#clownfucker

Since you were a little kid, being unsupervised you got your hands on IT pretty early. And surprisingly It didn't scare you. It amused you. Gave you a weird yet comforting feeling of attachment not even to the movie itself and definitely not to the plot but to the one you seen as main character. Pennywise the dancing clown.

His image beckoned you and it was obvious. As an extent of your interest you became strongly attached to clowns. You drew them, you had clown figures and dolls sitting on the shelves in your room and your style of clothing was fully reflective on it. Bright and colorful. And it stayed like that for a long, long time - well into your late teen years.

But like most things as you grew up your interest dulled down a little. You still liked clowns. You still loved Pennywise the dancing clown specifically but it was overshadowed by more and more responsibilities you had to take on as years flew by.

Seemingly in a blink of an eye you finished your education, got yourself a job and it was time to move out of your parent's house. It was finally time to be on your own and you were absolutely thrilled to finally have a taste of something new. And part of having the "new" was to leave some old things in the past. When you were packing your things you didn't take the colorful "army" of clown figures and dolls. They - big and small, were left sitting on the shelves of your old room as you waved your hand as a final goodbye to them and closed the door to your childhood, asking your mother to take good care of them.

The changes and the excitement you first felt started fading into calm, moderate life of an adult finally fully took over you. It started to get rather boring even. What were your days like? Average. Home, work, home, maybe something to watch, maybe something to read, good night. The cycle repeated itself every day excluding the weekends, holidays and vacation days.

While it really wasn't a problem for the first year or so but soon you knew you had to change it. So you started talking to people more. You finally regained connection with your high school best friends that you didn't really see that much for the past five years or so, but she was more than happy to regain connections with you. You got to know your colleagues more and most of them turned out to be such nice people.

Steadily you built yourself a company. You started hanging out on Friday nights at bars and having tea parties on Sundays, you made plans for holidays together and your life regained it's colors. You were happy with yourself and were about to become even happier.

One night early September your bestie phoned you, her voice just bursting with excitement.

"Hey, hey! You're asleep already?"

You rubbed your eyes as you answered the call.

"Was about to be. Is it an emergency? 'Cause if not I'm gonna spit in your coffee next time we meat."

"Haha! Sorry, love, I'm just so excited. I though that... maybe let's go to the movies the other night?"

"Hm... I don't understand why now but... yeah, sounds great. Which one?"

"You know there's this new one coming out. It's a horror though I don't really know if you will like it or not... but the posters and trailers look so good! I think it's called... it"

She kept talking joyously but you didn't listen. You couldn't. You didn't hear her. Just this single word IT sparked something first in your brain then in your heart and finally in your soul. A smile crept on your face on it's own. You felt unreal - as if you've just heard from a long lost friend who's presence was almost completely wiped from your memory but now reignited like an old fireplace. You weren't really into movies much so you didn't know what was coming so this definitely pushed you to think how the new one gonna look.

"Hey, are you there?"

"Yeah, I'm... Just a bit tired. So, when are we going, you say? That sounds great."

"Ugh. You really do need to get more sleep. Anyways, there's no need to worry, I already got us tickets! The place is gonna be packed but you know me, I know where to look. Friday eighth, 8 pm, that one fancy looking place near me, you know which one. I'll get there earlier and get us some popcorn. Cheese or caramel?"

"Cheese. I hate caramel."

"Okay then! Nighty night, see you on Friday!"

"Night."

You put your phone away and layed in your back looking into the darkness of the ceiling. You were still smiling dreamily, thinking about how the new take on your favorite movie would look like. In fact you felt the need to refresh your knowledge on it and rewatch the older one.

So you didn't really feel the need to wait for tomorrow. In fact you didn't want to sleep anymore either. So you put on the light, got yourself a cup of your favorite herbal tea and sat at your desk with a laptop and 1990's "IT".

You only now noticed how actually feverishly looking the film was. It was still deeply nostalgic and definitely made you feel a unique feeling of warmth that got more and more distinct every time you saw your beloved clown Pennywise on screen. You found yourself smiling and giggling every time he appeared and every time he cracked another joke that was supposed to send shivers down your spine. You only now understood how much you missed that.

After almost three hours you finally went to sleep. You were yet again tired but now so delighted. You layed down and threw a blanket over yourself and finally closed your eyes, falling asleep, still smiling.

You spent next few days basically counting hours and had so much thoughts filling your head that you couldn't even work properly. You daydremt about it every second you had the opportunity to do so. When the day finally came you put on your finest clothes and whipped out the most expensive cologne you had - it looked like you were going in a date.

When you walked into the building when you and your bestie were meeting you were nearly squealing from being so overwhelmed. There were indeed lots of oeople. Some were coming in with you and some leaving while you tried to spot your friend in this endless sea of strangers. You only saw her when you moved closer to the waiting area with small tables and sofas. She was sitting there with two huge buckets of popcorn.

She got up with her arms spread out comically and hugged you so tightly that it made it hard to breath.

"Bestie!! Damn, finally you're here, I'm so excited! You know, I heard someone talking about the movie... and you know. I'm not gonna tell you what I heard, I can't let myself spoil the whole thing."

"Yeah, you better not. I've been waiting for that the whole week! Honestly I didn't even know that the new thing was coming out, if I did I would be the one to tell you first. It was my favourite growing up."

"Oh... Really?" she looked rather surprised "you never really told me about it. At least I don't think so." you rolled your eyes visibly and scoffed.

"I did, you've just forgotten. I showed you my drawings even."

"Uh, well... you can show me again later and..." reaching into her pocket she pulled out her phone and checked the time "actually, we have to go! Let's find our seats before the hall is flooded with people." she grabbed the popcorn and handed one bucket over to you

As a part of universal cinema expirience it took you some time to find your hall and by the time you were there half of it was already full. Moving awkwardly through rows you got to your spots in the middle of fourth row - not too far, not to close, everything perfectly. There were still about seven minutes left so you just sat there waiting.

