Drabble/Imagine with the use of
Don't be scared, I've done this before.
Imagine trying to help pennywise brush its teeth because gosh knows those things are probably nasty as hell, but when you're finally done brushing all of its REGULAR teeth It tries to push you away.
It states distastefully, moving its mouth around as if the cleanliness was very uncomfortable and gross.
"But what about your other teeth!?"
You press. You knew full well that Pennywise had many more teeth than the ones you had just cleaned and you wanted to be thorough. It scrunched up its red nose at the thought of all of its teeth feeling that nasty minty cooling aspect that humans claim as "clean".
It also didn't like the idea of opening its mouth all the way for anything else other than eating, but it would seem that you wanted to insist and who was It to say no.
"I.. GUESS you can.. but you've only got 5 minutes to do it and if your hand is still in there I'll bite it off. Got it?"
It stated begrudgingly and bit angrily. You smile a bit as It crouched down to your level opening its mouth wide enough for you to have a full examination of Its slimy yet sharp gaping hole that could barely be called a mouth.
You could see every single one of its sharp rows of jagged, jutting teeth of all sizes. Its long, slimy tongue was lax and the back of his throat was pitch black as it was careful not to show its deadlights, and its mouth was completely drenched in drool, everywhere you looked there would be drips and pools of it.
Any sensible sane person would think it's utterly disgusting and would run screaming.
You took the toothbrush determinedly, gripping it with a good amount of force so as not to lose it.
You pressed the bristles to the sides of its teeth scrubbing gently but quickly.
Running the toothbrush over every tooth didn't seem as much as a huge chore but more of a relaxing job in some way, a satisfying activity that would benefit you both in different ways.
Pennywise seemed lax, not necessarily comfortable but also not tense and rigid, but complacent and accepting that you weren't backing down on this.
The minutes tick by a bit slower than you imagined
'Hasn't it been five minutes yet?'
You think to yourself as you brush the top of his fangs you were already almost completely done.
You step back your arm ached and felt like it was gonna fall off. Your hand was slightly slimy from bumping against his mouth and just cleaning in general.
"Okay I think I got all of them"
You state triumphantly as Pennywise closes its mouth and rubs its jaw from it being open for so long.
"I have a terrible aftertaste now"
It spits putridly, grimacing as it eyes you.
A very small smile caressed your face, you knew deep down It probably was grateful to you for such a cleaning, though, of course it would never ever admit such a dreadful thing.
This whole thing reminds me of the song Teeth by Lady Gaga
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