Demon Friend [Pennywise fanfiction]

Chapter 4 - Game

"What should I do today?" asked Amy's mom as she stood in the kitchen washing dishes from the breakfast. Amy was drawing by the table and raised her head shrugging. "Well, do you know what would your friend like?" she asked again hoping to get at least some answer.

Amy didn't need to think for too long because it was obvious what Penny liked. Lemons and... "Meat!" she answered. Her mother rolled her eyes. Obviously there would be meat." she said, dried her hands and went to look into the fridge. "I can make a some steaks if that's what you want." she offered and Amy smiled. "That would be perfect." and if not they still have some lemons in the fridge. Why Penny liked this fruit in particular Amy wasn't sure but people have different tastes so she didn't questioned it further.

Time went past when she suddenly heard their front bell right. She wanted to get up but her mother was faster since she was closer to the door. However when she opened them she looked a little confused. "Oh, can I help you?" she asked not really knowing this stranger. He opened his no to answer and then he felt something squeeze his legs. "Penny!" shouted happily Amy as she hugged let go of him. The little girl then looked at the older woman. "Mom this is my friend Penny." she said proudly.

Her mother blinked few times before she gasped. "I'm so sorry." she said towards the man. "My daughter can be sometimes impulsive. If she set you up to this I-" but she was stopped by Pennywise. "Don't worry ma'am. She just invited me to a lunch and I gladly accepted." he said and made something that could be considered a smile. It was hard to act nice towards other people, he didn't have that problem with Amy however... he didn't know why.

"He was lonely, mom." said Amy and took Pennywise's as she led him inside the house. Amy's mom decided not to comment any further on this topic and just went with it.

"The lunch is ready." said her mom as Amy let Pennywise to wander around the house. As soon as the little girl heard that she run towards her friend and took his hand. The all seased at the kitchen table.

"Do you want some potatoes with it too?" Amy's mom asked Pennywise who was confusingly looking at the plate in front of him. Now there was just some meat and nothing else he however shook his head. "No thanks." he said and glanced at Amy who was eating peacefully with her knife and fork. He decided to mimik her and ate piece of the food he had. He made a face before he quickly change it into smile so Amy's mother would not be offended.

"Is it good?" asked Amy looking at Pennywise. "It's... ok." he said. She smiled since she knew that was the best she could get from him and continued in eating.

When they both finished Amy took hers and Penny's plate and went yo put it on the kitchen counter where her mom already cleaned some pans in the sink.

"Can I show Penny my room?" asked Amy. Her mom sighed but nodded. "Just clean the tabke in the living room and your pencils." she said.

Amy smiled and looked at Pennywise. "You wait here I'll be right back!" she said and run to the living room.

"I hope you are what you say you are mister." said Amy's mom as they were both alone in the kitchen. Pennywise looked at her with raised eyebrow. "What do you mean?" he asked. She sighed and stopped washing the dishes and put her hands on side of the sink as she looked at him. "I mean that you are being genuine. Amy is sometimes too friendly to strangers. She is a clever girl but I don't want her to meet the wrong people." she said.

Pennywise quickly realized what she meant by it and shook his head. "I can assure you that I have no bad intentions with your daughter." he said and the woman nodded. "Alright, just look after her." she added before Amy run into the room with her stuff.

The little girl then pulled out one of papers she was holding gave it to Penny. "Look what I drew!" she said happily. Pennywise took the paper and was pleasantly surprised. It was a drawing of him in his clown form. She was pretty good at drawing for a seven year old. He smiled and wanted to thank her before Amy's mother spoke.