Story I did based on a prompt from @fandomscreenshots :)
âPennywise, Iâm home!â
My voice echoed through the dusty rafters of the Neibolt House, my converses shifting squeakily over the old panels of the old-fashioned floor. I had told him time and time again to at least try and make the house look a little bit more presentable; it was a failed argument every time I brought it up, but I couldnât help but try. Pennywise was very set on his ways, and if that was living in the remains of a creepy house that had more cobwebs than windows, then so be it.
The front door was opened as I walked in, not paying any attention to it as I typed a quick text to my mom, explaining that I would be at the library for the next couple hours; I hated lying to her but if I had told her the real reason I was because I had a alien clown monster boyfriend to tend to, I think she would send me to some mental hospital faster than I could blink. However, even given his unusual and often horrifying ways, Pennywise had been the best thing to ever happen to me. Itâs true that I had my extreme doubts about our relationship at first, but I found myself thinking about him when I wasnât with him. It was also nice that even with this townâs alarming amount of school bullies, I was untouchable to them because the minute any of them got near me, Pennywise would be there, teeth snarling and claws clenching. That was how we actually met, and I wouldnât give it back for anything in the world.
I was so preoccupied with texting that I didnât noticed the front door was not leaning awkwardly against the door like it always was, but instead on the ground. I tripped lightly on it, grimacing as my toe was lightly stubbed. I did a slight hop, holding up my hurt foot as I grabbed the wall nearest me for support. I jumped back when the wall felt cold and sticky.
I stepped slowly away when I finally noticed the amount of blood stains and claw marks on the walls of the house. I mean that was not unusual for this house considering who lives here, but there was a lot more of it than I had remembered. I took a step closer to it this time, noticing the slight odd texture to some of the blood stains. With wide eyes, I realized that most of the blood stains were slowly sliding their way up the walls. The streams of red were twisting painfully and continued to be suspended on the ceiling. This wasnât just anyoneâs blood.
I glanced back down at the door, now realizing it was not just lying there randomly. It had been kicked open.
My heart started to race.
âPennywise!â I screamed, running forward into the house. I frantically checked all the rooms, almost falling through holes in the floor in my mad haste. I threw open the basement door, switching on my phone flashlight as I peered into the old, bloody well that was down there. It was the entrance to Pennywiseâs actual lair, but if he knew I was coming, he would usually would be upstairs. We had the routine pretty much down, and it always ended with me walking into the house and running into his long arms.
And at the moment, that was the only place I wanted to be right now.
âPennywise, can you hear me!â I yelled down the wall, my flashlight scanning the walls, my eyes squinting. I got no answer back. My panicked heart started to catch up with me and my adrenaline started to disappear, leaving me gasping for breath as I turned, sinking to the ground, my back against the outer wall of the well.
I almost wished it was some mean prank he was pulling on me and then any second now he would climb out of the well behind me, cackling his usual laugh, and sweep me up in his silky embrace and would gently drag me down the well to his home.
None of that happened, instead I felt tears slipping down my face as I sat in the cold dirty floor of the basement with only one question on my mind.
I wiped my tears away and brought my knees up to my chest as I thought some more.
With the blood stains upstairs, the broken-down door and the absent Pennywise, I can only assume that there was a struggle, one that Pennywise didnât win. That was already a preposterous thought to me: Pennywise was all powerful, shapeshifting, teleporting monster; he wasnât overpowered, he did the overpowering.
I sat up, putting most of my weight on the well as I thought more.
But who would come after Pennywise? Kids could not have done all this, so it had to be adults, but adults didnât know he existed? He was always careful about that.
I didnât get much into my detective thinking when a groan from the far corner of the basement made me jump. I shot up, a hopeful smile on my face.
I got no answer, so I crept further into the corner, gasping when a human hand reached out to me in the darkness. I turned on my phone flashlight, aiming it in the direction of the hand.
