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 𝐬𝐡𝐞  𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬  𝐢𝐧  𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐳𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭  𝐚𝐬  𝐡𝐞  𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤  𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭  𝐚  𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞  𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝.  it's  a  strange  situation  for  imogen,  sitting  at  a  bar  with  not  only  a  creepy  clown  but  also,  he's  a  clown  who  doesn't  speak.  though,  she  can  talk  enough  for  the  both  of  them.

 several  people  stare,  most  of  them  in  fright;  she  can't  blame  them;  of  course,  he  looks  terrifying.  but  sitting  beside  him,  his  actions,  the  way  he  communicates  without  using  words;  it's  almost  adorable ── or,  maybe,  she's  a  little  delusional.

 the  bartender  slides  her  drink  over,  instantly  reaching  for  it.  plump  lips  wrap  around  the  straw,  and  she  takes  a  sip.  ❝that's  delicious.❞  she  smiles,  ❝thank  you  so  much.❞  she  gives  his  arm  a  gentle  squeeze  as  she  takes  another  drink.  ❝you  sure  you  don't  want  anything?❞  glancing  down  at  the  menu,  she  turns  the  page  to  find  all  the  food  options.  ❝anything  looking  good  to  you?❞

Lilith sighs as she steps closer to the woman on the chair, unbothered by her muffled pleas for help behind taped mouth. Then grabbed her by the hair, pulling back, to take a better look at her. "She's not even a virgin." Her observation was concluded by pushing the woman's head away. It wasn't like she knew her personally, but she's seen her in the store and down the streets, constantly pressing herself against different people. It wasn't exactly a problem, but people like her weren't very effective.

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She laughs, watching him nod excitedly as he grasps onto her wrist, dragging her over his van with ease. "You sure do seem to like it."

Her eyes sparkle as she spots the teddy bear placed neatly in the passenger seat, buckled in as though it needed to be kept safe and sound. "Oh my—"

Annie's face lit up a bright pink, her eyes widening as Art moved his way backwards after giving her the sneakiest, most adorable peck she'd gotten in a long time. "What was that for?? I haven't done all that much, aside from when we first met and I dumped that giant teddy on you."

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carmilla's been watching this one for quite some time. she's come across endless killers throughout her centuries on this earth. it's rare she encounters one as different as him. how long has he been here? she wonders as she paints his face white like fresh snow. as long as i have? she's not met many who've been around for so long, and it's merely a guess. she has no idea. all she knows is that she's seen him commit atrocities that no mortal man would dream of, perhaps even the worst of them. still, he's far too messy to be one of her kind. a demon, perhaps? or perhaps he is just a man formed, somehow, more wicked than any before him.

bright, wide eyes watch him as she completes his makeup with, under his direction, a black dot on the tip of his nose. she places it delicately, an uncanny grin on her lips. her eyes flicker up and down his form, and she offers the brush and paints back into his care.  ❝ there. ❞  she straightens up and pulls a compact mirror out of her bag. she hands it to him.  ❝ what do you think? ❞  he doesn't seem to speak much, but there are plenty of ways to say things without one's voice. she waits, watching.

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At first, Annie wasn't sure what to make of the clown in front of her. She'd given him the oversized teddy on a whim, something about it just seemed perfect for him. And the way his face almost lit up when she'd passed it to him? Totally worth it. Even if he was mostly a stranger to her still.

She watched him as he tucked the bear under his arm, watching as he searched his pockets for something. Her head tilted, eyes widening as he pulled a heart-shaped pendant out from his pockets. She doesn't take it at first, having only wanted to give a gift and not needing anything in return but he was quite insistent, to the point where he placed it right into her palms.

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Billy pulled the ghostface mask off and wiped the bloody knife on his black robe. The body, what was left of it, laid at his feet. His breathing was heavy and his dark eyes were bright and full of life. A clear sign he enjoyed what he had just done. It was the only time he felt something anymore that wasn't rage or anger. This was better than even an orgasm. He got to play god and decide who lived and who didn't. He kicked the corpse for good measure and pulled out a cigarette to smoke. He lit up and finally glanced over and noticed he wasn't alone. " What the fuck?" He said, grabbing his knife. Seeing a clown in the middle of the night wasn't something that had ever happened to him before. " What the fuck kind of gag is this? Stu I swear to God if you're fucking with me I will choke you with your entrails."

Oh! This one was fun! When the boop! was reciprocated, long tongue moved outwards in a slithering fashion to run along IT's nose where it had been touched. The shiny red nose did indeed seem to add a detail to IT's face, as equally red as the balloons that seemed to trail all around IT at the most odd times. They truly were two clowns in a pod, weren't they?

"I like you! Yes! You're a real mystery, aintcha'? At least to them. To me? You could very well be a brother, can't ya? Oh, this should be fun!"

Pennywise proceeded to clap IT's hands together in excited glee, even giving out a little squeal at the notion. IT's head tilted for a moment as yellowed eyes gave Art a look up and down, as though assessing him on a more personal level. Head tilted in an unnatural way, much as a bird might, but it was just an acknowledgment.