You enter the room, seeing only darkness. When the door shuts closed behind you, you rely on the hallway light peeking in for support. You then notice that you have your keys with you. Carefully, you remove one of your cute, plushie keychains off of it, using the flashlight attached to it as your light source. You stuff your singular car key into your pocket. The small, furry keychain dangles from the flashlight and gently hits against your wrist, the feeling making you tense up more.
A faint sound of childish giggling is heard from the corner of the room. You point the flashlight in that direction, and see a clown chained up harshly in the center of the room. It smiles at you, the shrill noises still escaping it.
"I– uhm, hello there. My name's Y/n..." you quietly say, unable to control your nervousness. What is that thing..?! And why is it chained up?
"Hee hee hee...! Well, hellooo, Y/n!" the cheerful clown says, dragging out its words. Your body tenses, but you keep speaking. "What's your name?" You already know its name, but you want to hear it from the clown.
"Hee heee!... It's Pennywise the Dancing Clown!" You force a smile, but really just feel pity for the thing.
"Well then... It's lovely to meet you, Pennywise," you manage to utter, tightly gripping the flashlight. The clown leans forward quick, the chains connected to it rattling hard. You flinch, and the clown notices your fear. It slightly moves back. "Didn't mean to scare ya!..." it says in a cheery tone. You shake your head.
"No, I'm sorry, I probably seem rude by that..." you reply with sad eyes. You then tilt your head to the side and ask, "Why are you chained up in this dark room?" Pennywise makes a long, sad, frowny face.
"It's because no one wants to be my frieeend..." It curls itself up and looks down. You feel sorrow for it, and you take another step closer.
"How about... I become your friend? Since I'm the new caretaker here, I'll be able to see you often," you softly suggest, a warm smile on your face. The clown stares with a blank face. Its never experienced this kind of care before.
Without thinking, the clown jumps out at you, the chains stopping it from bashing against you. But it does manage to scratch your leg, deeply too. You clash to the ground harshly, surprised at what just happened. What caused it to lash out like that? Was it something I said?
The clown backs away into the corner, the frown on its face larger.
The door behind you opens, and Anais hurries in. She kneels down and lifts you up. As you and Anais exit the room together, three guards all rush inside the cell, stun guns in their hands.
"What were you thinking, Y/n?!" Anais screeches at you, making you flinch more than when Pennywise scared you.
"I'm alright. It's just a scratch," you assure, covering the cut with your hand. Anais pushes it aside, wincing at how bad it looks. She takes out her radio, and says, "I need someone to bring down a medkit at the cells. Our new caretaker has injured herself." The way she describes it seems to humiliate you somehow, and your cheeks redden with embarrassment.
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Anais brings you to one of the many nurse offices. This is one of the rooms which you would manage, since you are the caretaker here. How ironic is it for the new caretaker to be cared for? You watch Anais carefully tend to your leg wound, which is right on your calf. She wraps it in a bandage messily, some of it hanging loosely down to your ankle.
"I'm sorry," you whisper shyly to Anais, looking down shamefully. She sighs. "It's fine. You've ought to be more careful from now on though." Smiling, you nod.
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Fanfiction"She was their savior." After getting laid off from her job, Y/n is forced to go job hunting. Once she finally does find a job at a nearby asylum, she's hired almost immediately. Although Y/n believes this to be an amazing opportunity, she begins to...
