Never Trust A Clown (Pennywise X OC/Reader)

ⓒⓗⓐⓟⓣⓔⓡ ⓣⓗⓡⓔⓔ: Red Umbrella

A week passed since the eventful day that (Y/n) encountered Pennywise the dancing clown. Throughout that week more children went missing, some of their bodies were found the next day. Some of these missing children were never seen again. One of the victims ran away from home after dark and was also never seen again. There was no trace of the backpack on the child's back either. The other two children that went missing were twins that were playing in the woods before sunset. After their disappearance, their torn apart bodies and body parts were found in different alleyways. Some of their body parts were found in the river while the other body parts were missing- or eaten. Another curfew was enforced on the small town that restricted children to be out on the streets after 7 pm to ensure their safety while the police were still investigating.

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(Y/n) was hurrying down the street, running actually. She was trying to avoid the pouring rain that didn't bother to show her any mercy. She was already soaked from head to toe. The streets were empty and it was already long past dark. Stopping midway the poor girl breathed out heavily as she tried to catch her racing breath. Her knees were shaking as she bent over. She was shivering in the tight blue dress that clung to her as if it was her skin itself.
She couldn't understand how it was sunny a few hours ago and suddenly rainy out of no where. The weather forecasts predicted it to be sunny all day. On top of that, it was getting late. It was almost nine pm. (Y/n) didn't expect the function to end that late. She also didn't like leaving her sister home alone for so long...even with locked doors. If something happened to her sister she knew her parents would never look at her again. She was already the outcast in the family and she didn't want to imagine what it would be like to be abandoned by her family completely. Her mother died in the mental hospital just a few weeks ago. (Y/n) barely gets along with her real siblings and her father. Her father wouldn't bother to have a proper conversation with her. The only thing he could get himself to say was: "How's your mother?" On the other hand (Y/n) has never been acknowledged by her stepmother. Her sister is probably the nicest to her but usually acts spoiled and manipulates her older half sister.
(Y/n) wished that she had a normal life but she sealed her fate long ago. It will haunt her forever- at least the nightmares finally stopped.

Lost in her thoughts (Y/n) didn't notice the shadow looming over her. When she finally became aware of the fact that she had company she felt her blood run cold. Her teeth were clattering together from the cold and fear. She could feel an invisible ice cold wall build up behind her. With her breath caught in her throat she forgot to swallow. Slowly yet normally she rose up, straightening her back. Instead of her vision getting blurry this time again, she found herself actually able to make out her surroundings. She heard the pitter-patter of raindrops against a soft surface above her head. This moment would be perfect if the presence behind her didn't make the hair on the back of her neck stand up. Finally getting the courage to gulp, she looked up warily only to see a blood red surface. No doubt about it. It was an umbrella. She hoped to God it wasn't who she thought it was.

As the frightened girl slowly spun around on her black leather heels, she struggled to maintain a confident posture. Stepping back slowly, she allowed herself to look up at the stranger. As she did though a familiar gasp left her lips. In front of her stood the same clown she encountered underground. He was taller than she remembered him to be. As much as she wanted relief to wash over her, it couldn't. She had a natural dislike towards clowns and dreaded their presence(existence).

"C-Clown..." She felt herself stuttering as her teeth clacked against each other.

Pennywise on the other hand was slightly amused by the condition the poor, young woman was in. He couldn't deny that she was attractive, even more so in the rain. Her (h/l) (h/c) was loosely hanging in her face and he wondered what it would feel like to accidentally scrape her face as he pushed her hair away. He could imagine...the blood seeping down her cheeks, down her neck, down her long (s/c) slender legs. He had to hold himself back- the hunger was getting to him. This girl was finally something worth to him. The fear was inside her, waiting to be set free. He could feel it, he could smell it, he could hear it, he could taste it. He just wanted to touch it. All of it. But her fear just wasn't enough. It didn't satisfy him. He had to push her over the edge. A week wasn't going to keep him away from her.