Me and IT (Pennywise X Reader)

It's not real!

 So this is my first fanfiction on a creepy clown... nah I'm kidding there's Laughing Jack, but this is on our friend Mr Pennywise (2017 version). First IT fanfiction so please, be nice, be patient guys and I'm always open to ideas!

   Growing up in Derry I heard stories about a clown that stole children. It was mainly just hushed whispers, an urban legend really that developed as kids went missing every twenty-seven years. Luckily I was born five years after the last lot of disappearances so I grew up safe. My two younger brothers however, if the legend is correct, are not so fortunate as they're only eight and ten. To be honest I didn't really put much stock into the legend until a kid went missing a couple of weeks ago… Even then I thought maybe it was coincidence, but then Jamie my ten year old baby brother went missing on his way home from school.

    Logan my eight year old brother was staying at Bill's for the weekend since I had to work, but that didn't stop me worrying. What if whoever this kidnapper was took Logan too? I couldn't handle losing one brother let alone two… I barely kept it together in work and I needed this job to support my brothers. Our parents died when I was nineteen  and I had to fight to stop my brothers going into the foster system. They were all I had left and now one of them was missing.

     Finally my shift was over and as usual Rick had left five minutes early leaving me to lock up the diner. Grabbing my bag and keys I closed the doors locked all the windows and pulled the shutters down locking them in place. Julie had her own set of keys to the diner so I didn't need to worry about that. Depositing the keys into the vast ocean mess of my bag I plugged in my earphones and turned to walk home, but stopped. Over the street from me were two people standing staring at me. One was a tall clown holding a balloon and the other was a small child wearing a red and blue bomber style coat. “Jamie?” I called seeing the boy's face, he looked paler than usual as I  sped up towards them, my heart pounding.

    Reaching them both I crouched down and hugged Jamie, he was cold… damp even maybe it was the midnight air. “I'm cold (Y/n) so cold.” I leaned back looking him over kneeling up and checking him for injuries.

    “It's okay we'll get you home and run you a warm bath… you'll feel better-"

   “I'll float…”

    “No Jamie I won't make it too deep you'll be okay.”

    “Come with me, then you'll float too. You'll float too!” He kept repeating the words over and over, getting louder and more desperate each time before his small body vanished from my arms and I tipped forward onto my hands.

    “Jamie! No-no-no!” Tears pricked my eyes as I stared at his coat, only now noticing the tares and the blood. “Jamie!” I screamed on a ragged breath, the sound was chilling as I hugged his coat close to me and that's when I remembered… beside Jamie had been a clown. My eyes drifted to the side of me seeing the yellowed clown suit as I pulled myself up to my feet until my eyes collided with blue ones that flickered with specks of glowing amber. “You took him! Give ‘im back!” my fists balled up the thrill on his collar as I held him in place yelling in rage and despair. “Give me back my brother!” He said nothing just looked me over with a wicked look to his eyes and mischievous grin “Give ‘im back!” I half sobbed, but he disappeared and I was sent tumbling to the concrete slabs of the sidewalk.

    The journey home had been a desperate broken sprint filled with tears until I got to the the door and fumbled with the lock until it opened. I tossed the keys aside and collapsed onto the couch heaving in raspy breaths which released themselves in the form of ghastly wails. Staring down at the coat in my hands, I knew now that police could never help me find my brother; if I wanted to get him back I'd have to find him myself, but I was too distraught to think it all out. Screaming I kicked the coffee table up which knocked it onto it's side smashing the vase and ornaments atop it and my rampage began as I tore up the house in anger.