The Scariest Part (Pennywise Romance)

Sore Loser

    Lady's hands shook as she clutched the flashlight tight to scan her environment. She didn't know where to look, so she resolved for the first tunnel she saw. Her shoes were soaked through to her socks in the shitty water and she jumped at every rat she met in the sewer.

    "IVY!" She called out for the 20th time, but every time she did, that horrible clown echoed her, laughter haunting her steps.

She wanted desperately to break down and cry. To be held and comforted in a way only her daughter understood. But she couldn't do any of that. After all, the tears would blur her vision and she had to keep moving. The passages seemed to grow warmer and cooler depending on the path she took and she was thankful for his sick sense of abiding by the rules.

     Eventually she came to a place where every direction she turned felt like ice. Lady sniffed up her dripping snot and looked everywhere, flashlight casting horrible shadows all around her.

    "Ivy, baby, it's momma can you hear me?!" She started to pray to a God she didn't believe in and sank to the rotten floor, defeated.

Suddenly, a voice. Ivy's voice! "Momma, is that really you?"

    It came from directly above her and Lady's head bolted upright at the sweet sound.
"Baby??"

A trick? It presented itself as Lady's rapist, surely it could fake her daughter's voice. Why? To torment her more? Maybe Ivy was already dead, dead from the moment she took that clown's hand. Dead from the moment she stepped foot in those woods.

    "Mommy please help me, I don't know where I am!!" She cried.

Trick or not, Lady could not ignore the cries of her child. Lady stood and spotted a small pipe through the hole above her. If she could just grab hold of it, she could pull herself up, she could save her daughter. 
"Ivy don't move. Stay where you are." She ordered, piling the few things she could find to stand on.

    Lady balanced precariously atop the items and struggled to reach the pipe to pull herself up. Ivy's scream pierced the air around her. The young mother followed with a cry of her own.

"No!!"

     Lady jumped up and caught the pipe, but found it to be soaked in something like oil. Her left hand slipped instantly as the podium below her crumbled. She held on for her life with her right hand, but she could feel herself slipping.

"If you hurt her I swear to God--!"

    She couldn't even finish her threat, struggling to maintain a grip and climb up the impossible tunnel. Just as her fingers began to give out, a gloved hand reached out and caught her. Lady was pulled up by the clown, wincing at the pain shooting through her arm.

    "Don't touch me!" She screamed as soon as she confirmed the hand belonged to the clown.

He looked down at her, tilting his head, smirk as present as ever.
"Do you really mean that?"

    He loosened his grip and she gasped, clinging tighter to his strong arm.
"No. No.." she conceded, but he had stopped pulling. He had frozen his actions completely, staring down at her through the darkness. She was stuck halfway.

She met his glowing eyes with hers. "Please."

    It was only a whisper, but it was enough to get him moving again, after a short breath of laughter. She clawed her way up his body and out of that hole. She clung to him, her mind beyond logic at that point. She only knew she needed to feel grounded, as this whole situation had felt like falling endlessly. He smelled like the carnival's she'd attended as a child, and the thought comforted her. She opened her eyes when she remembered who he was.

     He is not a good memory, he is not a savior, he is a monster and he took your daughter and trapped you in this sewer.

   "Why?" She pushed away from him finally when he did not return her pathetic embrace. "Why are you doing this?"

The clown snickered, scratching a finger at his temple, "Hmm.. which part?"

    Lady stood up and searched the darkness, having sacrificed her flashlight below.

    "I found her first, you know." He chided and she heard him stand behind her.
The scream. Her daughter's body might be floating right beside her.

"She's alive. I can smell her." He added, and skipped around to find Lady's face, the dirty water splashing all the way up to her cheek from his actions.
"I did find her but I.. Well I like your moxie. And I'd like to play more games with you in the future." His face closed the distance between them until the girl could feel his breath on her lips. Lady stood her ground, eyes full of hate.

"You won't want to play games with me if I take away the prize on the first go!"
He walked his fingers up her arm and over her wounded shoulder as he concluded, "You always were a sore loser, Lady."

    "Where is she?" She smacked his filthy fingers off her skin and he scoffed exaggeratedly, retracting the hand to his chest in offence.

    "Why would you think I knew?"

Lady felt the weight of hopelessness with the jester's childish actions and looked to the floor. She heard a long sigh, and as she continued to stare down, her feet became visible! The water was draining all around them and she looked to the clown before her, a bored expression plaguing his face. A soft light was ushered in and she could see everything.
Joy flooded Lady's senses at this new premise and she looked to the clown with hopeful eyes.

    It rolled it's eyes and lifted a hand to point at her.
"See? Sore loser." He wrenched his fist lightly through the top of Lady's already messy hair, giving her a noogie. Then he led the way to her daughter.

A/N: shout-out to the person that yelled at me in the comments last night lol. 
I feel your frustration.

The reason I never updated, despite having ideas, was that it wasn't getting any attention when I started writing, and I figured people didn't care, so I pursued other interests.

It's still not a popular concept, and honestly-to-be-honest, I've forgotten where I was going with the story as it was 3 years ago that I had the idea... But with the new free time that I have, I suppose I'll be working on this.

NOTE: I am writing a book privately, and another fanfiction so those are my top writing priorities, but I will be doing my best to update this once a week.

**I went back and corrected (hopefully) all the typing errors, and did some spacing so that it will make it a little easier to read.