• THE CURSE OF DERRY • PENNYWISE X READER

Chapter 11

CHAPTER 11

So it's Friday, and I'm on my way to this parade, and my biggest dilemma today is this, what do I wear? I walked over to my cupboard and with both hands, throwing the doors open like some majestic super hero or something. I started searching through the variety of outfits that I owned.

"Nope, nope, no, nope, no, no, how can't there be any outfits in a cupboard filled with clothes?!" I laughed painfully.

I continued to search, determined that I'd find something decent to wear. And so I found an outfit, and it felt pretty good. I looked at myself in the mirror flaunting what my mumma gave me when I realised, tragedy had struck, I need a pair of matching fucking shoes! I had a moment once again, leading me to throw my now over it self, on my bed and moan.

"If I can't find shoes to match I'm so not going" I moaned.

I felt like the Grinch, when he couldn't find an outfit and refused to go to the Holiday Cheermesiter. I'm acting like a twelve year old now, who gives a shit what you wear right? No ones ever made a comment about it before, so why worry now.

I rolled off of the bed and leant down toward the bottom of my wardrobe, and began searching through my shoe collection.

"Ahah, converse. They always work with a dress" I said excitedly.

I looked down at myself and then in my mirror.

"Why am I even wearing a dress?" I chuckled.

I wondered around my room looking down upon the ridiculous outfit I found myself in. It looked fine, but girly wasn't exactly my style. The dress was a maroon, skin tight, off the shoulder dress which reached just above my knees.

"Screw it" I yelled walking out of my bedroom, grabbing my shoulder bag on the way out.

"Lets do this shit!" I cheered heading down the stairs.

I stormed out the front door feeling like Emperor Kusco, in a fugly dress, with decent shoes, the only thing that didn't make me as cool as Kusco was the fact that I wasn't wearing the same sandles, but hey, that didn't stop me.

On my way there, I starred at each and every single one of the stormdrains placed on the gutter of each street, hoping he would pop his head out and say 'Hi', but he never did.

When I got to the fair, I was instantly surrounded by circus folk, there were carnies everywhere. The air was filled with the smell of food, peanuts, cotton candy, hotdogs and of course, popcorn. There were children screaming from the rides, and marching bands playing whilst walking through the streets, attractions where you could win cheap cuddly toys, mirrored mazes and bumper cars. The lights and the circus music playing took me back to my childhood, the joyful screams made me want to ride the portable roller coasters, my eyes beamed at all the sights and sounds.

As I got deeper into the crowds of people I walked past a stage where people were dancing to folk music. The sight of people dancing in sync to the crazy music made me laugh. Still watching I walked on where I came across a stand where they were selling fresh pop corn, salted, buttered, caramelized and more. The salty ones are my favourite. I bought a small bucket and wondered around for a bit longer. I bought a few cheap trinkets that everyone would buy at events like these.

I started walking back to the stage where people were still dancing their hearts out. I grabbed a handful of pop corn and started to eat them bit by bit, looking around at all the different people dancing when my attention was captured by a familiar face, Pennywise stood up on the stage. I waited for him, wanting him to turn around and see me.

"Pennywise?" I yelled across the crowds.

The clown turned around revealing a normal entertainers face.

"Hey there Y/N, you called?" A stranger said from behind, I turned around to see him.

Pennywise stood a good few steps away from me. I dropped my pop corn from the unexpected fright, I looked up and gazed at the giant.

"What the hell man?" I yelled.

"Oh, you dropped your pop corn, that's my favourite" He chuckled, with a teasing voice.

"Same here, wait what are you doing at a fair?" I asked a little confused.

"Well, I'm Pennywise the Dancing Clown, and I love the circus" He said smiling almost densely, he was acting, well odd.

"What are you doing around so many people?" I asked.

He didn't respond to my question, instead his attention was taken by the stage with the dancers. He looked back down at me before saying;

"Follow me" He said taking my hand.

We pushed through the crowds and towards the stage of random dancing where he looked down at me expectedly.

"No, no, no there ain't no way I'm dancing up there" I laughed.

He persisted, practically dragging me over. His hand wrapped around my waist, the grip he used wasn't harsh or controlling but almost comforting.

"Come on, dance with me" He was insisting.

He started to dance by himself, still trying to urge me over. He didn't dance like I expected him too, instead of laughing and dancing like a clown, he danced nicely.

I gave in and took his hand, as I looked upon it, it was almost like we were in a different place? His white glove slipped away revealing bare skin, his dirty white pants turned to casual jeans, his puffy blouse turned into a nice casual shirt, his orange and fluffy hair turned into a lovely soft brown hair, his eyes a big green grey. He pulled me close and started to slowly dance with me, there was no sound besides soft music playing. It looked like we were dancing in a field with grass gently blowing in the wind, trees with beautiful fairy lights twinkled in the tree line. My head pressed against his chest, as we continued to slow dance, his eyes looking down onto me, as I looked up into his, falling deep into them.

He pulled away from me and once again, and I saw him as the clown I had met. I looked at him confused, but I could still see those eyes that belonged to the man I was dancing with before.