Finally all the seats were taken. The doors closed, the lights went off. The disgustingly long and annoying minutes of ads started and ended and finally here it was.

Your friend was trying to day something to you but you shusher at her, leaned back in your seat. Your whole attention was there on the screen. You paid no attention to anything else, for the whole two hours you were fully fixated on it, following every single shift of the current mood. You felt everything that was happening so deeply, not even reacting emotionally - while some gasped and giggled and froze with waiting for what was gonna come next you were just captivated, trying to catch as much details as possible.

But of course especially you were amused by Pennywise. His first appearance genuinely had you on the edge of your seat. He changed and really didn't look the way you remembered him and saw him just several days before. His makeup was more delicate and graceful, his costume - not nearly as colorful but dirtily grayish and somewhat sinister, his hair - more humanly ginger. You found yourself thinking that he was beautiful. Dangerously beautiful. And his whole vibe felt suffocating, as if he was so close to you that it actually became hard to breath. You were amazed and hypnotized, trying to have every single bit of his image imprinted in your mind. For some weird reason you knew you needed that.

When the session ended you left the hall still holding the full bucket of popcorn with full intention to take it home with you some you really didn't have the spare energy to eat it right now. It felt like you and your friend swapped places. She was silent. You were all chatty talking and talking actively about what you saw.

"God I'm just SO excited right now you can't even imagine. I loved it SO much, damn, really, just thank you for taking me with you. It was so good. And he is so fine... the knew what they were doing." not being used to seeing you so active.

"I'm glad you liked it. I thought I'd too but... wasn't really my thing. Gosh, that scene when they went into the old house and met the clown? Did you see the way he was like... literally drooling over that kid? That made me gag" she was in fact a little ill-looking and you chuckled. It really wasn't the best time to tell you liked this scene the most of all.

You got outside and it was time to part. You said goodbye and headed towards the bus station. You could stay out a bit longer, maybe take a walk, you didn't have to rush and had two whole days ahead of you. But still you rushed. You felt the need to sit at your desk, pull out an empty notebook and a simple graphite pencil and draw him like you did years ago.

While on the bus you finally took your time to eat the popcorn. It was already cold, really buttery and cheesy. You didn't even finish the whole thing. Leaving about half of the bucket you put it on the table in your kitchen as soon as you arrived home and gone straight to your desk.

You didn't really catch the whole process. It felt like you were in some type of trance. Line after line, dash after dash the pencil made it's dance on the paper and slowly the picture started to come together. His face appeared on the paper. His face, his puffy hair and voluminous collar and dirtily grayish costume and a bundle of big and glossy, tightly inflated balloons. When you finished it and took a look over your creation your hands were trembling and your whole body felt flaming hot. You couldn't deny it, the tension between you and this evil creature was much, much more exciting than it was gears ago. It was much more exciting than it should've been.

"It really needs color." whispering to yourself you bolted towards the floor and searched through the desk's drawers, looking for atleast something. At least an old set of dirt cheap coloring pencils. Maybe a red pen. Maybe a red marker. Something. Anything.

You only found a pack of old razor blades. A stray thought crossed your mind. A ververy strange one. Your blood wouldn't look any worse than any paint. It would be much more symbolic. Your sacrifice to the creature, even. A feverish mind, maybe, but you couldn't stop yourself. Taking one blade you unwrapped the thin paper and took the metal to one of your fingers, making a deep cut.

Five big drops made the five pompoms on Pennywise's costume and boots. Big splashes filled in the balloons. With gentle strikes along the shape his hair got it's flaming color. Finally, using the blade as fountain pen, picking up small bits of blood you colored it's lips, nose and lines of makeup. You froze looking at it. It was all done. It looked almost real. You wanted it to be real.

The feeling of ridiculous overwhelnment toned down. It was late already and you started to feel tired. You had a bath, but a bandaid over your finger and went to bed, falling asleep pretty quickly.

But not for very long. At first you dreamt of nothing. But only the "nothing" morphed into something more. Something familiar yet completely alien to you. The places you feel like you've seen but really have not. Old houses and dark forests and open fields and banks of rivers and high hills and deep murky waters of the sewers.

And a figure. A distant and dark one, the one that you couldn't recognize. It was silently following you and you felt a gaze on you that you couldn't hide from. Through the heavy cover of dream you felt your body covering in cold shivers of dread. Your spine curved as you tried to pry yourself from the cold claws of the nightmare but you couldn't. The pictures kept on changing. The figure kept on following. You couldn't move. You couldn't open your eyes. You couldn't take control.

Right before you woke up with a loud gasp and widely open eyes you saw the figur getting closer by several meters. It wasn't much more visible but you could see one detail about it - it's brightly glowing amber eyes.

It was five in the morning. Your head ached slightly and you were covered in cold sweat. It was still pretty dark outside but you couldn't go back to sleep. Just didn't want to. You laid in bed staring up for some time with fear still cursing through your system, then got up and headed to the kitchen to have some coffee and maybe a breakfast.

The weather today wasn't great. The sky was gray and it was raining lightly. You didn't really fancy that and decided to stay home, cooked you some tasty dinner in advance and spent most of the day in bed, watching movies and chatting with your friends.

The last night's horror repeated itself this night. Once again you saw the same places and the same silent follower with it's glowing eyes, but this time the figure got closer and you could see it's silhouette more clearly. Your heart sank when you saw it moving towards you. You felt with your mind that you knew who it was, but you were too scared to even suppose.

Waking up after that on Sunday's morning was even harder. Your eyes barely opened and you felt awfully cold. The rain was pouring heavily outside, bashing loudly on your windows. You checked your time - ten in the morning. You rarely wake up this late.

