The Clown

Chapter 7: Need For Speed Nitro

"What's our first move?"

When Pennywise and Hartman teleported upstairs to the TV, they sat on the couch and set up the game. There was even apples set out for them!

So they set up the race, their car, and played. But unfortunately, Pennywise somehow hacked the game so he could win!

"Looks like you have to redo it all over again."

Hartman looked at the clown and realized something. Pennywise had forgotten to keep them in the time loop after sending them upstairs.

"No, I don't." Hartman said plainly.

Pennywise looked at him, confused. "Yes, you do." He replied.

"No, I don't." Hartman repeated. "You know why? Because you broke the time loop by bringing me up here. You're ded."

Sergeant Hartman hit the clown in the head, and to his surprise, Pennywise teleported. So Hartman opened the basement door to find Pennywise, drunk, on the floor, moaning.

"Private Pennywise, we're back to normal time. And you can't do a thing about it!"

"I'm drunk."

"I know. And soon, Private Terra will be back at his house, and he'll know how to get rid of this!"

"Well, I killed him."

.......

OF COURSE HE DIDN'T KILL HIM! Pennywise had spent his whole time dealing with Hartman.

"No, you didn't."

"Yes, I did. You know what? Come here. Come with me on a little tour."

"You obviously didn't kill him."

Pennywise pointed to some purses.

"See? 2 purses, 2 old ladies killed. Plus that one." He pointed to the walker.

"But not Private Terra." Hartman pointed out. He knew where Terra was. He was at the Denbrough's, as he said he would be.

"Oh, Private Terra? He's... Ded."

But the clown still never said how he killed him.

"Well, I'm still taking you on a tour so shut your mouth."

"Hey, I don't care about your stupid tour! Private Terra is alive, and that's that!"

Pennywise walked over to the carpetball table.

"You know, nothing affects me." He said.

"What about this bottle?" Hartman grabbed it, and ran, Pennywise following him.

"What about this bottle... WHAT ABOUT THIS BOTTLE???"

Pennywise laughed, then whined like a baby.

"Please don't kill my bottle- I GOT YOUR HAT, YOU IDIOT."

He leaned in and whispered. "Give me my bottle, and I'll switch with your hat."

And then Hartman spilled the alcohol over the drunk clown, and grabbed his hat back. He began to walk away.

"Soon, Private Terra will be here. And he'll know exactly what to do... "HE'LL KNOW EXACTLY WHAT TO DO! Goodbye."

He walked upstairs and closed the door. And just then, the doorbell rang.

436 words.