Lost and Found (a Pennywise x reader story)

Run

"Nope." The man in the glasses states, walking out "I am out of here."

"Yeah, me too" another man, who seemed shorter than the others, agrees, following the other.

I began to feel tears sting my eyes. What if Pennywise got mad because of this?
I look to the others for help.
The woman looks down and follows them as well, the man with narrow eyes following her.

The one man who had the chair walks to me "what have you seen?"

I struggle to talk, my breathing feeling labored "t-the clown"

The man's eyes widen, as does the other. "When??" He asks, holding my arm. I flinch from it.

"For months" I whisper, "for months he's been-"

"(Y/n)?" I hear someone call.

I freeze, too afraid to turn.

"Why are you touching her like that?" The same voice asks, walking to the man and I.

"I-I'm Sorry" he states, letting go of my arm.

I close my eyes feeling a tear go down my cheek.

"Why are you crying?" The voice asks, holding me softly. I look up, seeing the same man that I sat with a couple minutes ago.

"I'm sorry" I mutter.

Pennywise turns to the other two, giving dirty looks, then leading me out of the restaurant.

As we walked, I look down at my hands, realizing that I was shaking.
No matter how bad this thing could make me feel for him, he still made me feel terrified.
I look out at the parking lot, seeing the group talk to each other.
My last chance of getting out of this might have just walked out.

We walk in silence.
Thought I was used to the silence in the restaurant, this silence made my stomach feel like stone.
I was still shaking.

We were at the edge of the forest, but I couldn't stand the thought of knowing what could happen back in the sewers.
Before, he seemed to care but now it seemed like he was just dragging a dinner plate to the sewers, me being the main course.
He's going to kill me, I know he's going to kill me, what else would he do to me?!?Something in me snapped.

I push Pennywise off of me and run the other way, heading back towards the restaurant.
The sounds around me were silent, other than my feet hitting the crunchy grass. Had he let me go?

I decide not to look back, still running. I finally get to the same sidewalks we were in, though they were empty. I go to run past a street, suddenly tripping in my feet. I fall to the pavement, but I quickly push myself up until something was coming towards me; I see bright lights, a car-