You, yet again, went to get coffee, but this time something caught your eye. The drawing that was left sitting in your desk for the past two days. You stopped and started looking at it - closely, almost expecting something. Well then, it must be your fault... you froze in absolute horror as you noticed something. Pennywise's position it looked... different. His hand that he held the bundle of balloons with was now raised a bit higher. His eyes were now facing forward, fixated on something. Fixated on you. A light, almost tempting smile rested on his face.

But the horror receeded very, very quickly. It got overrun by the feeling that was much stronger and much more desirable in a lot of other situations but just not now. You felt a tight hot knot forming in the lower part of your stomach and the heat spilling uncontrollably throughout your body, settling in your private parts especially. It followed with a tingling sensation of blood flow getting stronger there with the way your heart thumped faster and faster. You held out your hand and touched the drawing with just the fingertips, maybe hoping to see another shift, another change, maybe waiting for something more to happen.

More... what's "more"? Probably the most bold thing you could think about at that point would be Pennywise himself just appearing in your room. Maybe getting closer to you and reaching out with his hand to touch you. Just thinking of it worsened your position a lot. The need for relief became immediate.

Carefully and slowly you slid your hand down into your underwear, your fingers gliding gently along your folds, all wet already. A strike of shivers covered your body from head to toes when, after some time of naughty edging, you finally touched your clit lightly, feeling the sweet ache of arousal get only more defined as your flesh craved for more contact. Your legs grew weaker so you leaned over the desk and kept pleasuring yourself, your hand moving faster as you pushed yourself to the limit.

You tried to cleanse your mind but it kept coming up with more and more new thoughts about him. Him, who's name you suddenly found to be the one you'd love to moan out loud if he fucked you. Who's intricate form amused you so much. The last thing your imagination circled back to before you came, almost falling to the floor, was his face, smirking and staring right at you.

After the orgasmic convulsion washed over you you could've swore that you weren't really in control of yourself. Not you body and definitely not your mind. The blush of shame flooded your face. Straightening and fixing your clothes you grabbed the drawing from your desk and put it into one of the drawers, trying your best not to look at it. Now it sounded like a good idea to flee your home for a long long walk. You doubted you could fully distract yourself from what happened but it was still worth giving it a try.

The walk, indeed, turned out to be long. You left the house when it was barely noon. You returned when the sun was already rising. You were tired and your legs were having like crazy. You didn't even feel the hunger even though you haven't eaten today. Your ehole body was consumed worh fatigue so the second you stepped in your home you had a warm to bath and went straight to bed.

The moment your head touched the pillow your eyelids closed shit and your consciousness fallen into the abyss of deep sleep. The same dream followed you again. The same one, but now followed by a feeling disgustingly different. The fear was still present and still prevalent, but now intervened with some twisted feeling of intimacy that only grew bigger every single second.

And while your feelings shifted, the figure that didn't fail to still look after you kept getting closer. Impatient and harsh, it was growing taller. Menacingly taller even. The dark shadow of farness that was cast over it faded away, revealing the truth that happened to confirm your boldest guess. It was, indeed, Pennywise. He wasn't the way you saw him on the screen. Still dangerously beautiful, but now weirdly calm. Not as wild. Not as sporadic. It seemed as though he's been waiting for something.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the distance between you was cut to just a few meteres. You could now see every single detail oh his costume and most importantly - his face. He was smiling. Smirking, even, his eyes piercing your soul.

One more blink... when you opened your eyes it followed with the feeling of pressure on your cheeks. He was close. Uncomfortably close, his face just a few centimeters from yours, his mouth stretched into a devilish, wide toothy grin with drool dripping down his plump lower lip. Something told you that you needed to wake up right now, as fast as humanly possible.

The touch of his gloved hands became shifting from something covered in warm shell of dream into harsh deathly cold reality. The facade of the background cracked, morphing into your own room, covered in voidy dark and dull moon's light. But he didn't dissapear, fitting into existing, pushing it apart to make place for himself.

Your heart skipped a bit. Maybe even a few. You closed your eyes firmly and opened them again trying to banish away what you thought was a dream. But it didn't and it wasn't.

Seeing the surprise on your face and your pathetic tries he burst into laughter, topping it of with moving in even closer and sliding his hands down the side of your face to your neck, squeezing it slightly.

"Oh you look so surprised as if you weren't the one thinking about me, wishing for me to be real... craving me."

His glowing eyes froze in one point, staring blankly at you as you gasped for air, clenching onto his wrists, trying to pull them away. Despite being freshly awakened and frightened to no extent you felt warmth concentrating between your legs and reflectively tried to cross them. And Pennywise noticed. Of course he did. He broke into a smile yet again, but now not as predatory. More humanish that somehow made him look even more terrifyingly unreal.

"Not even now you're trying to hold yourself back, you dirty fucking whore. You happen to know what we should do with that?"

He let go of your neck, putting one hand on your shoulder, pressing you down and trailing intricate lines down your chest with another, moving lower, the tips of his fingers barely touching you through the fabric of your clothing. It made you shake uncontrollably and let out a wheezy moan.

"Oh I know. We both do. You already cast the wish with your own sick, feverish mind when you were pleasuring yourself with those pretty delicate fingers."

His both hands now rested on your waist, petting them up and down.

"Tell me, dear, does my name still sounds good to moan? Does your cunt still ache for the clown cock?"

You could sence the tenseness in his voice. You could tell you weren't the only one here who would appreciate a good fuck, but still, you understood with your weakened human mind that he was different. He could shred you to pieces if he wanted, and he would definitely be a fucking beast when it came to sex or, could you more accurately call it mating? You didn't know if you could handle it.

