#penmywise

Me:

He killed her.

I know what you're thinking. Bill wouldn't kill his own friends but oh, he most certainly did. He most certainly killed them. If they wanted to fuck with his clown then they fucked with the wrong person because once he snapped, oh... there was no going back. He'd hunt you down and tear you apart until all you felt was pain and suffering.

How he killed her? Oh, well he stabbed her about thirty two times. In the head. Until there was blood and gore splattered all over her bathroom walls and floor, even the roof had splatters on it. He grinned at his handy work and left, shutting the door for good manners.

The next was surprisingly Richie. Looking back on it bill now thought it might have been an accident instead of on purpose but he couldn't take it back now. No, Richie was buried six feet deep now. Dead and cold. Okay, so it all started when they were around fourteen. A year after he'd met Penny. Richie did try. Honestly, he did, but... he still hurt him and we couldn't have that, now could we?

He'd gone to the well house to give him a dessert or something. Honestly, bill doesn't even remember. Pennywise, thinking he would get attacked, tried hitting him so Richie hit back but with a gun. Oops, Bill thought, grinning. Of course Bill had come over freindly enough. He sat Rich down and grinned at him, then he pulled out his father's silver gun and shot him fourteen times. He whipped it down, setting it next to the body and left the next day. The town was buzzing with the death, the parents mourning over the loss of their only child, but what could be done? Bill played the part of the grieving friend. He shed a few tears, said some words, and then he went home.

He honestly was saddend over Richie's death, even if it was only a tiny bit. He was in fact his first friend but that mattered little to him now. He only needed Pennywise. He was fine. He was the only true, loyal, loving friend that he'd ever have...

The last was Mike.

Shocking, really. Bill thought he'd remain loyal yet he did not. That damned bolt gun, he should have destroyed it when he had a chance. Yet he didn't and that's what made him so mad. It was becasue he was partly to blame, even if Pennywise had held him while he cried and rocked him. He told him how sorry he was about his pain but all Pennywise did was tell him that it was okay over and over again. Until the sun touched the sky, brighting the world.

Mike told IT that he had Bill and he was going to kill him if he didn't come right now so he came. He did it to save him even though he wasn't there. He didn't know he wasn't there. He walked up to the dark skinned boy and glared down at him.

"Where is he?" He growled out. Mike grinned and shot him in the chest. Pennywise whimpered, crawling back into his sewers. The pain echoed throughout his body. Bill had ran to Pennywise's side as soon as he knew this time...

Penny didn't get back up.

Bill now thought it was the lack of food he had had in the last few months since he'd tried to stop and find another food source so that Bill's friends would be picked off one by one. He wanted Bill to feel regret later but what the clown didn't know was that Bill wouldn't feel any regret later. He never would because his love for the demonic clown was great and nothing would stand in his way of protecting him. NOTHING. Bill had growled when Pennywise asked him why he didn't just leave him there and return to his normal life that he had before.

It was far too late for him to turn back. He'd tasted freedom and he'd be damned if he went back. Oh, no. Losing a few friends was nothing, he thought, NOTHING compared to what he gained from having him. Having...IT. Bill thought back and he realized that maybe Pennywise didn't feel the same way as the seventeen year old did. Maybe he felt a friendly bond or maybe that of a parent not a, dare he say, ...lover? No, of course not. Look at Bill. There was nothing to find attractive at all. No, of course IT didn't think of him like that. He never would. That was okay, though. He'd stand by him as he burned the whole world down as long as his tiny little family made it out okay. He was fine. Just...fine.

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Eddie, Stan, and Ben never did anything to him but he kept a close eye on them just in case they tried to later. He had to help his clown in any way that he could. To take care of him, to protect him, to... No, no, no! Bill whimpered. He couldn't think like that, no! He started crying into the mattress that he laid on. Shuffling in the darkness made him lift his head to come face to face with Pennywise, his evil grin reaching from ear to ear. It made him shiver with fear. He'd never feared him. Just the thought of what he'd now became had him bursting into tears, sobbing into the bed. No, he didn't want to die like this! Not by the hands of someone he loved so dearly, so strongly. To think of such things hurt something deep in his chest. Deep past all of the self hatred and sadness he battled with everyday but...not when he was with Penny. He somehow made everything so much better, so much brighter. Like he was a lamp and he'd flipped the lights on in Bill's otherwise dark and sad life. He filled him with love and joy instead of loneliness and pity. Instead of heartache. No, every part of him filled with warmth when all was cold.

