Never Trust A Clown (Pennywise X OC/Reader)

ⓒⓗⓐⓟⓣⓔⓡ ⓕⓞⓤⓡ: Nightmares

That night everything came rushing back. All the guilt, all the pain and all the nightmares.

The poor girl sat up with her knees pressed up against her chest, tears flowing down her cheeks. Her little sister was still fast asleep, next to her.

(Y/n) almost got a heart attack when she saw red on her wall. It looked exactly like blood and it gave off a nasty stench. Written in blood: "Sweet dreams (Y/n)..." What scared her most was the empty dots afterwards which portrayed the idea that something else was left unsaid. (Y/n) kept sobbing as she refused to look away from the writing on her bedroom wall.

"P-Penny-Pennywise..."

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Pennywise grinned showing his hideous spiked teeth to any who was around. He loved the way she stuttered his name and the way she quivered when she saw his little gift for her. Pennywise felt his claws extract, he couldn't wait.

He dragged his long nails against his victim's window, watching her reaction as the screeching drove her insane. He laughed as she stormed out of the room, leaving her sister behind. Not able to control himself anymore, he broke through her kitchen door where he spotted her in her nighties, which reached her mid thighs, infront of the kettle, making herself coffee.

Pennywise's gaze lingered on her body. First, her flawless meaty legs, her yummy thighs and her scrumptious top body with all the sweet organs and fat. Not excluding her beautiful head for desert.

She was crying, her heart racing as soon as she felt a presence behind her. She took a moment to gasp when the smell of blood entered her nosetrolls. "Scream And your little sister dies." He whispered in a creepy, threatening voice.

She shuddered as he pushed her body up against a wall, his hands allowing his nails to dig into her small waist, making her cry out. He licked her ear wanting to taste every part of her. Her heart was hammering in her chest, her legs shaking. She couldn't move. Pennywise chuckled as he violated her (s/c) thighs, dragging his nails over her skin. Blood seeped down her thighs, to her legs and down her feet.

"Please stop." she cried out but he kept going.

He started biting into her neck, ripping a piece of her flesh away as she cried.

He was about to jab his nails through her eyes, when she woke up screaming, soaked in her own sweat. She didn't know what was real and what wasn't real anymore. Feeling selfconscious, she grabbed a pair of pajama pants along with a thick hoodie, feeling less exposed. She didn't know how her sister still slept through everything but she had to stay awake tonight.

(Y/n) however was angered. She wasn't scared and she hated the weak pathetic her in her dreams. No way in hell was she ever going to submit to anything.

Having enough of everything, she decided to confront IT himself. As she left her house, she felt her breath hitch in her throat.

"Hello (Y/n)."

'No....that's not possible...'

"It's been a while, sweetheart."