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Pennywise x reader leave her alone

(Y/N) and her little sister, Beverly, were packing the last few needed items for the meeting with their best friend, Bill Denbrough, so they could try and defeat Pennywise in Neibolt street. As they walked through the house and to the door, (Y/N noticed a lock on the door, and the soft, raspy voice of their father made her and her sister freeze.
"Where are you two sneaking off to?"
They both turned, and looked at their father, who was staring at them in a chair opposite the door.
"We're not going anywhere, Daddy?" Beverly said. (Y/N) cringed inside as her sister called him that. (Y/N) never spoke to him, mainly because she never spoke whatsoever.
"You're lookin' prettied up." He pointed out at her sister.
"I'm not prettied up, Daddy. I wear this almost ever day." She said. There was small silence before their father spoke again.
"Come." He told them. They hesitated for a minute, before putting their bags down and walking over to him. He took their hands, and spoke again.
"You know about I worry about you both." He said, stoking our hands.
"We know." Beverly said.
"People in town have been saying some things to me about you both. Sneaking around all summer long with a bunch of boys. The only girls in the pack." He said.
"They're just friends, we swear." Bev said.
"I know what's in a boys mind, when they look at you (N/N) (Nick/Name), and when they look at you too, Bevy." He said. "I know all to well." His hand gripped onto our hands tighter.
"Our hands." Bev said, seeing my expression was uncomfortable as well.
"Are you too doing, womanly things, down in the woods with those boys?" He asked, his face becoming more and more malicious and uncomfortable.

"No, no, no, nothing you don't have to worry. We promise." She tried pulling her hand out his strong grip. Their father held up a postcard that Beverly and her sister recognised. It was the poem Bill had sent Beverly, expressing his feelings for her.

"Whats this?" He asked, looking into Beverly's eyes as she desperately tried to pull her hand away.

"I-its nothing, its just a poem." Her stuttering was starting to show her fear now, as we both knew what out father was going to do. He put the poem down and looked at her with fake confusion.

"Just a poem? Why'd you hide it in your underwear draw?" He asked. Beverly struggled again to get out of his grip, as did her sister. However, he let her go and put all his strength into keeping Beverly in his grip. (Y/N) lost her footing and fell backwards, a great pain in the back of her head. "Why'd you have to hide it there?" His face was full of anger as his voice rose. "Are you still my girls?" He asked, looking down at her hand.

"No." I heard Beverly say, making me sort of feel happy yet afraid for her. It was obvious her answer had angered him.

"What did you say?" He asked, angrily.

"I said no!" She screamed as her hand ripped out of his and she fell back into the ironing board. (Y/N)'s head pounded in pain as the hit in her head started hurting again. Beverly screamed as she fell down, and her father rose up again. She screamed at to go and leave her alone, but he grabbed her legs, making her scream to let go of her He put his hand by her head.

"Those boys, do they know your my gir-" He was cut off my (Y/N) pulling him back and hitting him with a metal spatula. The two girls tore from the room and into the bathroom, where they locked the door and hid behind the shower curtain. Beverly grabbed a vase, and (Y/N) grabbed a stool.


They're breath stopped as they heard the door go down, their father kicking it. As he threw open the shower curtain, Beverly hit him with the vase, and then (Y/N) served him the deadly blow by hitting him with the stool as hard as she could.


The wooden stool broke, and her father collapsed to the floor, blooding pouring from his head. He layed there, death obvious. The two girls looked down at his dead body breathing heavily. Beverly turned around, and scream. (Y/N) whirled around as saw her sister being held by the throat by Pennywise. She screamed.


"LEAVE HER ALONE!" (Y/N's) voice echoed in the bathroom, and the clown turned his face to her.

"Are you not afraid, (Y/N)?" He asked, his voice demonic. Something snapped in (Y/N) when he asked her that. Her (E/C) coloured eyes became dark and her look turned deadly.

"No." She spoke with ferocity and determination. "But you will be of me. That's my sister you have there, and if your bloody hands do not let go of her throat then mine with not let go of your until you are nothing but a head detached to a body." She threatened. Pennywise gave an amused laugh, the reaction to (Y/N)'s threat making her blood boil. With a battle cry, (Y/N) grabbed the splintered end of the stool leg and sunk it into Pennywise's arm. He cried out in pain and let her sister go.

"Bev, run!" (Y/N) shouted, Beverly hesitant to leave her sister, but as soon as she told her to go get help, Beverly ran.

Alone to face the dancing clown, (Y/N) said one more thing as he rose from the ground.


"Take me, and not her, please. I am more important to the city. Please, take me." She begged. Grinning maliciously, Pennywise grabbed (Y/N) by the throat and vanished, taking the young girl with him...

End of Part One
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