You remember crying yourself to sleep every night after he disappearance of your younger brother, Georgie. You remember his little giggle and the way he would try to make you feel better on your dark days and now you didn't have him.
You were the middle child of your parents. George being the youngest and Bill being the oldest. Only by a couple months though. You see, you were adopted by Bill and Georgie's parents, who took you in and treated you as their own.
You all were a happy family for years. But whenever Georgie went missing, your parents distanced themselves from you and Bill, whenever you guys needed them the most. So you just had each other.
Lately, a clown would come to you in your sleep and introduce himself as 'Pennywise, The Dancing Clown'. You never thought anything of it until you started seeing him while you were awake.
You couldn't tell if your mind was just playing dirty tricks on you, or if he was really there. You swear you felt him touch your hair once. You knew something was wrong whenever Bill started acting stranger than usual so you decided to confront him about it.
"Have you been alright lately?" You asked your older brother as he sat at his desk in his room, just looking out the window. "Bill?" You asked whenever he didn't even turn to you.
"Y-yeah." He began, turning in his chair and looking at you, a sad smile on his face. "E-everything is f-fine." He stuttered.
You sadly smiled as you listened to him. You knew people would bully him at school for his stutter and you would try to stand up for him, but never could. You really weren't a scary person.
"You know you can talk to me, right?" You asked another question. "We just have each other anymore."
"I saw G-Georgie in the b-basement the other n-night." Bill stuttered out, leaving you confused.
"What do you mean?"
"It was like h-he was t-there, but w-wasn't r-really there." Bill tried to explain, but you still didn't understand so you just slowly nodded and listen to him speak. "And t-there was a c-c-clown." He spoke again.
You slowly looked up at his face with wide eyes. "A clown?" You asked, making sure your ears weren't playing tricks on you too now. He nodded. "What did it look like.." You slowly asked, hoping it wasn't the same clown you've been seeing.
"I-I don't know. White p-paint, o-orange hair, r-red l-line?" He tried to recall the face of the clown and you began to shake your head. "W-what?"
"I've seen that same clown everywhere. At home, at school, in town, everywhere." You began to panic and look around the house making sure he wasn't around.
Bill and you talked about the clown some more. You both realized that either the clown was real or you were both losing your minds together.
It was getting late and you had school tomorrow so you returned to your room and began to get ready for bed. As you were getting ready for bed, you didn't even notice your closet door open and glowing eyes peaking out at you.
After brushing your teeth and putting your hair into a braid you slipped out of your clothes, just leaving you in your panties and bra. You went into your closet to find a pair of pajamas that you wanted to wear to bed.
You eventually decided on a (f/c) nightgown. So you slipped that on and closed your closet door before going over to your bed and slipping under the covers.
You stared up at the ceiling, unable to fall asleep you heard strange noises coming from downstairs, but just assumed that was your parents coming home. They were out for a date night.
You felt the covers being pulled off of your body causing you to jump up and look around, as you suspected, it was the familiar clown that had often came around. It felt like he just wanted to feed off of your fear.
"So pretty." He came closer to you, mumbling his hand brushing the side of your face. You were too afraid to screen for help. "So pure." He whispered to himself as he looked you up and down, leaving you slightly uncomfortable.
"Say, (Y/n), what's your biggest fear?" He tauntingly asked you. You were almost too afraid to speak, almost.
You don't know why you spoke to him, for some odd reason, you were drawn to this clown. "C-clowns." You mentally cursed yourself for stuttering in front of the clown, letting your fear show.
"Are you afraid of me, (Y/n)?" He grinned, his voice scaring you more than anything else.
"No." You tried to seem brave, but he saw right through you, but for some reason, didn't confront you on your lie. He just seemed to scare you more.
"Good, because you're mine."
A/N: Not some of my best work, but eh.