A middle-aged ma laid there in SWAT-looking uniform. His legs and arms were bent in unnatural angles and his face was bloodied with what looked like teeth and claw marks. I was guessing Pennywiseâs handiwork.
âIt took 25 of usâŚâ He rasped up to me and I crouched down, trying to listen.
âIt took 25 of us, but we brought down your demon boyfriend.â I blinked as the man painfully smirked at me.
âI-I know who you are. We have been surveying him for a while. How could we not know about his obedient human pet?â How was that even possible. Pennywise would have known if we were being watched.
âWhere is he.â My voice tried to be as authoritative as it could be, but, I was terrified.
The man groaned, his body twitching as he tried to get some control over his broken limbs.
âForget it. They are going to eventually kill him. The only reason they left me behind was, so the rest of my team could get back to base as quickly as possible to begin that process.â My phone flashlight trembled as I squeezed my phone, my hands trembling.
âYou canât kill him. He isnât from this world, hell, this dimension!â I practically screamed.
The man simply chuckled softly. âWeâll find a way, and with each try, we will come closer and closer to understanding him and the way we can end him.â
Car doors being slammed outside the house made me jump and the man smiled.
âIâd run along, girl. My team is back for me and they might think you would be useful for examination too.â I glared at him, before jumping up and running to the window. I had to stand on a nearby brick pile in order to hoist myself up to see out the tiny basement window. Sure enough, large, darkly colored vans were parked outside the Neibolt house. Men with the same uniform as the one on the floor hopped out and began to approach the house. My eyes narrowed at their approach.
I had some options to consider, but at the moment all I could feel was the intense hate towards these men: they had taken Pennywise, hurt him, and are planning to do a lot more of it at their facility, wherever that maybe. If I were anyone else, Iâd be happy that someone had gone and taken that monster away. But I was not just somebody.
I was the girlfriend of Pennywise.
I jumped off the brick pile, switching off my phone flashlight before charging up the stairs.
âIâll tell him you said hi!â The man called hoarsely after me and I flinched at his words.
Not if I get to him first.
I emerged from the basement just in time to hear footsteps echoing from the front foyer. Lucky for me, I knew this house like the back of my hand. I turned the corner leading away from the basement door, which dumped me in the broken-down kitchen, the tables and chairs all overturned and broken. There was a door leading from the kitchen to the living room that I quietly took. All the while, I heard the heavy boots of the men making their way to the basement, I took the long way around the house and snuck out of the front door. The vans were all turned off and I froze when I saw that not everyone in them had gone inside. The driver of one van was still in the car, but it looked like he was busy on his cell phone to noticed me. I silently made my way down the front steps, my body hunched down so the overgrown weeds in front of the house were blocking my view of the lone driver in case he did decide to glance my way.
I made my way to the back of the vans. I tested the handle on the back doors, and luckily, they were left unlocked. I pulled them open, hoisting my small body inside before closing the door as quietly as I could behind me. I was a little alarmed at the sight of a large amount of bloody weapon and other various attack equipment. I also noticed with a slight twinge of fear that the blood that was stained on the weapons as lazily floating in the air around me. I reach out, cupping a small amount of blood that was near me, holding it gently in the palm of my hand. It was warm, still fresh.
With the weight-less blood still in my cupped hands, I slid down, easing myself under a bloody tarp. I guess they had laid it down to the blood wouldnât get onto the floor of the van, but it worked in my favor as I secured it over my body. I laid my body flat, my hands out in front of me, bring my hands close to my face.
I heard voices nearing the van and there was rough rocking of the van as I felt the men start to climb into the front of the vehicle.
âYou mean you saw the thingâs lady friend? What was she like? Clinically insane?â The voice joked, followed by a chorus of deep laughter.
âNah, but she was easy on the eyes though.â I recognized the voice of the injured man, his voice still strained and pained, but not pained enough to not crack jokes. I jumped as the thoughtlessly tossed bags and what felt like their jackets into the back of the van and I grimaced as most of it had landed on me. I guess it would work well with hiding me a little better.
