@evilineage​ said: Surely, Mister Pennywise had many places to be. It had always seemed the Busy Bee type to the child. Nonetheless, that didn’t stop her from leaving a pumpkin bucket by the infamous sewer grate Janie had known the other to reside in occasionally. Within the pumpkin were a few pieces of her own, hard earned trick-or-treat sweets. Friends share, don’t they?

The night had been filled with occasional frights due to the clown’s mischief, but nothing more. No talk of death or disappearances to be heard of. Pennywise had happened to have been passing through that tunnel of the sewers when it heard the retreating footsteps of a child sounding from a nearby grate and decided to investigate. What greeted it was a small, plastic bucket in the shape of a pumpkin, something that it had seen many children carrying around tonight.

Reaching a gloved hand up, it plucked the bucket from off the street and carefully slipped it into the grate before peering down at the sweets resting inside. Usually it didn’t eat candy, much preferring meat, but on occasion it would treat itself to something different every now and then. Aside from that, it could smell a familiar scent on the bucket itself.... the clown girl, Jamie, was it?

Blinking for a moment, Pennywise peered back up through the grate and looked around to see if it could see any sign of her before looking down at the bucket again, fingertips idly tapping on the side of it. Eventually, it turned and continued on its way down the tunnel, plucking a piece of candy from the pumpkin cradled to its chest and unwrapping it before popping it into its mouth.

The taunting repeat of his words, that had been so automatic, stung perhaps more than they should have - he knew, realistically, that the clown didn’t care about either of them. Why not taunt? Tease? Be every bit the bully Bowers was, only worse? His heart was absolutely pounding in his chest by that point, the sound ricocheting throughout his veins and making his stomach twist… though his eyes never wavered from his best friend, bound and tied like some kind of animal in Pennywise’s clutches. “Stop it! S-Stop–!” he protested as the stitch was teased, plucked at… and finally broken.

The resulting blood made the clenched fist rise to cover his mouth as a wheeze tried to overtake his breathing, as his vision swimmed for a split second as if playfully hinting unconsciousness. Everything his mother had told him about removing stitches early came rushing back against his better judgment while his free hand clutched desperately at the fence behind him – likely the only reason he was still standing at that point. The clown’s next words made his heart leap up into his throat and he nearly lost his lunch, breathing ragged and barely helping. It was automatic, really, despite how terrified he was… Richie didn’t deserve to die. None of them did. But if there was a choice? He’d never let his friends die so he could run off like a coward.

“F-Fine, take me, please. Just let him go, stop taking out those stitches…!!”

Cruel grin stretching and threatening to tear at its cheeks at Eddie’s agreement, it unceremoniously dropped Richie onto the ground, causing him to fall back before the clown caught him and pushed him forward towards the wheezing boy. Patiently, it watched as he moved towards Eddie... 

...But something didn’t seem right.

His footing was unbalanced and awkward as he grew closer and it wasn’t long before more visual differences came to light. Skin gradually growing cold and grey, half of Richie’s face began to droop on one side while his hair began to fall out behind him as he moved. Glasses clattering into the grass, the silent boy slowly reached toward Eddie as he grew closer, almost close enough to touch him, before freezing as an audible squelch hung heavy in the air and a weight pressed against Eddie’s chest while his entire front was splattered with a warm liquid.

Sitting in the middle of Richie’s chest was a bloody, gaping hole in which Pennywise’s arm was snugly fitting through, its gloved hand tightly fisted in the other’s shirt before a sudden rough tug pulled Eddie forward, crashing into the gored boy before his entire body gave way to ashy dust that puffed up into the air. It was all fake, Richie had never even been there in the first place. It had all been another one of its tricks. Winding its arm in, the clown caught the other in its grasp, a dark, satisfied smirk on its face.

How about a Halloween HC to get into the mood of the holiday?

Pennywise is mostly playful during this time and isn’t too keen on hunting, mostly eating a bit of what it already has stored away. The reason for this is everyone is already high-strung on the thought of getting killed that night, so it’s difficult to keep them following its trail of lies, usually bolting before it can get them scared enough for its liking.

Instead, it spends the holiday by simply blending in with the rest of the costumed folk and enjoying itself as either an observer or occasionally pulling mild scares for its own amusement.

[ alright, mini hiatus is over and time to get back on my feet! feeling much better than i was last saturday, that’s for sure. i’ve cleared out my inbox completely to get unsavory messages out and to start fresh, so if you had sent me anything feel free to send it again! i’ll be getting to everything in the morning!

name.  IT nickname(s).  Penny, Mister Pennywise ( @evilineage​ ) alias(es).   Eater of Worlds, Robert Gray, Pennywise (its preference)

age. ??? species.    Deadlight (i guess? i mostly just call it an eldritch) gender.    Genderless orientation.  Pansexual...............? It literally doesn’t care. interests.  Music boxes, stargazing when its homesick, watching the fair from a distance in derry whenever it’s around, watching humans for their mannerisms (ends up just getting more confused than anything) profession.   Eating, sleeping, and being a piece of shit... yknow.... like a fucking cat. body type.   Slender in its clown form. eyes.   Blue(calm), yellow(threatened/hunting), and orange(angry/running purely on instincts) hair.  Short, soft, bouncy, fiery orange. skin.   Pale white other than its forearms down and its calves down. Past those start fading to black. face.   Eyes sharp and judging. Usually go off in different directions when its relaxed. Cracks along the top of its head. Lower lip jutting out a bit more than its upper lip. height.   7′ antagonists.   Maturin( (occasionally), other Deadlights (until deemed harmless), the Losers Club, anything or anyone that threatens its territory. colors.   A nice strawberry red as well as a honey orange. fruits.   It can eat fruits, but deems them disgusting so it doesn’t have a favorite. drinks.  Hot Cocoa. alcoholic beverages?   Never tried and never had any interest. smokes?  No. drugs?   Nope. drivers license?  God help us all if this clown ever drove.