Daughter of Pennywise

Wanna balloon?

Sixteen years later, and in CC's P.O.V...

On a wonderfully peaceful day in June, when everyone was leaving school, a little girl was skipping along the sidewalk, all alone.

When I heard her giggles, I smiled and crept across the ground, quietly slipping from shadow to shadow. So far so good. Even before I spoke, her name was already in my head.

"Hiya Annie." She stopped and turned to face me, I smiled warmly. She smiled in return. I held out a pink balloon, her favorite color.

"You wanna balloon?" She nodded eagerly and with a sweet smile I took a step back as she stepped out of the daylight and into the dark alley beside me. My smile twisted to a wicked grin as my green eyes went burnt orange and I extended my fangs...

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I ran happily across the yard and burst through the front door.

"Yo Mom, I'm home!" I burped loudly before picking at some stuff in my teeth.

"You're nearly a half hour late." She stepped into the hallway, eyebrow septically raised. "You're not that late unless you did something you shouldn't have." I froze, color draining from my face. Busted.

"I was...taking the scenic route! Yeah that's it." Her face didn't so much as twitch.

"If there's something on the news about a missing kid again, you're grounded for a week." That did it. I groaned loudly and rolled my head.

"But mom...I was gonna go see the clowns this weekend. I've been skipping for the last three months!" Her face softened.

"You have to go today?" "Yes!" She paused. "You promise to return before one?" "When have I not?" She rolled her eyes before biting her lower lip, we both do that when we're thinking. Finally, she sighed.

"Tell Jasper I said hi." I squealed before wrapping her in a tight hug. "Thanks mom, you won't regret this." "You better make sure I don't. (Sigh) I swear, you're just like..." She trailed off, smile fading. I already knew what she wanted to say.

"My father." She froze before ever so slowly nodding. For as long as I can remember, mom never told me anything about my dad. The only thing she ever said was that he had disappeared a long time ago on business and she hadn't seen him since. As a kid, it was easy for me to believe that, but as I got older I realized that was a bunch of bullshit. If my father was really just your average joe, I wouldn't be a bloodthirsty monster with a love for being a clown.

With a sad smile, she handed me my dark pink duffel bag and I took it before heading to my room to change.