Monsters (Pennywise X Reader)

Chapter 3

The girl opens her eyes slowly, her head throbbing from the hangover. She frowns and rubs her forehead, trying to wake up completely. She remembered nothing from last night, only that she had gone out to drink. She looked around her room and thanked God that the curtains were closed. She forced herself out of bed and staggered to her feet. She rubbed her eyes, wondering what she would do for breakfast, but her thoughts were interrupted by a noise at the door.

The girl stood still for a moment, as if expecting something to happen. Her fear grew by the moment, making her dizzier than before. She walked slowly to the bedroom door, which was closed, and stopped in front of it, listening if any more noise came from outside. It seemed that it was only the wind, as nothing else manifested itself. To be sure, she opened the door and checked the corridor, nothing out of the ordinary. She closed the door again, touching her forehead against it and leaning on it. Was she going crazy? Was this all an illusion? But why did she see that clown? She was never afraid of clowns in her life, but It was an exception.

She decided she would go back to bed, it was a weekend, and she didn't intend to do much in those days. She laid back down, snuggling in the blankets, that time of year could get very cold early in the morning. She closed her eyes, ready to dream some more, but a strange sensation invades her body. Like someone at the foot of her bed, looking at her. She tries to ignore the sensation and shifts in bed, snuggling some more.

Comfort ends when she felt the bed sink, near her foot. She stops breathing for a few seconds, takes the edge of her blanket and covers her head like a child. The weight increases, shifting to her waist, as if someone were sitting on top of her. She shakes, but the intrusive body wouldn't let her move much. She stopped shaking, still with the covers on her face, and heard no more movement. She slowly pulled the cover from her eyes, but when she looked ahead, she saw nothing. The pressure in her belly was gone and there was nothing on her bed.

The girl stood up, supporting her arms behind her, just looking around the room. The silence dominated. Suddenly, two hands joined in front of her face, pulling her back against the bed. Her head hit the pillow again, those hands still in her eyes. She desperately tries to remove the hands but fails, bruising her face with her nails. The (h/c) stops when she feels another hand in the middle of her chest, an intense heat emanating from there.

"Made for me?" She heard the clown's voice in the silence, as if asking someone else.

She stopped to pay attention. She came to the conclusion that the creature would kill her anyway, so if she screamed or kept quiet it would make no difference. She heard the clown grunting, as if he had heard something he didn't like. The hands on her eyes were still present, leaving the girl in a panic.

The heat in her chest increased, giving the sensation that she was being burned from the inside out. The girl struggled, trying to get herself free of the hand, as she screamed in pain. She felt tears welling in her eyes and running through the stranger's fingers and onto her cheeks. But suddenly everything was gone, the pain, the hands, and the weight upon her. She opened her eyes and looked around, all normal again. She sat on the bed and pulled her legs close to her body. She sighed deeply, trying to stop the tears that kept coming out.

She stayed like that for a few minutes, just letting the body eliminate all that bad energy. Which seemed to help, as she suddenly stopped crying, as if nothing had happened. She got out of bed, finding that fact very strange, and changed. She put on a simple outfit, as she would do nothing special on the day. She went downstairs and went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. She ate slowly while watching some cartoons on television.

The day went just as the morning had been, boring. She enjoyed time for herself, not a whole month alone, but since she didn't know anyone and nowhere to go, having fun on a Sunday was a little tricky. But she thanked God she had no friends, even though the day was boring, she couldn't stop thinking about the clown and what It had said. 'Made for me?' What did that mean? What was made for him? Her? But she had never seen that being in your life! At the same time she wanted answers, she wanted to stay away from It.

In the middle of the afternoon, she began to feel sleepy, but afraid to find It when she woke up. Then she held as far as he could, which was in the middle of the night, with gallons of coffee and energy drinks. However, when caffeine left her system, she couldn't help but close her eyes and feeling her body getting heavy. She closed her eyes for what seemed like a few seconds, but when she opened them, two rows of teeth were in front of her. A huge smile, as if mocking her. It's mouth fell open, but instead of biting her, a shrill laugh broke out. The (h/c) jumped in fright, her blood freezing and the color fading from her face. She searched for the creature's eyes and when she found them she regretted it. They weren't facing forwards, towards her, but facing outwards, away from each other. It made her stomach turn, feeling the bile rise in her throat.

The creature slowly turns It's eyes to the girl, making her swallow hard. The clown squirmed, placing his feet on the ceiling, standing upside down looking at (Y/n). Teeth retract into the thing's mouth, lessening the creepy smile. Now the thing looked serious at the girl, as if judging her. Suddenly It starts talking, scaring her again.

"The time to return is coming." The thing says, making the girl frown, not understanding "Why don't I feel hungry when with you?" It asks, bringing It's face closer to the (h/c)'s one.

The clown is quiet, waiting for an answer, but the girl really doesn't know what to say. She had no idea what It was talking about! Hunger? What did It eat so as not to feel hungry when It was near her? She was lost.

"Answer me!"

"I-I don't know!" She responds quickly, putting her hand to her mouth right after, having shouted on impulse.

"So, you do talk! I'm Pennywise, the dancing clown!" The thing says, It's voice thickening to speak It's name, almost demonic.

"W-What are you?" In the midst of fear and despair the girl can speak, tears she didn't know she held came freely from her eyes.

"I am the last of a dying race." It says, getting closer to the (h/c), It's body looking bigger with each word "I came to rob all the woman and rape all the men." It's appearance seemed increasingly distorted, more abnormal "I am eternal. I am the Eater of Worlds." After that sentence, the clown returns to 'normal', still with his feet on the ceiling, and wriggles out of the room, bending It's body backwards, putting It's hands on the ceiling and then his feet, then the hands, getting out of the room like a acrobat.

The first reaction the girl has is to follow the thing, to know where It hides. Then she runs after the clown, she can see him entering the basement, which showed that It was hiding in that well. She realized that she had to cover it as soon as possible.