Kyu_Cipher

Ok, so first for LAUGHING JACK, I see him as Demi AroAce (no gender preference) with some Demiboy vibes? I don't think he really cares about gender that much (considering the fact that he doesn't really have anything going on down there), but "decided" to present as a boy because Isaac was also a boy, and he wanted to match with his best friend! He's pretty used to people using masculine terms and pronouns on him, but won't really complain if you use something else? At most he'll be a little surprised and amused, but in a good way :^)

The sexuality part is a bit more complicated, but mostly because I projected HEAVILY while writing that part of the story, so bare with me 😭 I imagine that he never had any interest in romance, sex or relationships in general, and even after being set free from his box, it wasn't something that actually seemed appealing. Most if not all the relationships he saw growing up were extremely abusive, so he doesn't really have any good examples to look up to. From the limited stuff he had to experience from Isaac's father and Isaac himself later on, sex just seemed... kinda nasty, but not in a fun way (gutting people is way more fun!). So yeah, he kept that mindset throughout the centuries, and never thought too hard about it until a certain annoying little librarian showed up. Jack didn't plan to get attached to Percy at first (his original idea was to mess with them and their nephew to see why Slenderman was so intrigued by them), but one thing led to another and they ended up becoming good friends rather quickly. Those feelings started out platonic, but slowly developed into a little crush that he didn't notice at all. I've kinda talked about this previously here lol

I imagine that one of the other proxies at the mansion had to point that out for him to finally figure out what's happening. There's a bit of denial at first, but it quickly turns into full on infatuation because he's terrible at hiding his feelings lol

Unfortunately for him, Percy is oblivious as shit and assumes he's just being his usual friendly self (plus they're still a bit affected by Pennywise dumping them, so they don't want to assume anything), and they stay in this silent mutual pining that's PAINFUL for everyone present to watch. After they actually get together things become a little more complicated because Jack was so focused on figuring out his romantic feelings that he didn't notice... the other ones.

He's literally a repressed victorian maiden 😭

He's trying so hard not to oogle whenever Percy takes their cardigan off, but he's WEAK!! As I said before, LJ doesn't really have the best experiences with that sort of thing because of Isaac, so it kinda makes him feel nasty for having those thoughts about Percy? He doesn't want to hurt them like that, it feels wrong! What if they get grossed out by him?? He doesn't want that :^(

Eventually they both finally snap out of that and get more comfortable with it, but that's a story for another time :P

Now for PENNYWISE....... Technically speaking, he's unlabeled as hell because those silly human ideas are stupid and it feels above such trivial things. But translating to something more tangible to humans, I hc Penny as somehow on the aspec? It is definitely aromantic and doesn't feel love (or any other emotions honestly) in the same traditional sense as most humans do (totally not projecting my experiences with my queerplatonic partner here). Not entirely sure on the asexual part though? Probably on the spectrum, but nothing set in stone. It has definitely lusted over a few humans through the years though lol

Gender wise? Same logic as before tbh. It has tried out a bit of everything throughout its existence, sometimes fem, sometimes masc, sometimes something entirely new, but ultimately it decided that no human could possibly comprehend something as great as them, so it doesn't particularly care. Tends to use masculine terms and pronouns when talking about itself, but that's mostly because of his clown form and how it's perceived by other people. Other than that, they don't care about what pronouns you use on her, so I personally like to throw around any pronouns (Using she/her for Penny kinda gets me giddy ngl)

For my oc PERCY; it's pretty simple to answer actually, just because they're human and know their queer terminology/labels 😭

But yeah, they're also Demi AroAce (no gender preference) and Nonbinary. Percy very much prefers They/Them pronouns, but considering that they live in a homophobic ass town (Derry) and have a job that requires interacting with a lot of people, they'll also go by She/Her. Funnily enough, they get very surprised when they mention their pronouns to the proxies, and their reactions are just... Chill. No questions asked, they all just use their single communal braincell and go "Oh, like Eyeless Jack" before moving on to something else.

Terror, familiar and dreadful, an instinct coded into your DNA, the reason why the hairs on the back of your neck bristle when you are alone, the sudden burst of terror you feel sometimes when you climb a dark staircase. It's the reflexive fear of being pursued by a predator.

“Pennywise?” you ask the darkness.

And it answers, “Oh… ohoho yes. Yes, here I am…”

It's a warm summer night, but your blood cools at the sound of the thing giggling somewhere close by. Beneath your bed, on the ceiling above, the closet, the doorway– you can't pinpoint it. The sound seems to come from every direction all at once. You half wonder if you're still dreaming.

You swallow around the barrier in your throat, try to force yourself to breathe…

“Come out then,” you say, hoping the wavering in your voice isn't quite so obvious as it sounds to your ears. “Let me see you.”

A whisper of breath at the nape of your neck straightens your spine.

There shouldn't be enough space between your bed's headboard and your back, but you feel it there, close.

And little by little, all that instinctive fear dissolves. You know that monster. It's yours.

“You were sleeping so soundly, all tucked up nice and safe in your bed,” Pennywise says, the sing-songy lilt of its voice accompanying the tickle of gloved fingers trailing down your back. “Mmh… I scared you…”

“A little.”

It mutters something so softly to itself, something that sounds like “tasty.”

“Poor thing,” it sighs aloud, “but you know there's no need to be afraid of your silly ol’ Pennywise.”

“No?”

“Never. Why, I could never hurt you. Oh no no no.”

You want to believe it, but try as you might, instinct begs you to reconsider. Your beating, pleading heart pounds against your ribs: fight, or flee, but for God's sake, don't you dare fall for it. Run. Run! RUN!