Pennywise x reader--A Halloween party to remember (FINISHED)

Chapter 9- Greywater

Oh my god. I was in the SEWERS.

I started hyperventilating. Oh god oh god oh god.

"(Y/n)~..." A familiar voice called from where I'd risen. "Why dont you come back to bed?"

I turned around slowly, mentally prepared for what I was about to see.

"Pennywise." I said, looking at him as he laid on a dirty mattress on the floor. "Take me home right now."

His features twitch with amusement and sudden annoyance that I'd even thought of demanding something of him.

"Why should I do that? You'll only run back to me." He picked at the mattress's thin fabric.

"Are you serious? After you took me against my will, you actually think I'll come back if I could go?"

He shrugged. "I can't read you as well as-"

"The other girls?" I folded my arms, turning away from him. I didn't want to look at him now I'd remembered what Charlie had said. He used women to get what he wanted.

"Not the way you're proposing." He read my mind. Oh yeah, he could do that. "I only asked for help. You were a different matter."

I turned back to him.

"A different matter?" I asked, unfolding my arms. They fell to my sides. "What do you mean?"

"Don't you remember the day Lucy lost her barbie?"

I nodded. "Yeah, we were playing in the barrens and she got mad at it, so she threw it. You, obviously, caught it. Then we ran away."

He shook his head, nodding up to the point I said 'we ran away'.

"You're forgetting something."

I raised my eyebrow. "Oh, right. What?"

He stood up and I flinched back momentarily. "What are you doing?" I asked. He gently grabbed my shoulders before I could move any further away.

"I'll show you what happened." He raised one of his hands to my forehead and suddenly the environment changed.

We were at the barrens. He removed his hand, but I could still feel it.

"What are we doing here-"

"Sh." He cut me off and pointed to two young girls playing by the water.

I realised who they were.

One of them had long, blonde curly locks and the other had (h/c) hair and a teddy bear in her hands.

"Stupid stupid Barbie!" Lucy shouted, throwing it across the water. And, guess what? Pennywise caught it, obviously.

Lucy screamed and ran for her bike. But little me was rooted to the spot, watching the hand intently.

"You didn't run." Pennywise whispered beside me. "You stayed."

"Little girrrll." The (I guess) younger Pennywise waved the doll in my younger face. "Do you think she'll want this back?"

Younger me nodded, tentatively walking across the water.

The younger Penny emerged from the bushes, smiling his famous buck toothed smile.

"Could I have it then?" Young me asked, holding my hand out.

He shook his head. "Not yet, (y/n)."

Young me gasped. "How do you know my name?!?!"

The young Penny simply chuckled. "I know many things."

Young me got even closer.

"You know," Young Penny commented, as if it had just occurred to him. "You are the cutest child I've met."

Little me blushed. "Thank you sir."

He was bending down to talk to me now, and it was no surprise that young me was able to kiss his cheek.

"Well, I've gotta go. We'll be back tomorrow for the doll, sir."

The young Penny was too shocked to reply. He was probably wondering how he hadn't killed me. He was also sniffing the air with a slight confusion.

But he regained himself.

"Make sure Lucy is here. I have a surprise for her. But she may not like it, so dont tell her what will happen!" He told little me in a sing song voice.

As lil me turned to go, he whispered.

"You'll float too."

Suddenly the image stopped.

I looked up at Pennywise, and he seemed a bit off.

"You smelled more delicious than I'd ever known." He said, over my head. "I was meant to find you eventually. Some beings have things they are supposed to digest."

"Well, then, why didn't you kill me when I kissed you on your cheek?"

He looked down at me. "I dont know."

A gloved hand lifted itself to my face, and his thumb ran along my lip.

"I've wanted to kill you so bad since I met you." He said, darkly. "But I cant bring myself to it. I think its sentiment,  or something."