Love filled his very core.

Because of that, love for someone so evil, he would die and that shattered something inside of him. So why not...?No....but....

I'm dying anyways, so why not? Fine, he thought, wiping his eyes from the tears that blinded him.

He looked up into the blue eyes he'd fallen in love with so long ago and lunged at him, kissing him deeply and hoping for the best...

Bill's eyes widened...he kissed back. Bill's heart swelled but it also broke. What if he was just playing with him until he decided to kill him? This was a...game? A game to him. Bill pushed him back, scooting against the wall of the circular trailer. He pulled his knees up against his chest, sobbing harder. He didn't want all this to be a game to someone. He wanted to be loved, cherished, and cared for. Not...

A pained whimper jerked him back to looking at IT. He had such a pained look on his face, like he knew just what the younger boy thought. 'I do, in fact, little flower.' The shock on Bill's face would be funny to anyone else but this was not the time for such thoughts.

"You can understand what I'm thinking?!" he asked uncertainly. IT only gave him a single nod. Bill blushed deeply.

"So...you've known?" Pennywise gave him a grin and a nod. Bill glared at him.

"Then why didn't you say anything, you damned clown?!" The boy said, giving an inhuman screech. He lunged at him but all Penny did was sidestep it, grabbing him around his thin waist and pulling him closer.

"Aw, come on Billy boy. You can't stay mad at me," he laughed, throwing him down on the bed. He jumped on top of him.

"Penny, off." He giggled, looking up at him. His eyes for once were bursting with happiness. His eyelashes fluttered, looking up at him through them. Penny grinned wolfishly down at him.

"Well now, little flower. I have an idea of what I want to do with you," he growled. Bill grinned.

"And what would that be?" He giggled. Pennywise flipped them so that he lied on top of him.

"Now, Bill, you don't have to be a mindreader to know what I want."

Bill nodded, "I don't."

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*Four Months Later*

Bill looked around the well house, how it had changed. Penny was honestly serious about fixing it up. The rooms didn't have that run-down look. It was beautiful. The walls were built up again and there were no holes to be found or dead children. He turned to look at HIS clown and grinned. His family; Georgie, Penny, and their son Richie. After, you know, Bill's mistake, it hurt him to know that it was a big mistake. To know that it could have been avoided and he'd still have his friend. That Eddie would have his boyfriend back. He guessed it showed on his face how upset he really was because Penny walked up to him.

"What's wrong, my love? Tell me and I'll make it better." Bill sighed.

"Not even you can bring back the dead." He looked at the floor, tears springing to his eyes. To that, Pennywise laughed.

"You doubt me, flower. I can do anything." Bill's eyes widened. He blinked at him.

"You...You can bring Richie back?" To that, Penny glared.

"Why would you want him back?" Bill sighed yet again.

"Because I took Eddie's love and it's not fair. It honestly wasn't his fault, you told me so. Please, I'd do anything. Penny, please." He begged him. Pennywise nodded.

"I'll do this for you because it wasn't the boy's fault but only because it wasn't his fault." Bill nodded, hugging him tightly.

"Thank you," he whispered.

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Now kids, that's how Bill met Pennywise, fell in love with him, and how Richie came back. This is the end of our story!

Wait, what was that? You want to know why Pennywise was so cruel to Bill? Well, he simply thought that Bill wasn't his anymore. He thought he was falling for Richie since every time he was around him all he thought of was the boy with the huge glasses but no. Eddie talked about Richie to Bill anytime he could since he had such a huge crush but that's it. It was just jealousy and no, of course Pennywise wouldn't actually hurt his flower. Never. He'd die first, that he swore....

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Oh..my...god.

That took way too long to finish but here it is over four thousand words. I'm so proud and like I said it will be a full length novel. You just have to wait and see when but until then here's the summary for it.

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The sewers of darry Maine had always been a place that children feared, that they ran from. For all who entered never came out again at all.

All except Bill Denbrough. He entered and exited the sewers of darry whenever he pleased, always coming out with a smile on his face. Always happier than he was when he entered. What was it that he saw down there that was the reason so many children went missing?