The van was then started, the engine roaring to life and I felt it lurch forward, the tired crunching underneath the dirt road as it pulled away from the Neibolt house.
The men continued talking, but I refused to listen to anymore of it. I instead brought my hands closer to my face, my fingers creating a small crack to I could just see inside to the floating blood.
âIâm coming for you, just hold tight.â I whispered to it. I had no idea how Pennywiseâs magic worked but if there was any way I could communicate with him, this was the only way I thought how.
Pennywise had saved me countless times in the past, but now if was my turn to save him.
I think I had managed to fall asleep on the way, but I was jolted awake when the van rolled to a rough stop. I had no idea how long we had been driving for, or where we were. Â I sat up slightly as I heard the same voices of the men before, followed by the doors slamming and then silence. I slowly peeked out from the tarp. The last think I wanted to do at this point was get caught. I was Pennywiseâs only hope.
I was surprised to see that even thought my grip on it had slipped in my sleep, the ball of floating blood had stayed close to me. I smiled, thinking that in some way, Pennywise was a reason behind that.
I counted to 100 before I peeled the tarp completely off me. I was silence all around me, and I could only assume I was alone. I sat up, peeking through the small windows on the van doors, I was in some kind of large garage. It had to be a part of a bigger building, given the high ceilings and various doors. O craned my eyesight around and found I was one van in a long line up of vans, all with the same dark color and logo.
The door was unlocked as I slipped through the door, my feet landing softly on the polished cement floor. The floating blood still stayed with me, huddling close to my neck, staining my skin slightly. My eye scanned the various doors leading out of the garage and I panicked.
How was I ever going to find Pennywise in this place.
Not to mention they probably had video cameras at every corner, guard everywhere, and security systems up the wazoo.
I sighed in defeat, but jumped when I heard voices. I quickly ducked behind the van. Not to mention, if I did get caught, I would mostly likely get arrested for trespassing.
That was when I felt a slight nudge on my neck and I turned, the little blob of blood floating excitedly in front of me. I only started at it dumbfounded. It wiggled, bounced and bobbed in front of my vision.
âWhat? What are trying to tell me?â I asked it softly, keeping my voice low.
It then suddenly dived down to the ground, sliding easily through the grates of a vent that I hadnât noticed was there. I blinked.
It bubbled back up through the cracks and back to my eye line. For a second, I thought I saw it gesture downwards.
âYou want me to go down there?â I asked it and it seem to nod back at me. I dropped down on all fours, my fingers tracing the outline of the vent. It looked like it was nailed shut to the floor and I my short fingers painfully tried to get under the edges, pulling as hard as I could with no avail. As I pulled and tugged, a swirl of floating red seemed to slide in and under the vent and I jumped back. I glanced back at the van and noticed that the blood still remaining in it was started to seep through the door. It lazily floated down and stained the grates red. I blinked, not entirely sure what I was currently seeing.
There was a soft pop as the nails shot out of the vent corners, and the redness poured into the now open crevasses around the vent. I helped, my fingers now able to grab the edges and lift with all my might. The vent was so heavy, and I huffed, sliding it back and off the opening. I switched my ever-trustworthy phone flashlight, peering into the vent. It was dark, but it did not look like there was any sort of handle/ladder system for me to use. The blood, that was floating lazily around me, suddenly rushed into the vent, the darkness swallowing it right up.
I jumped as I heard a shaky, unnerving whisper from the inside of the vent.
Weâll catch you. Youâll float down.
I remembered that Pennywise had often used this tone of voice to talk to me about his day through the drain of my sink as I brushed my teeth if we did not get to see each other that day. It was the perfect way for us to catch up because the bathroom door was closed and locked and if he talked loud enough through the pipes, I could talk to him all through my shower.
Even the voice evened out most of my nerves, jumping down into a dark vent would still leave anyone a little hesitant. My heart started to pound as I heard the same voices of the men as before, but now they were closer. I sighed in exacerbation, position my legs into the opening of the vent as I sat on the edge of it.