But it was so tempting. You didn't really question how on earth him being here with you now as even possible. The only debate going on in you head was wether you should try to fight and run or spread your legs wide and let him use your hole, satisfying you both.

And of course you chose the second one. Trying to speak up, your voice was quiet and shy.

"I... Please... I need you."

Pennywise grinned and moved his hands lower, sqeezing your thighs and forcing you to part your legs slightly. It followed with a sharp electric feeling that could only be described as a desired contact.

"What did you say? So quiet about your dirty needs suddenly? Speak louder you slut. Tell me how much you want it."

He ran his tongue along his front teeth like a predator waiting for his prey to come out of it's cover.

Swallowing heavily you finally spoke louder.

"Please, damn, fuck me. I want your cock so much, my pussy is so wet just for you. Ruin me."

It seemed to satisfy him. He growled lowly as you felt his hands grabbing your thighs yet again, now with sharp claws piercing you with shocking pain. You heard the cracking of fabric as he tore away your pajama's pants, leaving you only in your underwear. He shifted back a bit, now fixing his hands on your ankles, lifting your legs up and moving you closer to himself. Your intimate areas now pressing against each others, you could feel his member even through the thick fabric of his costume.

He rubbed against you a few times in a slow, teasing matter, still looking at you with those deep glowing eyes. The felt like heaven to you. Without even thinking about it you giggled quietly and bucked you hips up, moving towards his movement.

"Being active now? Can't even wait for a bit? Such an impatient toy you are."

He had a laugh, too. But his smile didn't really seem friendly or passionate. It seemed to be a cruel mockery and you felt it. And you felt your racing heart seemingly catching between your ribs, bringing that dull and bitter pain in your soul that you could only describe as disappointment. And that made you feel dirty. So dirty that your cunt got even wetter, now soaking through. It made you really seem like a toy being used by a beast for his own satisfaction. And if that was the only thing you're good for at that moment you wanted to give it all you got.

"Yes, yes I am. You're the one who made me that way and you're the one making me so wet and needy so why don't you go on and just fuck me silly?"

Pennywise leaned in, spreading your legs further apart, pressing against you, as if he wanted to melt you into one singular organism. His face looming over yours in the way that looked like you were about to kiss.

"Oh, tell me more of that, please do. Earn your relief. Be a disgusting little whore and tell me aaall that you crave."

Gulping heavily, you turned your eyes away, his glance being too heavy for you to bear. It made it twice as shameful as it was before for you to keep going. He didn't really fancy that, but found another way of torturing you. He lowered down to your neck, sticking out his tongue and trailing it up to your chin, leaving behind a thick and nasty path of saliva.

"Ahh... I can't think straight. All that's in my mind now is your monster cock... you're such a big boy, so it better make up with that. Don't disappoint me, I want you to fill me up and.!"

You froze midsentance as you felt his wetness on your skin again, now rising up to your face. Pennywise was licking you like a big wild dog. Slowly, getting dangerously close to your mouth, his drool now covering half of your face. The whole gesture just screamed "hunger" and it made you deliciously afraid for your life. You knew, to him you were just another snack, not like other poor souls, just a bit differently.

"Enough of that. I've heard enough. You want me to fill you up? I'll give you what you're asking for."

His slick tongue dragged along your lips, forcing them apart and getting inside, your liquids mixing into one, you locking in a kiss that felt more liked some utterly perverted act of mouthfucking. You gagged and rolled your eyes as what felt like a whole waterfall rolled down your chin, staining your night shirt. Pulling away, Pennywise gave you a big, toothy inhuman grin, laughing at your tries to hold back throwing up, wiping away small tears from your eyes, them instantly soaking in his bright white gloves that seemed to be almost glowing in the darkness of the room.

Everything seemed to be so painfully slow. As though he's been cooking you on low heat, tendering your flesh for him to devour. His hand finally slipped down, rubbing gently on your swollen clit, fabric getting in the way and making it feel like you were being stroked with sanding paper. You hissed and tried wriggling away, still shivering with triumph over getting oh so wanted attention from him.

"Stop being such a dick, you... just get off your fucking pants and satisfy us both."

Smirking, he followed your pleading. Ridding you of your underwear, he pulled his pants down, finally revealing the thing you've been wanting. You tried to look down, but he bolted his hand forward, grabbing your face and forcing it back up rudely, holding you in that position.

"No, no. Don't. Let it be a surprise for you. You won't be disappointed, toy. Gonna have a big stretch for a big cock slut."

He seemed to love his own dirty joke, bursting into loud laughter, topping it off with slamming his dick into your hole, stretching you painfully, only now letting of your face. Stars scattered before your eyes as you curved your spine, grabbing onto the bedsheets. Tears started flowing down uncontrollably and you heard your own frantic sobs from what seems like a great distance, your consciousness floating away. It snapped right back in as Pennywise thrusted out and in again, piercing you with pain. You were on the verge of crying out loud, unable to breath. It seemed to amuse him a lot.

"What's the matter, having troubles breathing? Want me to help, give you a CPR maybe?"

The mockery followed with a giggle so hunting it finally made you gasp loudly and start hyperventilating, trying to make up for all the precious seconds lost without oxygen. The way your body trembled and the way your cunt tightened around his flesh made him almost visibly upset you started breathing again.

So Pennywise kept going. He wasn't exactly a loving partner, rushing to please himself in a distinctively cruel manner. He was in fact using you as a sleeve to releave his own tension, your satisfaction being only a byproduct of it. And you grew to love it.

Watching you relax and start enjoying yourself Pennywise scoffed and grabbed your shirt's bottom and lifted it. He slowed down a bit, looking carefully as a visible bulge formed on your tummy every time he rolled his hips.

"Just look at that, I'm pulling you on like a condom."

He threw a quick sneering stare at you before pressing his big cold palm on your belly. That made you flutter internally.

