"Poor girl, crying on her own. You don't have any friends, do you?" You hiccuped, mascara running down your face. "N-no..." "N-no..." the clown mocked, pulling a very exaggerated sad face. "But don't worry lovely, I can offer something. I can be your friend." "Y-you what?" "Friendship doesn't come cheap, girlie. It's going to come with a price." (Smutty Pennywise x reader in which Pennywise sometimes takes a beautiful human form. Seriously smut warning beep beep beep, also language probably, and blood) ((THIS BOOK IS ON HIATUS. I'm sorry!))