Your Truth Lies Down Here: Volume 1 [1990 Pennywise Fan-fiction]

Horror Show

    
       "They shut the door, we fell far behind. We try forgiveness, but they cross the line. And now the moment has passed and we can't rewind. We are dead long before we run out of time."

           I was left here, in the musty depths of the sewer for what felt like days. I was hungry, tired thirsty and weak. I am absolutely miserable.

         The clown visited routinely, attempting small conversation with the intent to continuously make me uncomfortable.

         But he wasn't here at this moment, and I lay silent; stiff. I thought about my music that I had listened to everyday, and how I would come home to my grandma. I wept, wondering if I would ever even see the sun again.
 
         My family must be devastated thinking I was gone. The clown would never let me go.

          Pennywise, the dancing clown. Seemingly an innocent name, but it was the name of a ruthless child eating monster. Don't think I haven't seen what he does to those poor children. Those children with families, friends, and once upon a time; a future. Wasted.

           But to him, it's all just fun and games. And food, apparently.

        He would hunt, kidnap children, and bring them back. He would eat them right in front of me, knowing that he was creating an ill, awful feeling in the pit of my stomach, and he would hit me if I vomited.

         I used what little strength I had to sit up and lean against the wall. Gasps left my chapped lips, but tears would not fall from my eyes. I need water. And food. I can't live like this. I don't even think he wants me to live.
       
     This is sick.

          I sighed one last time before licking my lips and a parting them.

          "There's a light, and a darkened road.

There's a light, and a fading hope.

There was a dream that once was mine.

But now it seems it has passed with time.

       Sail away, my little sister,

Fade away, to the other side.

Sail away, my little sister

fade away, far into the night.

       Where times seems much better than this void called life." - The Other Side, Sirenia.

     I was about to sing the next verse, but loud, slow and obnoxious clapping made me tense. He was back, but not only that; he heard me sing.

         "Jolly good show! HaHa!"

      I cowered myself against the wall more than I had before. First his silhouette had shown from around the corner of the tunnel, then his form. Same as before, the old fashioned American multicolored clown suit, fluffy red hair so on.

       I have come to realize that his eyes change color according to his mood or physical state. I had seen the default blue color, the hungry orange color, and the worst of them all, the angry red color. I had seen them once and it wasn't pretty. The bruises still lay black on my paled skin.

     "... It's Master to you." He spat with a scowl. My eyes widened, and my stomach churned in disgust. His hold on my face became the plague, and I did not hesitate to rapidly scoot myself backwards.

         I took my stand quickly as his eyes never wavered from my form, but they did in emotion.

     And color....