"Mh.. Stop that, it's weird."

"Weird? It's not really up to you to talk about what's weird and what's not."

He didn't stop, of course. And of course he used this as a way to tease you even more. He put now both his hands on your stomach and started petting it, interchanging it with gentle light tickling. It made you grit your teeth and arch your back uncontrollably, trying to hold back laughter bubbling inside your chest.

Weirdly enough that new feeling didn't distract you from arousal, only making it more intriguing, intervening with it.

The tickling didn't really last long. What seems like the next moment you felt gentle touches to your hot skin turn into a sharp clawing grab as the member inside you noticably tensed up and started pulsing. With the last nervous and harsh thrust Pennywise slid it in all the way, grabbing you by your wrists and pinning them down which turned out to be preventive. You panicked and tried breaking free from his hold as you felt the flesh inside you expanding painfully, thoroughly plugging your hole, making your clit twitch with shameful preorgasmic pulse.

You finally felt the freeing shiver of orgasm when the unusual warmth started spilling into your inside, filling your womb noticably.

"God, what's that!?"

You started sobbing again, not being exactly sure how to feel about it.

"Wasn't that what you asked me for? Im filling you up all nice and tight. Like a slutty little balloon."

Before you had anything else to complain about he rushed to shut you up with a kiss on the lips, a really long one, pressing you down to the bed with almost entierty of his enormous frame. Feeling the soothing pressure of his body and getting used to the fullness pressing on your insides you didn't even notice how you slipped away into strong sound sleep.

You didn't have any dreams that night. You woke up and immediately panicked - it was a Monday morning and you woken up late, without the alarm, with sun shining in your face. Opening your eyes and getting your consciousness back in place you found yourself lying in bed with the same creature that fucked you last night, feeling uncomfortable wetness down on your sheets with your skin. Sitting in your bed you found the cause of it - you saw a huge pool of what seemed like cum, half of it soaked into the fabric already. And you still didn't have the lower part of your clothing on.

It was a beautiful day. The sun peeked through the sheer white curtains of the bridal salon, casting a golden glow across the many racks of gowns yet to be picked from. Anyone of them could be the one– the dress you would reminisce about making your perfect day even more magical. The dress that would say you were finally independent now. No more Mommy and Daddy's little girl. You would be a woman now. 

You were finally going to be Mrs Bridgers.

The thought hung heavy in your chest with each dragging step forward. 

While it was true that you loved Josh– Your fiance, Joseph Bridgers– these last 4 months had been rough.

Meeting him was a picture book come to life. You were a timid damsel who had spent her former years locked away, keeping chaste and to your own until suddenly you had finally met your Prince Charming. When the time came, Josh was there to sweep you up off of your feet and rush you away from the mundane challenges of adult life. There, you would live out the rest of your days, like royalty, standing besides one another.

You once admired him. He was everything you could have ever asked for; he was smart, good looking, got on well with your family, and at that point he was studying to become a surgeon. 

Together, you made a picture that all of Derry had envied.

That was at least…until he got laid off..

You looked at yourself in the giant floor to ceiling mirrors that encased the dressing room. Your face scrunched up at the sight. Gaudy. The high-low tulle skirt made you look like a massive pom pom. Not to mention the ruffled neckline was vile, Gosh- you looked more like a clown than a bride! In disbelief, you scoffed. Who even chose this? Then again, maybe this would be enough to scare Josh away at the altar... But no, you wouldn’t want that! He’d be your husband soon.

You called out. 

“Hey mom, can we pick another dress? I just don't… uh, see this as the one.”

*

When Josh got laid off from his apprenticeship at the hospital, you noticed him change. His once spotless house looked like a dump. Beer bottles were scattered across the floor and the stench was bad enough that you could smell it 3 doors down. He was a wreck, spending day and night in front of a screen. Once picking up instantly, Your phone held the record of one missed call after another. 

Despite this, he still had that spark of light in his eyes– that light that kept a silent promise to you saying we will get through this. Josh promised you he would get better. He begged you not to leave, swearing that he'd look for a job sooner or later. Then, finally you two would be the happy couple again. Lay with one another. Start a family. Grow old and happy in that charming house on the hill.

You heard the sound of oohs and aahs echo around the room as the sales associate pulled out the next dress.

“If I know anything, I think you'll like this next one!” A creeping smirk tugged at the corners of your lips.

*

Tugging the sleeve further down your arm, you admired the antique craftsmanship. It must have been an heirloom... 

Drawing back, You shuddered a gasp! A hand leapt to cusp the swollen mark on your arm. The old, starchy lining had rode up inside the bag of your sleeve. The stinging sensation dulled and faded however the pain dragged your mind elsewhere.

Absentmindedly, you dragged your fingers around the delicate floral lace encasing your throat. The high neckline closed in the back by dainty pearl buttons which ran down the length of your spine. The woman wasn't wrong, but there was no way on earth this dress wasn't out of your budget– especially in your… current situation... 

A gentle smile spread across your face. The vintage gown was truly breathtaking. 

However, as you looked yourself up and down in the mirror, a sick feeling choked you. No- you were happy. Excited, even. The picture of grown elegance stared back at you and you were determined to just get this wedding over and done with- To just be married and have it all be over already!-

Drip

Turning, you noticed a single bead of… oil? The black substance was minimal, leaving a trail down the mirror as it slowly fell.

The train of your dress got nudged away. A precaution, it was nothing you assured yourself.

Drip.

Alright. You moved.

Then, again, another droplet of black sludge seeped from the ceiling…

Slowly, more seemed to drip down the mirror. One after another.

You watched them slowly slide down, leaving your bridal reflection behind streaks of grime.

The act formed a facade of prison bars ahead of you. That was silly though— you couldn’t believe in that. The happiest day of your life… you winced.

