Lost and Found (a Pennywise x reader story)

Unfinished

A/N: while looking through old notes, I found an unfinished chapter that was suppose to be after the last one.
I've thought about remaking the story as a whole, but still, I have a short attention span 🫥

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Cold, I thought.

I shiver, holding myself as best as I could. I laid on a mattress leaning against the pile of things. I had just awoken from a nap, the freezing cold waking me. I look around, seeing no clown in sight. I suppose he was out.

I try to stand, feeling stronger than I did before. My legs ache, but thankfully I was able to stand. I prevent moving my right arm much, the bone still fragile to the touch. I turn and look through the pile, hoping for a blanket. My left hand shuffles the pile around, throwing useless things aside.

I eventually found the edge of what seemed to be a sheet. I pull it, revealing it to be a bed sheet, with a strawberry print. For being a little dirty, It was quite cute.
I put it around myself, looking through the pile again. I found many things, like a doll, toy race cars, a ripped poster of some band, a rusty harmonica, and some toy keys.

The pile wasn't very large, so the rest seemed mostly of trash.
I look around once more, making sure I was alone.
I walk to my bag, opening it and reaching inside. I feel the knife I stashed in it, taking it out. I stare at it, my heart beginning to beat a little faster of the thought of what I could do with it.

I put it back.
I grab a snack I packed, feeling a little hungry.
I open the bag and begin eating, sitting back on the mattress.

I need to think up of something, I thought to myself, something to get me out of here.

Well, let's think about our psycho kidnapper, Pennywise. He's... something. A monster? An alien? Obviously something not normal if he's able to change his form.
So he's definitely much stronger than me.
But he can be convinced.
He likes it when I'm submissive.

I stretch a little but then hiss in pain, looking down at my right arm.
I'd have to wait until that healed.

Wait until my right arm is better, stay submissive until this clown trusts me.
Then...
I look to my bag, remembering the knife.

I should probably think of sneaking out first.

I look around the sewer place, the sound of water flowing echoing. There were so many passage ways, one was bound to lead me out.
But I might never be fast enough.

So plan.
Wait until arms healed, hope the clown trusts me, look for a possible escape. If none is found... then fight.

When I reach in the bag for more food, I realize I had eaten it all.

I crumble the bag and throw it behind me, not caring about it. It was the sewers after all.

Then I began to wonder. Where had Pennywise gone?
I was a little scared to know.
He could be doing anything.

Suddenly I hear a splash of water, making me turn quickly.
Speak of the Devil.
The shadow of Pennywise's tall stature stands in one of the large sewer pipes. He walks onto the platform and out of the water, a brown bag in his hands.

The light above illuminates his feature, his eyes blue. I suppose he's alright today.

I look at the brown bag as he walks up to me, looking down at me. He hands me the bag, then slowly sitting down next to me without saying a word. I move away a little, still uncomfortable around him.

I look down at the brown bag, then looking at Pennywise "what is it?"

"Food" he states.

I open it, seeing a plastic wrapped sandwich.

"Where'd you get it?" I ask.

"Found it."

I debated whether he stole it from someone or grabbed it from some trash can "okay..."

I look down at his hands, seeing them fumble, his fingers rubbing against each other.

"What do you do... as friends?" Pennywise slowly asks.

I thought about the question, trying to think of a good answer, "well... friends talk to each other about their life and what they like. They hang out by going to places and having fun. And they tell each other secrets and trust each other."

I guess it occurred to Pennywise that I didn't trust him from the way his face scrunched when I said trust.

I reach into the bag and grab the sandwich, inspecting it to make sure it wasn't dirty. I unwrap the plastic on it, then taking a bite. It actually wasn't that bad.

I look over to Pennywise, seeing that he looked off to the distance. I assumed he was thinking. But the expression on him made me a bit afraid of what it was, seeming a bit annoyed.

"I'm sorry" I mutter, making him turn back to me "I'm still not used to all this. You know since it happened so suddenly."

He must have seen something on my face, bringing his hand up and wiping my cheek. I jump a bit from the action, unused to his touch.
He pulls back, looking at his hand.

"Have you always cared for children or is it just your friend?" He asks suddenly.

"What do you mean?"

"When you first saw me outside of your dreams."

Right, when he was Bob, the little boy. I've never really hated children, always finding them cute, but I couldn't imagine myself with a kid.

"My friend is an assistant teacher for a middle school, so she knows more about kids than me... but I'd always help a helpless child. Why show yourself like that?"

"Humans always help the helpless. Only way I could think of to see..." he doesn't finish, closing his hand and lowering it. "You can move well, you must be healing fast."

"After being hit by a car, I'm surprised I can even walk" I mutter, then gulping to try to ease my dry throat. No matter how much I tried to get used to his presence, I couldn't get rid of this anxious feeling. That I should be running away.

We stay silent for another moment, the sound of water trickling in the sewers echoing.

"There'll come a time when you'll trust me. Till then, I'll try my best to learn how to trust you." Pennywise states, looking back to me.

"What about the people that are trying to kill you?" I blabber out. It came so suddenly, I didn't realize I was holding that question in.

Surprisingly, Pennywise smiles with baby blue eyes "no need to worry."

With that, I could only wonder what that meant. I decide not to ask about it any further.

"You should rest. Heal." He suggests.

"Its too cold to..." I admit. I didn't want to be in this sewer anymore, but obviously there was nothing I could do about to that.

Another moment of silence.

"Can you walk long?" He asks.

I look to my bruised legs, "I can try."

Pennywise stands, and walks towards a sewer path. I stand as well, the ache to my legs returning. I walk to him, limping a little. As if impatient, Pennywise goes back to me and lifts me.