This first part is just a teeny tiny little introductory piece into what is hopefully going to be a collection of small short story drabbles based around the idea I had way back when after Chapter one involving Bobby Grey and the past that he might have had before becoming the monster of Derry. Its not very long I’m afraid but the next few pieces will be bigger I promise
Right off the bat I should warn you all he is not going to be like the Bobby of Chapter 2 and is not the sleezy nasty old man that people love to call daddy. After all this is an idea that happened way before that sort of reveal, but I have done my best to accommodate as much of the new content into the story without twisting my original story from it's origin.
That said, I do hope you enjoy my take on what Bobby might have been like and the sad story that is about to unfold. And I hope to be able to talk to anyone about it if they really really like it.
Tagging @kiss-me-fat-boi, @time-to-float, @beautiful-deadlights, @ghospice, @pennytrash, @itwasrealenough, @shidekou, @aethersghoulette, @jkknight98, @salomandra-mane, @peppermintclown24, @justrandomthatsallnothingtoit, @dust-of-starsandlittle-hopes, @pennywiseisalive, @penandthewise, @rottengirll69, @peniswisethedancingthot, @bigfootadventures, @claddypenny
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The clash of drums and the rambunctious cheers and screams of delight from the crowds filled the big tent like a vibrant song, exhilarating the performers with a ferocious swell of pride. Every acrobat and juggler, the strong man and the brave lion tamer. All parading out for all to see, to cheer for as the acrobats soared and flew through the air above their heads in a final, show stopping act, leaving the audience enraptured by the wondrous sights before them.
Of all the strange and enchanting performers there that night, however, none had enamoured the people of Derry more than the circus’s most prizes attraction.
The one and only Pennywise the Dancing Clown.
Silken white ruffles and bright orange hair swirled and spun before them as the clown cartwheeled into the center of the arena. Flipping to his feet in a deft act of grace he spread his arms wide towards his adoring audience, smiling at them brightly. With joy and laughter stark on his pale painted face he cavorted and danced merrily for the amusement of the Derry towns folk. The children screamed and laughed along with him as he pretended to stumble and trip over his feet, or to flip himself over the miniature pony’s tiny wagon, or swing himself boldly from the crook of the Strongman’s flexed arm like a strange and gangly monkey.
All of them loved him - adored him - and he loved them just as much. If not more. The bright, buck toothed grin on his face more genuine than any would believe as he thrived in his moment beneath the spotlight. This was his life. This was his passion. The only thing in the world that he ever wanted…
As the Clown danced and bounded across the floor, jumping and peering out into the crowds, he couldn’t help but look up to catch a glimpse of the dazzling show going on up above him. The familiar sight of a sleek, petite body soaring through the air made his heart skip within his chest, watching the beautiful lead acrobat flying from rope to rope over head. The dark olive tone of her skin stood in stark contrast to the bright, vivid red of her costume. Like a streak of fire twirling through the air like a phoenix taking flight. Deftly swinging herself from the hands of one acrobat to another - every leap and jump perfectly timed, but still setting his pulse ablaze with adrenaline.
As he stared skyward he even thought he managed to catch a glimpse of her twinkling green eyes looking back down at him.
“Move your ass clown, it’s the big finale, Hurry up!”
The harsh voice hissing against his ear jolts him from his trance just as he is bodily pushed out towards the edges of the arena. The ringmaster’s scowling features filling his view as Pennywise is quick to come back to his senses and rush himself to his place for the finishing act. It was little more than a minor delay, unnoticeable to the crowd still hollering and cheering in the stands, but the clown would get a reaming for certain that night from the miserly old bastard, not that it would be anything he hadn’t dealt with before. Let the bitter, spiteful old coot rant and rave all he likes, it never managed to get him anywhere and they both knew there was no point in threatening the circus’s biggest money maker over little distraction during the show.
None of it would matter anyway he thought, watching the acrobats gracefully descending from the trapeze to join their fellow performers down on the sand. Once he’s back in his tent at the end of the night the world will fade into nothing, leaving his mind is filled with only her. Thinking of the moment where silken white and glittering crimson would tangle together as he finally manages to catch his beautiful little firebird in a moment of privacy. Drowning himself in her smile and the warmth of her voice until the morning light tears them apart once more.
Until then he would have to remain focused. Dedicated to his craft and his forged family as they finish their closing act, bowing before the crowds screaming their elation at the wonderful performance.
The wide, painted smile on the clown’s face was, as ever, bright and filled with genuine joy as he gazed upon the happy faces of all the children and parents around him. He basked in their adulation, letting the heavy swell of pride and contentment bloom in his chest knowing that no matter what happened he would always do his best to keep making people smile…