In all reality, you knew you should've paid more attention to this sudden leakage- this mysterious omen! But instead, your mind faltered. Wavering elsewhere, all you could think about was the wedding.

It was like a hollow pit laid deep at the bottom of your heart. Drenched in darkness, you could see the anguish- The pain. A once passionate love that made your head spin was now crumbling into dust and you were choosing to ignore it. He owed you that house in the suburbs. You knew that he knew that. After so many years and too many moons, the future was known. You promised him that you would rather sleep in a cold bed each night, than be the life boat that left him drowning. In sickness and in health. He was still the boy you were going to marry.

Even through that doubt in your heart, you saw the glimmering lights at the end of the tunnel; the face of a girl swept away before she even knew she could walk. The image of your happiest day ahead. And finally, you had seen the picture where you and Josh had beat the odds and grown old together.

It was a warm and fuzzy feeling. You felt it radiate up from your feet, blurring your conscience. It was almost like…

A look of pure horror stretched across your face. 

The floor was submerged. 

Black, thick liquid covered the ground like an endless sea that stretched beyond the reaches of reflection. It was vile and the smell made you recoil in disgust.

You were just about to call for help until…

Your heart beat faltered as the lights flickered out.

Then, the room was pitch black. 

With your vision impaired, the sensation was impending doom. The rising sludge crept up your legs. Such as a faint whisper, It caressed your skin as if a steady hand was tracing up the seam of your thigh.

In your panic, you turned to scream for your mother outside but in all directions, you saw the same image. You shrieked out a bloodied cry pleading for rescue. 

But you were met with no response.

All was still, yet growing beneath the surface.

Instead, all that was left was a lone bride. A mad woman,painstakingly sinking in the darkness that started right underneath her.

Rising inch by inch. Your heartbeat quaking in your chest. This formidable quicksand was rapidly rising to drag you down to the depths of hell. All before you even got to start living life. Here, you would die a has-been. A failure. A virgin. You would die so unfulfilled that the town would forget you had even died in such an obscure way.

Like the growing pool of darkness below, your chest heaved with such an intensity that you swore something would burst. You heard beating in your head, and the panting for air all around you. 

That was at least until It simply stopped. 

You couldn’t help but ground yourself. A sigh of relief escaping you amidst multiple gasping breaths. You could’ve sworn you were on the verge of a brain hemorrhage- or worse. You looked around, your eyes adjusting to the darkness. Huh?

To your surprise, the sludge had… stopped?

It. Had stopped. 

You scoffed.

It stopped! It actually stopped?!

You praised faith, anyone listening, that they had saved you. You owed them your endless gratuity. 

That was until unexpectedly, you felt a warmth hit the back of your neck, your eyes widened in preparation.

Was that… light over there? It shocked you. With no decipherable origin, three blinding lights shone before you. With no reflection, they were a mere figment.

A trembling hand reached out to grasp it but to no luck you were met with the cold solid touch of the mirror facing you.

“You're not real. There's no way,” you gasped, “What are you?”

Once again, you were met with no response, only a faint shiver spanning down the length of your spine.

The room fell into a deafening silence seldom pierced by your own winded breath.

As the fluorescent lights flickered back on, You were alone again.

*

What now? You questioned. There you stood in an ocean of sludge. Alone. Without an exit.

You tried to call out again but to no avail.

“I could really use some help here!” You yelled yet received no response… again, “For the love of– just… please!”

The silence was enough to hear a pin drop. Deafening even. 

Besides a faint rumbling sound. 

As you walked towards a wall, you placed your ear up to it and the rumbling sound grew.

Footsteps? 

People! You sprung up and dodged around each mirror. Your fist meeting itself again and again as you knock like your whole life was trapped outside- waiting for you.

“PLEASE, ANYONE. ANYTHING. JUST-”

Black ooze burst from all corners of the room.

You yelped, spitting out the foul substance.

Like a barrage from all sides, the blast shoved you over. You crashed on the floor, helplessly attempting to float but you kept being dragged down as if a thousand small hands were latching onto you. Scratching your skin with rotten hands, which the tar continued to rise until you were completely submerged.

Your mouth gasped open trying to suck up one last breath of air until suddenly, all went black.

*

Waking up, you held your head in your hand groaning, feeling for the bruise you felt had formed. The floor below you was hard and cold, making your heart stop for a second.

You weren't in the shop anymore.

On instinct, you shot up, eyes squinting open to reveal the colossal cave system you miraculously woke to. Sharp and Jagged stone poked out along the structure's walls. Ahead, a crater carved a deep slanting recession in the ground. The massive indentation disproportionately framed a tiny wooden cart. There, its roof was blanketed in a faint cold light- The only light that didn't radiate from itself- by a sewer grate in the ceiling

Where am I-

Before you could even finish that thought, a shadow sprinted past.

From its presence -Bouncing off of the cavern walls- an echo of impish laughter cruelly erupted

The tone alone was enough to make you stop in your tracks. Frozen in its wake.

As you dragged yourself up off of your forearms, you heaved the tar soaked train of your gown into your arms but yelped at the newfound ache of your leg. Fuck! You cursed. 

Searching your surroundings, that shadow was nowhere to be seen. In a silent celebration you dropped your shoulders you didn’t realise you had tensed. Regardless, you had an uncertainty well at the bottom of your stomach. Like that form had a way of getting under your skin. You hadn’t even seen the creature and couldn’t rule out the possibility of it being just a mere figment of your inflicted mind. It wasn’t safe to be alone here. Not around that at least, you deducted

Mustering any remaining strength, you were determined on taking shelter so you hastily limped over towards your only option left. The carriage.

