{Highest Rankings: #1 in Bill Skarsgard & Pennywise}
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"He's a mystery, but with a mystery comes the unknown."
She thought he was an imaginary friend from her childhood. When he kidnaps her years later, she realizes she was dead wrong.
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That night hasn't lasted long. I had gotten home to see my drunk father lying on the couch, a beer bottle stood between his fingers as his mouth was hung open. And luckily: he was breathing. I sighed to myself, slowly walking up the stairs as I tried not to make noises. And just my luck, one of the wooden steps had freaked, earning a groan from my father, and a small flinch that had me frozen. His head lifted, as his eyes quickly lead apart, looking at the ceiling. He swiftly fell back into his dream-stage, as his head rested on the couch arm-rest. And soon enough, I jogged up the stairs without a second hesitation.
I sped up to my room, opening the door and closing it slowly. I had gotten home late and taking a long way home only made it later. I took my shirt off, putting on a t-shirt as I slid on a pair of my old shorts. Putting my hair up in a messy ponytail, I slid under my covers and looked at the ceiling. This was how I was going to end my day, a perfectly normal day. Almost too normal, to be exact. I frowned, looking over the side.
And just as expected, a loud bang came toward the front of my bed. He smirked, his long, black coat hanging over his tall figure as his hands here stuck in his pockets. His brunette hair portrayed perfectly over the top of his forehead; outlining every perfect feature he had.
"Well, what a long day we've had," He hummed, touching a folded blanket on my bed as he smoothed out the ruffles. "Don't you agree?"
I sighed, my face written in disbelief. I sat there, taking in the piece of artwork that was shown in front of me. Something had me where I couldn't move, and I didn't want to move. So I stayed in position, admiring his ghost-like face as the details soaked into my eyes. Penny looked up at me from the blanket, his light eyes examining mine. "Cat got your tongue?"
I blinked, shaking my head as I looked down at my hands. Penny smirked, taking his hand off of the blanket, as he continued to slowly walk over to me. "Might I repeat," Penny paused, looking down at my hands. "What a long day we've had." His eyes looked into mine.
I looked up at him, my eyes coming onto his soft ones. "H-How did—How did you—" I questioned as my stuttering became a reality. Penny hummed once again, placing his index finger to his pink lips, his face glowing from the moon displayed on the outside of my window.
"Some things I really can't quite explain, Ariana," Penny whispered, leaning down to where his face met mine, his figure hovering above me as his hands connected to my bed. I leaned backward, keeping our faces from meeting. "But some things are just too intellectual to understand." His warm breath hit my face once again, meeting my cheek as it made its way to my neck. His green eyes looked into mine. My breath began to shake, as the hairs on the back of my neck began to stand.
I hadn't said a word; I couldn't say a word with this beautiful living thing standing in front of me. Sure, I had known him since I was a little girl, maybe some imaginary friend of some sort. But right now, this feeling was all that I had wanted in a long time.