âPenny, if you give me a bruised butt, I will kill you.â I hissed softly before I left me grip on the vent edge go and I slipped through the opening.
I fell for a short while, the darkness and stale air rushing by me. I tried my very best not to scream or make any sense of noise. Someone would defiantly get suspicious if they heard a girl screaming from their air conditioner.
Then I felt suddenly warm and the blackness was replaced by red. I gasped, my hands reaching out and brushing against the floating red of Pennywiseâs blood. I could feel its warmth stretching, supporting me as best as it could, it had a slightly glow to it, making it easy to see it through the lack of light.
It set me down, silently telling me to bend down. I did as it told me, landing on all fours as I gently nudged me in the direction of what looked like ventilation shaft. I gasped, feeling a little claustrophobic. My back pressed right up against the roof of the shaft. The blood was still there, and it floated out in front of me, slowly moving through the air. Its movements were hard to describe, but I was sure enough to know it was leading me somewhere.
I took a deep breath, my body uneasily moving to follow the trail of floating blood. I could feel droplets of sweat began to form on my forehead and my hair stuck to my mouth, but I didnât care. I had to get to Pennywise.
The blood eventually stopped over what looked like another vent opening and I stopped before it, lowering myself as best as I could to see through. Directly below me was what looked like control panel with buttons, display panels and blinking lights. Some people in white lab coats were seated leisurely at the panel. One even had his feet up on the panel, ankles crossed as he ate Chinese noodles out of a white take out box. However, their gaze were all looking in the same direction. I angled my head a little to see what exactly they were looking at.
A thick slab of glass separated them from another part of the room. On this opposite side of the glass wall was what look like a giant red cube. It was placed in the middle of the room and all of the men seemed to be watching it with great interest. I was about to wonder what exactly the red cube was when a giant, clawed, hand shot out from the red, slamming against walls of the cube. The hand slowly slides down the wall, the claws leaving no mark.
My blood ran cold once I realized what exactly made the cube the red colored.
It wasnât even a cube at all. It was a giant, glass cage. On closer examination, I realized the red color seemed to me shifting, swirling, floating.
It was blood. It was Pennywiseâs blood.
The blood began to clear, and my hands flew to my mouth as I began to see the limp form of Pennywise lying on the floor of the glass cage. His costume was worn and bloodied, more bloodied than usual. His eyes were flaming orange, the color so intense I could see it all the way up in my secret perch. His hair was flat and the red line on his face were faded and more red lines had branched from those ones. His claws had broken through his usually crisp white gloves but then were chipped, broken. Even his sharp fangs, that could easily break anything that got in his way, seemed dulled. Â All in all, he looked awful, hurt, and scared and it broke my heart in two.
What had the done to my Pennywise.
A door opened on the panel side of the glass and I craned my neck to see who had entered. I watched through the vent bars as one of the men with the SWAT look-alike uniforms entered, making the men in white coats all glance at them instead of Pennywise.
Pennywiseâs eyes flashed an even brighter shade of orange and a deep, guttural growl echoed the room and his snapped his fangs at them weakly. They paid him no mind.
âWe got Nick from the basement of the house. Heâs in the infirmary healing after what that monster put him through.â He said, gesturing to Pennywise, whoâs eyes narrowed angrily.
The man turned his full attention to Pennywise and leaned over on the panel, clicking on a microphone on the dashboard.
âYeah, hear that, asshole? We ran into your girlfriend while we were there.â
That got Pennywise moving, and he was standing to his full towering and intimidating height, his inhuman roar making the glass shake slightly, but not enough to break it. Whatever this glass was made of, it was strong.
âShe found out we had taken you and she ran home, crying. Jesus, you must have really bewitched her or something. What sane person would care about a monster like you?â He joked, chuckling darkly as he switched off the microphone, but Pennywise remained standing, his teeth bared and his snarl growing and his eyes never leaving the man.
âWhat have you found out so far?â He asked one of the lab coats and my eyes squinted onto his uniform to where his last name was printed on the upper right chest of the jacket he wore.