With a large thud, you fell to the floor. Your back remained pressed to the door, holding it shut with all your might. You swore that in that moment, you could've passed out. An echoing rhythm played in your head of Thump.. Thump… Thump… Like your heart finally began to slow. Like your eyelids weighed more than ever. You felt yourself slump as the room gradually got darker until all was left was black. *

Brrrruuu!

You opened your eyes to see a spiralling coil decorated with worn valves and buttons. It was a tarnished brass with dirt caked deep in every crevice yet it sat there supported by the hold of a pristine grey glove.

blinking twice. Glove? 

You almost jolted back at the sight of a massive carnival clown towering over you, holding the neglected instrument.

A grand entrance was heard from nowhere and nearby all at once. The taunting echo of a stringy harpsichord played a sinister carnival tune. It was enough to have you cusp your face as It rattled through your head like cicadas digging through the soft tissues of your brain.

“Well that wasn't very nice of you to try lock me out of my own cart now was it? You know who I am? I'm Pennywise! Didn’t you see my name?.”

The clown moved, its mouth contorting into an exaggerated frown. There, Following the parameter of the room, It stalked you. It’s hands scratched at their own palms where nails picked at the linen fibre until it reached Pennywise had come to a halt where you laid beneath him blocking the door. 

It was a pathetic sight; You were weak and drowsy. The sweat of a restless sleep glazed your skin which was covered head to toe in the scraps of stringy black ooze. It was enough to make Pennywise pull a toothy grin. Then, a single concentrated stream of saliva dripped off of his lower lip.

“Ooh hoo..” Pennywise chuckled under his grueling breath.

You looked at him with disgust. It looked at you like a piece of meat. “You’re a performer too, aren’t you?” It patronised.

As a response, you huffed out a single breath, knuckles turning white as your fist tightened. 

“Awe…” Pennywise resumed its pacing as it circled you, “The doting house wife. The future mother- well..” It snickered 

Wife. The term stung you in the back of your throat. Unable to speak.

You shook your head.

“Awe stop- you’ll make me cry,” It mocked as it wiped away a fake tear.

There, the clown raised its palm.

Normally you knew you wouldn’t flinch anymore but this had been the first sign. Recounting it, you could have sworn you had seen his arm stretch inches longer.

“Why won't you talk to me?” Its hand came down with a bellowing smack just inches away from you, “we’re friends after all, and you make me so SAD” 

As the last few words fell with an inhuman quality- A raw anger- that paralysed your body in a way you hadn't seen before.

At the same time, you sat there in disbelief- all as the beast erupted in hysteric laughter.

“Oh- isn’t this how you like it? Or maybe you would rather I look a little bit more…”

The Clown’s face contorted and melted like it was being crushed by a silent wrecker. His red stripes oozed off his face in thick bloodied tears, and his crooked smile- with just one too many teeth- puckered and stretched in a cartoonish manor. The whole scene seemed to go on for years while you stood before him- shaking in terror.

Yet suddenly, in the blink of an eye, the character before you was gone. Instead, he was replaced with what could only be described by the hitched breath trapped in your throat.

“...Familliar,” He sneered, holding back another impulsive laugh as he watched you cower below him- haphazardly crawling back towards the door, “What? Don’t want to see your ol’ hubby-wubby?”

A shrill shriek escaped your lips at the mere sight. 

Looming above you stood the now rubbery caricature of your husband- a monster- who began to limp towards you. Legs slightly too long to one another. An oily sheen coating his distorted face and dark suit. A constant smile that was anything but endearing yet it continued to perform its own fucked up idea of earnesty without second guess. 

His shaking hand came to hold your cheek as his wobbling legs lowered itself on top of you. 

“Naughty-NAUGHTY ME! Seeing you in your dress before the big day~”

The taunt came out in a grotesque cry from a choir of agony filled voices . 

It was so estranged from reality. That wasn’t your fiance, but what was it then?

He toyed at the broken lace bordering your skirt’s hem. A boney hand pawing at your hip. You felt like you were suffocating. It was tortuous. Like darkness fogging your gaze, you saw yourself reliving the nightmares you’d sworn you had buried too long ago. The monster. Your husband. That clown.

That thing crouched down, perching its lips under your ear, and the words it mustered were enough to make your face pale.

“Or maybe we'll just jump right to the honeymoon, won't we?” it whispered.

As he grabbed your hips and flipped you, It pinned your body against the floorboards, “You like that huh?” your husband- or the clown- cackled as it thrusted its clothed groin against you.

Like a pounding drum, the sensation was unbearable. Your heart seized in your chest. The abuse was torturous,  akin to a brick repetitively bashing against your back- but you knew that would be your preference right about now. Hell. All while that sinister laugh replayed over and over. You felt like your lungs would collapse.

clawing at your neck in an attempt to unclasp the futile detailing that suffocated you, your shaking hands slipped, disoriented by its invasive pummeling into your legs

The air around you blurred and darkened. In a state of timelessness, you couldn't tell if anything was real anymore. Past or present. Both, you faced that wretched man. That evil, abusive, hopeless freak.

shuddering a breath, 

You raised your palm and…

As your flexed hand left his face, its head cartoonishly spun in a full circle, untwisting it from its monstrous form. Slowing on an axis, its chin dipped as it tried to balance a new mop of large, bright cherry red hair.

Pennywise groaned, seemingly ,retreating back into the shadows.

There wasn't a moment to waste. Clamouring up, you used the door knob as leverage to hoist your upper body upright to facilitate your escape. The stinging on your foot remained as well as the pain from countless bruises littering your skin. 

You winced but knowing the pain was only more reason to move, you turned the door knob.

You tugged the door knob,

Then you pushed the door.

Going as far as pummeling your body against it, the wooden veneer gave little-to-no budge as if it lined solid concrete.

“No…” you stuttered as you stepped back, “That door was flimsy- it could hardly close before.”

