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It’s not a conspiracy theory!

@hawkance

It was never too much for Pennywise to find who IT desired; be for simple tasks to further along a HUNT or a human he would become possessive over. Much like a dear old friend who left Derry for a dreary HOTEL job so long ago. When Leon had disappeared, IT wasn't concerned. The ENTITY did just fine on his own in this new macabre world they lived in now, despite the limited supply of FRESH MEAT available to Penny now. Now THAT was a problem; so many corpses roaming the land and so little humans gathered in groups that made it difficult to divide and conquer when so many had learned to temper their FEAR in exchange for SURVIVAL. IT was delighted the day he met Leon, everywhere they went Pennywise would better understand what was happening and how to identify the SPOILED goods from the rest. Of course many thought it strange of him to be following the agent around like an over large gangly CAT; which IT could prove his worth easily with how he could fend off zombie a many and even played a large hand in holding off a four story high MUTANT monster with very little damage himself. Hunting, roaming, it all grew so very BORING to Pennywise, at least with this Leon gentleman things were always afoot. Entertaining, CHALLENGING and it didn't take long before Penny took a SPECIAL interest in the man himself.

Those dark, murky memories of hurt, love and fighting would've served for a DELICIOUS meal in the normal world had the man been chosen for prey but with his practiced persistence it made it hard to crave him for his FEAR. Now it only attracted ITS curiosity; why keep FIGHTING ? Why save those that only judged him or used him until he was spent. Why not let the CLOWN cheer him up with his GLORIOUS presence ? IT moves to lift himself upon the bar counter top to sit on it, feet barely dangling due to his height. The bartender gives a short exclamation of indignance before he's silenced with Penny's scowl, the other gulping before going back to the mundane tasks at hand. Penny turns to look down at Leon with a smirk, easily SWIPING the bottle from him to drain it halfway down to irritate the other, throat bobbing and liquid slipping past the corner of full lips without care. He hands the bottle back by two fingertips as if it had cooties, tongue lapping out to clean his mouth as legs slowly swung to THUMP his shoes annoyingly LOUD against the wood.

"My dear BOY, have you forgotten ? I NEVER FORGET A SMELL. Especially one as TORTURED as yours. I simply followed it all the way to this little pile of dirt of a city." he emphasis's his words with a little dance of his long digits, index and middle walking like legs slowly toward Leon's fist on the counter and crawling their way up his arm, that tense neck, until finally landing on his forehead, giving a light nudge before removing his touch.