A Clown's Daughter

Chapter 1- Little Miss Pennywise

"Dad, I told you, I want to go to school! I want to be normal, like a normal twelve-year-old!" I whined.

"Fine, you may go to school," Dad caved.

I thanked him happily, running off to my room and leaving him to think about his next victim.

Being the daughter of a killer clown hasn't been the easiest. For one thing, I don't feed on kids- I feed on actual food. That, and positive emotions. Dad disagrees with me on the positive part, but we agree to disagree.

I walk out of the sewers and to the school I found out about a few weeks ago. I had registered already, thankfully. All I had to do was convince Dad.

After that conversation, I had been going to school for a couple weeks. I had, unfortunately, joined the last few weeks before school ended. The saddest part was that the last day of school was today. I hadn't made friends with anyone; only enemies with Henry Bowers. He had called me a freak because of my hair and my eyes. I didn't understand why he did this to everyone till I read through his mind and personality. He had been brainwashed by his dad.

"Last day of school, Eddie spaghetti! We're out for the summer at three-thirty!" a boy in glasses said. I had to admit, he was kinda cute. "Hey, check out redhead over there. She looks hot," he said. Scratch that. He's just another fuckboy.

I turned around and saw them looking at me. "You know I could hear you, or was that intentional?" I asked.

"With Richie, it's always intentional," another boy said, rolling his eyes. He held out his hand. "Stanley, and this is the Losers' Club," he introduced himself.

"(Y/n)," I replied, shaking his hand. So this is what human flesh felt like when it wasn't dead and going to be eaten by Dad.

"The trashmouth over there is Richie," Stanley said.

I looked at him in confusion. "The fuck is a trashmouth?" I asked, smiling.

"So we got another trashmouth," Richie said.

"The germaphobe over there is Eddie, and the stutterer over there is Bill," Stanley finished. Both of them waved at me simply.

"So, redhead. Where are you from?" Richie asked.

"Um, I live close to the school and my Dad just found out about it recently," I explained.

"Sweet," Richie replied.

The bell rang as we passed a group of kids who just looked like bad news.

"Think Bowers would sign my yearbook?" Richie asked. "'Richie, sorry for taking a hot, steamy dump in your backpack this year.'"

"Probably because you don't know how to keep your mouth shut," I replied.

Stanley high-fived me, making me feel happy. We walked outside and I watched as the boys dumped their books in the trash.

"Best feeling ever!" Stanley said.

"Try tickling your pickle for the first time," Richie said with a wide smile.

"Why is he called trashmouth and not fuckboy?" I asked.

"Because his mouth is bigger than the list of girls he's actually banged," Stanley said. "What if we go to the quarry?" he suggested.

"Guys, th-the b-barrens," Bill stammered.

"Betty Rimpson's mom," Eddie muttered.

I turned to the direction he was looking in and saw Mrs. Rimpson with two police officers. I frowned and looked down at the ground. Dad had taken her a couple weeks ago, saying how delicious her soft meat was.

"You think they'll actually find her?" Stanley asked.

"Sure, in a ditch, all decomposed, covered in worms and maggots, smelling like Eddie's mom's underwear," Richie pointed to Eddie.

"Shut up, that's freaking' disgusting!" Eddie said quietly.

"She's not dead, she's m-m-missing," Bill corrected him.

"Sorry, Bill, she's missing," Richie apologized. "You know the Barrens aren't that bad. Who doesn't love splashing around in shitty water?"

Suddenly, Bowers pushed Stanley down, who crashed into Richie. I looked at him in disbelief as he charged toward me. I caught his fist and pushed him to the ground. The whole group looked at me in disbelief as I walked over to Richie, taking his hand and helping him up.

"Y-you s-s-suck, Bowers!" Bill yelled confidently.

"Shut up, Bill," Eddie muttered.

"Did you say s-s-something, B-B-Billy?" Henry mocked his stutter. "You got a free ride this year because of your little brother. Ride's over, Denbrough." He heard a radio, indicating there were cops. A cop took off his glasses and stared at them. "This summer's going to be a hurt train, for you and your f**got friends," Henry said menacingly. Henry wiped his salivated hand onto Bill's cheek. They walked away and began to climb into Belch's car.

"Wish he'd go missing," Richie said in disgust.

"He's probably the one doing it," Eddie replied.

I started to walk away after a moment of silence, but Bill grabbed my wrist.

"Hey. I-if y-y-you don't want t-to, y-y-you d-don't have to, b-but we- we were g-going to go to the B-Barrens i-if you w-want t-to-"

"I would be happy to look for whatever you're looking for," I assured him. I took a couple steps away from the before I heard another voice.

"See ya tomorrow, sweetcheeks!" Richie called.

I turned around as Eddie hit him on the arm. "Right back at you, trashmouth."

I walked into the sewer and followed the secret passage to our home. I looked at Dad, who was resting in an old chair. He smiled as I walked into the room.

"How was your day, (Y/n)?" he asked.

"It was great, actually. School is full of positive emotions that are delicious to eat. I also made some new friends today," I explained.

"Are they delicious enough to eat?" he asked, smiling evilly.

"They're onto you, I know it. One of the guys in there knows about that little kid you took," I said.

"Which one, (N/n)?" he asked.

"Georgie," I replied, remembering his name.

"Oh, that one with the paper boat? He was delicious," he licked his lips.

"Yes, Dad, children taste delicious," I said, kicking off my shoes and going up to my room.

I always felt pity for my Dad's victims. They would be taken, left with a couple of traces, and then be eaten and have their bones discarded. So, before they got eaten, I would use these magical orbs to record a message to their loved ones. I wanted to help Georgie escape, but I promised Dad on my life that I wouldn't mess with his food, his life source.

I picked up Georgie's orb and rubbed my hand across it, telling it to play.

"Hey, Bill," Georgie said, "I know by the time you hear this, whether (Y/n) has given it to you or not, I will be dead. I want you to thank (Y/n) first of all, for having a soul to record this for you. I also want you to really stop Pennywise, at all costs. Please, Bill. Do it for me," Georgie begged as the recording ended.

Tears fell out of my eyes. I really do want to stop my Dad, but I don't know how. I just don't know.