Aroma {Pennywise x Reader}

Chapter 4: A Bath

(Art by: sewer-party on Tumblr)

"So what did you need, Eddie?" (Y/N) asks her brother, setting a mug brimmed with tea onto the coffee table. He takes tentative sips as (Y/N) sits next to him on the couch. Pennywise leaps up to her and settles himself on her lap.

"Didn't really need anything. Mom's just going a little crazy and I wanted to come and see my favorite sibling," he flashes a smile at her and she returns it, then squints her eyes.

"I'm your only sibling."

"Exactly."

She laughs and flicks him on the head before grabbing the remote and switching on the block television. They sit and watch for a while, enjoying the company of one another as they chat occasionally. The only time they really get to see each other - because (Y/N) would rather die than see their mom, and Eddie doesn't really like to walk past the Neibolt house to get to here - was at school.

She'd occasionally stop and chat with him and his friends, which she enjoyed, but it never lasted long.

Pennywise's raspy purring broke her from her thoughts, and she glances over at the clock hanging leisurely on her cream walls.

"It's getting late, kid," she reaches over and gives him a one armed hug, "you should head home before it gets too dark. Want me to call the witch to come and get you?"

(Y/N) gets up with Pennywise in her arms, ready to walk to the kitchen and unhook her phone from the wall, but Eddie stops her.

"Nah, I'll just go now. Brought my bike anyway." He stands and makes his way out the door, stopping to say bye over his shoulder before hopping on his bike and riding away.

She lets the ginger feline hop from her arms before taking the empty mug on the coffee table and setting it in the sink. Turning, she screams and nearly jumps out of her skin as Pennywise is in her face once again, standing on the counter and gazing intently at her.

"You were not there before," she giggles, scratching him under the chin, "how do you keep doing that?" This puzzles the clown in disguise. Why was she laughing? He half expected her to strike at him, as most humans do when he scares them, but instead she shows him affection.

Suddenly a jolt shocks through his body as the delicious scent shoots through his senses. He meows loudly, wobbling on his unsteady legs before tumbling into the sink.

"Oh geez!" (Y/N) exclaims, reaching in and pulling him out, "you okay little guy?" His head lolls to the side, his fur caked in soggy food. She wrinkles her nose, holding him as far in front of her as possible while they make their way to the bathroom.

Setting him in the empty tub, she twists the nob on the bath and lets it fill with warm water. Pennywise blinks slowly, senses fried from the beautiful aroma this human enchants him with. It's not until he feels water soak his paws that he snaps out of his dazed state.

He growls, trying to struggle from her grip as she scrubs the food off. Anger splits through Pennywise as he's forced into the water, eyes burning an orange deep within his irises. He feels his form unfolding, his illusion cracking under the fury shooting it's way through his veins and his clown form is flung out against his will.

In a flurry of fangs and claws, he leaps at the dumbfounded (Y/N) and slams her to the floor, pinning her under his weight. His burning eyes bore into hers, his scarlet lips curling into a snarl.

Too frightened to scream, (Y/N) just holds his smoldering gaze as Pennywise breathes heavily, his temper plummeting with every breath. The once beautiful scent is turned hearty and meaty with fear as she trembles under him, her vision fading in and out as adrenaline takes over her body.

Pennywise flings himself off of her, his back cracking against the tub, making him whimper.  He curls into himself, his fingers coming to mess with the puffy poms on his attire as he looks at (Y/N), eyes shining with guilt.

The young woman scrambles up, scooting away from the clown and pressing her back against the bathroom door. She starts to hyperventilate, chest heaving with heavy breaths as her vision starts to fail. What the hell is happening? This has to be a dream. And when she wakes up she'll be fine, right?

...Right?

Pennywise realizes with a start that she has gone limp, and shifts his body into a squat. His eyes flicker to a deep blue, his anger gone and replaced with something he can't explain. His chest tightens, and he grips at it with his gloved hand.

"Damnit, damnit, damnit," he mumbles to himself, crawling over to her seemingly lifeless body, "no, no, no no no no! I've killed her!" He grips her face and brings it to his chest, hand running along her head in an anxious manner. His movements are awkward and seemingly automatic as he tries to calm himself.

He lies her on his lap, twitching and fidgeting as his mind races with different ideas popping into his head. He needs her aroma, he needs it. She has to wake up, she has to.

(A/N: I'm really sorry if Pennywise is OOC, I'm really trying to make him as the Pennywise we know and love. If you have any ideas of what I could do to make him more like himself, let me know!)