"I'm not sure I want to run that type of risk y/n" he shakes his head, looking at you with concerned eyes.
"But you snapped out of it"
"Yes, just about" he slams his desk.
"Listen to me" he demands, you look up at him and gulp.
His eyes flicker orange.
"your eye-" you point.
He holds his eyes and turns around, taking deep breaths to calm down.
"Well what other...things can you do"
"Like abilities?" He asks, his voice low.
"Y-yes" you say, turning your head to try and look at his face as he turns around.
"Heightened smell, especially if it's a smell I like..." He looks you up and down, then sighs.
"Strength mortals can only dream of having, or creating machines that can have this amount of strength"
You nod.
"Reading minds too, and of course. Shape shifting" he confirms, shrugging his hands. "So you're powerful then?" You ask with a rhetorical tone.
"My whole purpose is to hurt and feed" he says, slightly sad.
"At least you're aware that's your purpose" you smile slightly.
"Yes, but it's not nice to live with sometimes"
"Are you immortal?" You ask.
"Yes"
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What are you? // Pennywise x y/n
FanfictionLife changes an incredible amount when you come in contact with an inhuman clown, and all your differences don't seem to stop you.