You sat at the decently sized white desk, writing away. You chewed on your bottom lip as you stopped writing only long enough to think of what to put next, then resumed the process.
You let out a sigh as you put your pencil down and stood up from the chair, hearing some of your bones crack/pop. You let out a quiet groan as you glanced around the dark room.
It was decorated to your desire. A comfortable bed with soft f/c sheets and blankets on it. Some posters of the bands and artists you enjoy listening to were hung on the walls. A decently sized bookshelf sat near your desk with notebooks, picture books, and some of your favorite books. A wooden nightstand sat beside your bed with a cup of water on it along with some other stuff.
The room was quite nice for being in the sewer actually. It had been decorated to your liking by yourself and a friend of yours. Or well... boss.
You see, when you were younger, a clown visited you in your bedroom late at night. He, of course, scared you at first. But he made a creepy joke at you, which made you laugh. The clown was in complete shock at the sound of laughter coming from you.
After you had calmed down, he had continued to make you laugh, which the two of had done for hours that night. He began to grow attached to you and didn't want to harm you in any way.
He found out that you didn't like other humans. They had made your life miserable. So he took you to his sewer and made you a bedroom just the way you liked it and made you his apprentice. You helped him lure kids into the sewer, which was fairly easy because you looked like a sweet girl/boy in her/his late teenage years.
Lately you had been doing some thinking about your job as his apprentice and what he does. His appetite for children. Before, it never bothered you. You weren't fond of other humans anyways. You couldn't care what happened to them, but now, you've had a change of heart.
He entered the room and flashed his usual grin at you, which you just gave him a small smile in return.
"There is this boy named b-" He began. You quickly cut him off by saying his name.
"Pennywise." You sternly spoke. He stopped talking and gave you a curious look. "I don't want you to feed on children anymore."
He began letting out his usual loud laugh making you frown. He thought you were joking, didn't he?
He wiped some imaginary tears from his eyes once he had calmed down. "Real funny, Y/n. Now seriously, what is it?"
"I'm serious, Pennywise." You sternly spoke, shaking your head at him. "Why are you killing innocent children? Why are you letting the adults live?" You questioned.
"Why are you suddenly being like this?" He fires back at you. You could see him growing more angry with you by the second, but you stood your ground.
"Children have their whole lives ahead of them. Georgie Denbrough.. He was such a sweet, adorable child, who had a future." You spoke, frowning even more at the thought of the little boy in the yellow raincoat. "Adults, or even teenagers cause harm to others and aren't good people. Why are you letting them survive?" You slightly raised your voice, before lowering it.
"It's wrong, Pennywise..." You whispered, lowering your head. Your eyes stayed locked on your shoes, with a frown on your lips.
"Fine. I will try to feed on adults." Pennywise let out a loud sigh. You gave him a small smile at did a little victory dance. "But! If it doesn't work out, we're going back to children."
"Deal."