A shaking in your legs guided each step backwards as you looked for any sign of escape; a crack in the wall, a lifting floor board, even just a light in the dark.

Your sprained foot felt the smooth wood beneath it. Its cold touch burning against your hot skin. 

Spending minutes you didn’t have to look for any way out, Your brain was rapidly searching for any escape. Somewhere there had to be someplace to hide before the clown-

Pop! Red plastic flung in all directions. The flimsy string bowed to gravity as it hung limp over a gloved hand appearing out of a cloak of shadow.

“Someone likes me better like this,” he teased.

Your captor returned. His hair back to its old fashioned orange swoop. Like war paint, two lines cut down each eye again, meeting in the middle to frame the source of his vicious mockery.

“Little baby would rather play with the clown instead?” Pennywise coo’d

With your grasp squeezing the scratched pads of your palm, you could taste the hint of bile flooding your throat. It felt like your eyes were bulging out of their sockets, and your legs were threatening to give out

Enough.

You spat,

“SHUT UP. SHUT THE FUCK UP- I SAID SHUT-

Lunging hands came to cover your mouth.

“Oh my! that wasn’t kind, I think someone needs to be punished.” The clown hissed and launched towards you, knocking you back onto the ground. The impact shooting daggers through your jaw which ruptured up into your skull, the pressure given by its two clothed hands holding your lips shut.

Amidst your flailing limbs, you felt the monster's uneven weight press you into the floor boards. 

Its breath was hot and clinged to your petrified skin as it opened its jaws wide.

Was this the end? 

Behind thousands of razor sharp teeth, you couldn't comprehend what you were seeing. That Light. Those three blinding rays at the end of the tunnel. 

However this time instead of holding the beautiful dreams you could've had with your husband,– or anyone at this rate – The pictures were dark, constant reminders that you were on the verge of death itself. 

Atleast until they were gone..

You could've sworn you'd have the image burned into your brain forever going forward. 

There, Pennywise stood hunched over you. Its eyes wide and jaw slack.

It was the critical gaze of a clown experiencing its first technical error.

Pennywise haphazardly sniffed the air, moving his nose towards all around your body. Up against your neck to under your legs.

It searched in silence, its frantic sniffs hiding the noise of your pounding heartbeat.

“Ooh hoo hoo…” it mumbled. Its face shifted like his lips couldn't help but contort themselves into a grin on instinct.

Pennywise let out a huffed snarl before locking its gaze on you.

They say light is the fastest travelling matter in this universe. Little did you know, looking into your eyes, the clown could see the stars still trapped in yours. Like a mirror. Three faint glints around each shot pupil were enough to infatuate him

A single droplet of slobber caressed your cheek as it towered over you stunned. Frozen. Distracted.

You didn't know what had overcome you in that moment– Adrenaline? Mental illness?– But you leapt at it, placing your lips on his.

Your mouths interlocking was a force that kept you underneath the beast like a dead weight in the sea pushing you down. Pennywise sunk into you, snapped out of its delusion.

It dug its fingers into you- feeling like nails hammering deeper into your skin. If you weren't so battered and bruised already, you would have been concerned at its ability to pierce flesh with its claws; however in this moment you’d present yourself as a pure lamb at the altar of survival.

The kiss itself was wet and suffocating. A fantasy where you could feel the clown's makeup smudge and paint you in turn. In its own interest, Pennywise never needed to stop for air so the kiss seemed to go on for eternity— One which sucked the soul out of you, hollowing your cheeks and closing your esophagus.

Still, despite the foul nature of this creature, it was unlike anything you had ever experienced.

The kiss was raw. Hot. Shameful.

The kind of embrace that was forbidden. Something so wrong in this context. You were tarnished. Impure.

You ought to be ashamed.

Right?

No matter how hard you tried to ignore it, something about the whole scene was exhilarating.

Pennywise growled, leaning closer into you with its right knee sliding up to rest between your thighs. A silent remark which communicated his dominance in second. You were his prey now.

The thrill in this single act made you breathless, having held more energy than the span of your entire life.

And it was bad. You felt sinful. Infadelic.

Moaning at the puncture of two sharp teeth at your bottom lip, a long slithering tongue invaded your mouth when single thought rattled in your head;

Gosh, If your fiance was highschool, then this kiss is a fucking strip club.

Unconsciously, your hands crept up to fist handfuls of fiery hair.

Meanwhile, its tongue traced your teeth. Each and every molar was caressed and touched like it craved attention. The idea was irresistible, reciprocating as your own tongue explored the bizarre anatomy of this thing.

A mouth that was not quite right. 

Your hands shoved you away from It. The long string of saliva once connecting you two snapped, dripping down your chin.

A stinging pain hung your tongue out from your lips where a dribble of blood hit the ground below you.

Against all instinct to lean back in and continue, your face repelled where a coughing fit choked out of you. With every attempt to catch your breath, you couldn't help but let out a pained wheeze.

Your hands threw up to cover your face as your chest violently convulsed. Blood pooled underneath you in an instant. Unexplainably. 

The mess stained your hands and skirt. A once spotless silk trane now acted as an exhibition for the foul, vile, and disgusting.

The dress you deserve, you felt a voice shriek in your head however this time, it wasn't your own.

When you peered up, you stooped at the sight of It. The clown retreating back into the darkness.

*

Dizzy, you rubbed your eyes. When had everything suddenly become so bright? You were on the hard dressing room floor entrapped by 4 mirrors which spanned every inch of vertical surface area around you.

You scoffed at yourself. struggling to find your footing, broken out in a cold sweat all while you laid in a pristine gown featuring white vintage lace and petite pearl buttons.

It must have been an heirloom you told yourself

There, your mom stood in the doorway.

Your weak hand quickly dodged up to touch your bruised lips.