• THE CURSE OF DERRY • PENNYWISE X READER

Chapter 20

CHAPTER 20

As the child ran out of the cavern, he slowly approached me, standing close enough for me to feel the heat of his breath on my face.

His eyes were bright orange, with a lining of red, intensifying his pupils. He smiled, filled again with his flesh devouring teeth. I stood still looking back at him as he continued to close in. Stretching his arm forth, he wrapped his fingers tightly around my throat, lifting me up and off my feet, pulling me closer to his face. He looked me up and, inspecting me, before he chuckled. Beads of sweat now dripped from the top of my hair line and nose.

"What do you fear?" He chuckled, as he continued to lift me off of my feet.

I could barely breath let alone speak, he was still chuckling at the sight of me being so helpless, I struggled to escape his grip, grabbing ahold of his hands. He froze, leaning his head back to face the ceiling, his eyes began to squint as his upper jaw divided once again, but this time it was different, I could see everything.

He continued to slowly hoist me off the ground, and into the air. I looked down, into his throat, his teeth, thousands of them, all were covered in saliva, and deeper down in the centre of this orifice, were three bright orange lights. I tried to turn my head away, unsuccessfully, I squeezed my eyes shut tight instead, still gasping for air, I managed to speak.

"L-l-living a life w-without y-you in it..." I struggled.

He slowly continued to pull my face towards his, the sound of screams and pain crawled from his throat, getting closer and closer to me.

"The r-real you, the o-one who cares..." I studdered, my eyes still sealed tight.

He froze, not moving in anyway, the only thing to move was the dribbling saliva dripping from the top of his jaw and into the bottom. His eyes, widened, almost flashing from a lighter shade of red to orange, his grip began to loosen around my neck.

He backed away slightly, making hacking noises, almost as if he was chocking. His face began to pull back together, creating one whole piece of his mouth once again. His grip fully slacked, dropping me down onto the cold hard floor. I reached up to my throat, to feel the imprint of his fingers from his constrictor like grip, coughing and gagging as I wiped my eyes and face.

I stood still as he walked away from me, looking up and down and back again to my direction. His eyes were almost filled with fear. He screeched in pain, as his teeth retracted and then stuck back out again repeatedly.

"What have you done too me!?" IT screeched, now on his knees, with both hands upon his chest.

I continued to stare back upon him in horror, I had no idea what was happening to him. He pulsated and gyrated, ending up on the floor, in a little puddle of water where he continued to squirm around.

He stopped wriggling for a moment, and stared at me, his eyes still bright orange, but fear in his eyes still strong. He stopped moving altogether and starred up at me. I walked a step closer, and he edged away, with each step I took, when he suddenly went limp, leaning his large body against a pile. His eyes shut, and his whole body was still, he laid there with his lower half in another puddle, the whole room suddenly silent.

I edged over towards his seemingly unconscious body hesitantly, he wasn't moving in the slightest way, not even the expansion of his chest was apparent.

I nervously stretched out my hand and touched his head whiles calling his name.

"Penny?" I whispered.

His whole body trembled as he deeply inhaled. I jumped back and squealed, giving him a decent metre of space. He leant forward, making a sound as if he were gasping for air. He either couldn't or wouldn't hold his weight, causing him to face plant down into the puddle in which his feet had been.

I stood distantly, now aware that he's still alive and may try to attack me, but I knew I still had to approach him. I cared about the good side of him to much not to.

"Pennywise?..." I asked edging closer, bit by bit.

I froze as he moved, he made strange noises, a few moans and groans. He pulled his face out of the puddle, just enough for him to breathe, as water dripped down from his forehead and off of his nose. But there was something strange about each little droplet that fell from his face. Each one was filled with what appeared to be a white paint, dripping down with the water. I stood still, watching from a distance as he continued to lift himself up and out of the water, one hand at a time. His arms shook as he managed to lift himself up and out of the puddle, pulling himself toward me on his hands and knees.

"Y...yo...you've never met the real me though... You've never seen me for who I used to be" He said stumbling.

I looked at him as a tear rolled down my cheek. He continued to drag his body towards me, slowly looking up through his long red hair that had began to fall down from his head, covering up his face. He reached towards me, lifting his arm off of the ground. As he reached, his glove seemed to  melt off his hand, the remnants floating above his hand and into the air.

I bent down onto my knees, resting my hands on my thighs, trying to inspect this seemingly new face. I looked closer, as he leant upwards to face me, his orange hair fell down completely, under it luscious brown curls laid, the hair fell down off of his face, revealing the same gorgeous man I had seen when I danced with Pennywise at the fair.