all the same. The weight on your shoulders seemed to increase as you trudged through the sewage, but you felt compelled to continue forward if for no reason other than to get yourself out of this dangerous situation. You entered Pennywise's lair through the large, vault-like door you had grown familiar with over the weeks, recalling the ear-splitting noise it would make upon shutting, though it made no such movement now.

Within seconds of entering the chamber, you collapsed, only noticing the dull, yet painful throbbing of your newly healed leg once you were on the ground. It probably hadn't expected to be worked so hard so soon. You tried to be careful in handling your load, but the girl simply tumbled to the floor as you did, her landing appearing far more painful than yours certainly was, causing you to wince at the sight of her limbs flailing about. Whoops. These things weren't as pretty as they were made out to be in media, it would seem. She began to move in response, the sharp impact having woken her from her previous bout of unconsciousness; she groaned in pain as she began to recover from the fall, though she didn't make it very far. He was already here.

"Debby," a chillingly pleasant voice rang through the air, prompting the child in question to look to the source of it hopefully. "Debby, I'm here." She knew it to be the voice of her prized possession in the flesh, the entity she had been chasing all along. Her eager gaze drew upwards, growing wider with every second, shock and fear slowly overtaking her features until it landed on the creature speaking to her. It resembled her dolly, and yet it very much didn't—it was a grotesque representation of her lost toy, tall and gruesome, the button eyes withered and hanging listlessly from their empty sockets, the yarn hair patchy and unraveling. Its mouth, torn open like a broken zipper, was lined with hundreds of needle-like teeth. "And now that you're here," it cooed, its previously soft tone swiftly dissolving into a gruff, monstrous bellow, "YOU CAN JOIN ME!"

You watched with what might have been relieved exhaustion as Pennywise tore into his victim's throat with ease, Debby's form quickly becoming nothing more than clumps of bloodied flesh and clothing. It was a sight you were far beyond accustomed to at this point, and having the reigns taken from you was a welcome development now. You sat upon the ground and panted, the adrenaline gradually slowing in your veins.

The monstrous clown licked his chops as he concluded his meal, and then his golden eyes slowly drifted in your direction. He didn't complete his transformation back into Pennywise, but rather, retained his enormous maw of blood-soaked teeth as he crawled over to you, the entire scene akin to something you might see in The Thing. It surely would've horrified any ordinary person to the point of wetting their pants, at least. He halted at your feet, drool spilling in a small pool before you as a rather unappealing gurgling sound erupted from his throat. You winced at the sound, wanting to back away from the entire thing and yet glued to the floor in your curiosity. After a second or two of grotesque hacking, a small, soaked object was flung from the dark pit of Pennywise's esophagus, landing in a puddle between your legs. It was tattered and filthy, but recognizable all the same.

It was a dolly.