âNothing much. We know itâs defiantly not human or even from this world, but itâs hard to get a good read on itâs blood when it does, you know, that.â One said, gesturing to the red floating mess circling Pennywise in the glass cage.
âWhat if you just killed him? Maybe the blood would stay still long enough for you to study it or whatever?â Bryant suggested, and my heart skipped a beat. I didnât listen to the lab coatâs response because I looked up to the floating redness that had lead me here.
âWe need to get down to him. Does he know I am here?â I mouthed to it and it shift itself in the direction to the glass cage. As I looked down, I watched as Pennywiseâs orange eyes began to ever so slightly slide upwards, his vision traveling beyond the panel of lab coats. The rest of his body remained motionless and still, it was only his eyes that moved. They continued to move upward until our eyes locked. I watched with a loving sense of awe as his right eyes dropped down into a quick wink as his vision was once more lowered back down to the panel.
He knew I was here. He knew I was coming to rescue him.
But how was the next big question I needed to figure out. There was one of me and seemingly never-ending amount of them. Not to mention, given the number of weapons I found in the van, they were a lot stronger than I was. All I had to do was get Pennywise out of the cage and all odds would be evened. The cage seemed to me rendering him weak and vulnerable and the lab coats were doing what they pleased with him while he was in there. Once he was out of the power-sucking cage, it would be game over for everyone in this building. One thing I never underestimated was Pennywiseâs level of vengeance.
I shifted myself over the vent, careful to not put my full weight on in as I glanced to see what was on the opposite wall from the control panel and Pennywiseâs cage. My eyes lit up when I saw a ready to pull fire alarm. The small, floating mass shifted as I did, and I think it saw what I saw as it started to bounce excitedly. If I can somehow turn that fire alarm on, it most likely distracts the men long enough for me to push whatever button that would release Pennywise from the cage.
I glanced back at the panel and I tried to figure out exactly which button would do just that. Unfortunately, none of them were conveniently labeled âOPEN CAGEâ. There was, however, a bright red button that was bigger than all the other buttons. A key slot was directly next to it and I could only hope it was what would open the cage. Why else would they need a key for it?
I glanced back up at the red floating trail of blood, my loyal partner through this entire rescue mission.
âCan you find the key for that?â I asked, pointing to the red button. I didnât get an answer, but it suddenly turned and floated away from, disappearing through another ventilation shaft. I can only hope it could understand me.
The sudden squeak of a walkie-talkie made me jump slightly and I glanced down, Bryant reaching around and grasping the device from his utility belt.
âWhat?â He asked, placing the device close to his mouth.
âWe found an open vent in the garage near the van we used to go get Nick. One of the vans has an open door and the equipment looks like it has been moved around. If I didnât know better, Iâd say we have a stowaway.â A static-filled voice was heard, and I froze.
A knowing look crossed Bryanâs face, all the color drained away. He turned to Pennywise.
âSeems to me, I underestimated your little lady friend.â He said in a mocking tone, but the slight fear was evident under his voice. Pennywiseâs white face broke out into a wide, unnerving grin, multiple sets of teeth visible.
One of the lab coats shuddered.
Bryant lifted the walkie-talkie again, his voice rushed a little frantic.
âItâs the girl Nick saw at the house. Sheâs here for it. Find her now and make sure she comes no where near the observation deck. The farther away she stays from the monster, the better.â
His voice trailed off, following by the slamming of a door so I assumed he had left the room, leaving just me and the lab coats. I glanced at Pennywise and found him already looking up in my direction. His eyes color had changed into my favorite baby blue color and I could see the fear behind him, His fangs were gone, and his plump red lips were parted, revealing his two cute buck teeth. He let out a pained whimper that I could hear even from my high up hiding spot.
One of the lab coats slammed on a button on the panel.
âShut it, freak!â I watched with horror as Pennywise dropped to the ground, roaring in pain. I pressed the palms of my hands to my ears, the sound too much for me to handle. The lab coast were nonplused and indifferent to the sound.
There must be some kind of electrical shock connecting to Pennywise in the cage. They were essentially torturing him. I also hadnât seen him change or otherwise use any of his numerous abilities, so I could only assume that the cage was chocking that out as well. It pained me to think that this was probably the most vulnerable and scared Pennywise had ever felt in his long life. Â My blood boiled at the thought and I felt a rage of anger crash through me as my nails dig into my skin. This was probably how Pennywise felt every time he saw me get bullied or someone did something to hurt me.
Something moved in the corner of my eye and I glanced up, seeing the small trickle of blood float its way on back to me. I broke out into a huge smile when I saw it had a small, official looking key floating along with it. It was funny to think of it as carrying the key, but the was essentially what it was doing.
âGood work!â I mouthed as it dropped the key into my outstretched hand. I grasped it tightly and then glanced down at the fire alarm before glancing back up at the blood.
âDo you think you can pull that?â I asked but itâs only answer was to gesture back down to the glass cage. I followed it gaze and could just barely see Pennywise nod slightly in my direction. It dawned on me then that it was probably Pennywise the entire time directing me to him using his stained, floating blood and he was communicating to me through it.
âOkay, ready?â I asked it and it answered me by floating down to the screw along the vent opening silently beginning to unscrew it just as it did in the garage. I swung myself around, putting my feet first; once I was through the vent, I need to be on my feet and running to the panel as fast I could. My heart pounding in my ear in anticipation. I glanced back at Pennywise one last time and he only nodded once before the vent went loose as the last screw was taken out. I kicked it as hard as I could, and the vent fell through, landing loudly on the floor of the panel room. The lab coats all jumped in surprise but judging by their expressions, they were not expecting me to jump through the vent, landing on top of the fallen vent.
They were all on their feet, shouting at me all at the same time, but I was too focused on, my task to even hear them. I felt the rush of the blood float quickly past me in the direction of the fire alarm while I made my advance to the panel. They all rose up to stop me, but they all jumped once the fire alarm went ringing through the air. Even though I was expecting it, it still caught me off guard, making me jump and loose my balance.
I watched in utter horror as the key slipped through my sweaty palm and land on the floor. I went to reach for it, the world moving in slow motion around me.
I felt a hand grab the back of my shirt, yanking me back from the key. I screamed in desperation as more hand grabbed onto me in a not so gentle manner. I had come this close to saving Pennywise and I wasnât going down without a fight. The lab coat with the best grip on my sneered at my frantic expression, but then there was a flash of red as he screamed, the floating blood coming to my rescue and flying straight into his face, His eyes squeezed shit and he let me go to try and fight the blood off his face, and then was just the leeway I needed to snatch up the key. The other hands that had once yanked me back had since let go and were also focused on the floating blood.
With the key once more in my hand, I flew the rest of the way to the panel, easily finding the slot I put it in. Once it was in, I twisted it, making the bright red button glow. I heard a chorus line of screaming behind me; they must have looked away from the floating blood long enough to realize what I was doing. But, it was too late. My hand smacked the button down just as a striking pain was felt across my back and I found myself sprawled on the cold ground.
My only thought through the entire process was that I had hoped I had pushed the right button.
But not a second later. I got my answer as an unearthly roar was heard, shattering the glass slab and I tucked my head into my arms to avoid the flying glass shards as they handed around me. I didnât dare lift my head as I heard the same screams from the men in the lab coats, but this time they were accompanied by bones crunching and a higher pitched shrieking.
Suddenly, it was silent, save for the fire alarm.
Then, I felt the familiar touch of a warm, satin glove on my back, the comforting jingle of tiny bells and a cute, red nose gently nudging the side of my face. My eyes hot open and I was met with the same baby blue eyes that I have learned to love.
âPennywise!â I yelped happily, flying into his long arms. They wrapped around me tightly, and I think they even grew longer so they could coil around me a few times just for safe measure. Over his broad shoulder I watched the same blob of floating blood come closer to us and slide into an open wound on Pennywiseâs arm before the injury closed itself up. I smiled.
âI canât believe you came for me.â I relished in the sound of his goofy voice and I snuggled in closer, my face buried into the frilly collar around his neck.
âOf course, I did. You would have done the same for me.â I said, and he squeezed me tighter in agreement.
We both tensed when we heard shouting outside the door, the pounding of heavy boots coming closer and closer. I felt a deep, low snarl erupt in his chest before I heard it as he escaped through his fangs.
âI should kill everyone one of them and leave their insides out in the woods so lowly animals can feats on them. â I grimaced at the thought.
âNo, please,â I said softly, and he pulled apart to look at me, his expression surprised. I cupped his cheeks, my thumbs tracing the bright red lines on his face. âI lost you once because of these monsters, letâs just leave and hope they never find us again.â
I knew fleeing without killing wasnât exactly Pennywiseâs style, but I think given his slightly weak form and the toll the torture probably took on him made him sigh and he nodded, and I quickly wound my arms back around his neck as he stood with me still wrapped up tight in his arms. I heard the door swung open and I tensed, but all I heard was Pennywise let out a loud, monstrous growl before it went dark and silent around me. The air grew gold and I was thankful for Pennywiseâs warm arms around me.
I lifted my head up slightly, the events of the day catching up with me and making me feel sleepy. âWhere are we?â I asked quietly. Pennywise started to walk forward, and I could hear leaves crunching under him.
âThe woods just outside of town, near your house.â He said, and I groaned. A few hours were defiantly done and gone, and my mother is probably beyond livid that I lied to here about where I was. Pennywise only chuckled.
âYour mother went to sleep a while ago, and a note appeared on your kitchen table hours ago, saying you were at a friendâs house, studying.â His vast abilities never failed to render me speechless; was there anything he couldnât do?â
I felt the air grow colder and I lifted my head fully off his shoulder to see where we were. I smiled when I saw we were entering an open sewer drain; it was the one I often used to visit him from my house.
âWe both need rest and I need to hold you for a while, just so I know that you are actually here.â He spoke quietly, his wide, baby blue eyes finding mine in the darkness. I smiled, leaning up to press a kiss to his red painted pout.
âIâm not going anywhere, and neither are you.â I said as we entered the main part of his layer. Without taking his eyes off me, his made his way up his tall tower of stolen things and into his wooden parade box. The door shut behind him without him ever needing to touch it. The light in the room was soft and golden and for the first time that day, I felt complexly safe.
When he first took me here, I knew I needed to make it a little homier. He didnât understand what that meant so, I took it upon myself to steal some blankets and pillows from my house and make a cozy little nest on the corner of the parade box. I used it far more than he did. It was good for those nights he was out late hunting and I need to catch up on some sleep or homework. I even found I slept better there than in my actual room at my house.
I wasnât that surprised that upon entering the box, he went straight there, slithering his way into the blanket with me still wrapped up in his arms. I settled myself down on his chest, sighing happily, my eyes drooping.
âThank you, for what you did today. There isnât one person in the entire universe who would do what you did today. I knew I owed you my love but after today, I owe you my life.â He said, his gloved thumb tracing circles on my cheek. My eyes closed from the comforting movement.
âYou donât owe me anything. You are still here with me, and that is enough.â My voice was slurred slightly due to my tired state.
He chuckled in response. His lips pressing a kiss to my head.
âSleep, my silly, brave little one. If anything comes evenly remotely close to you while you are sleeping, it will be killed on sight.â I couldnât help but giggle and soon his familiar cackle joined in.
âGood to know someone is looking out for me.â I said, my eyes still shit as I traced the red pom poms on his costumer. His only response to that was to squeeze me tighter, his lips pouted as he gently shushed me. It wasnât long after that I gave into my heavy eyes and soon Pennywiseâs gently breathing and slow strokes to my hair were more than enough to put me to sleep.
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