Y/n P.o.v

I've been weeping for at least ten minutes.

It of course, felt longer.

I slowly opened my eyes, I was now crying dry tears. I've run out of tears to cry.

I placed my hands on the floor and stood up, I stared at my reflection with a blank expression. I tilted my head at the shape of my body and lifted my shirt to get a better look.

The stitches on my stomach had spread a bit more, a hint of blood trickled out of the wound and slowly rolled down my skin.

I placed my finger under the blood, allowing it to collect on my finger.

I raised my hands towards my face to examine the red ooze.

I rested my hand in front of my nose and sniffed the aroma, it didn't seem to have that disgusting metallic scent blood was supposed to have.

Instead, it actually smelled appetizing.

I quickly shook my head and washed my hands, I wiped my wet fingers around my wound as to clean the small bit of blood that had escaped.

Following these actions, I dried myself off with the hand cloth that lay folded neatly on the counter.

I let out a shaky sigh and turned to the box of pregnancy tests, I picked up the used test and threw it into the trash can and finished with throwing the rest of the tests, along with the small blue box into the can.

I then turned to the washroom door and unlocked it with a shaky hand.

I was sweating all over, my cheeks were red and my eyes were bloodshot.

I looked like I hadn't eaten or seen the sun for months.

I looked awful.

I basically haven't eaten for a week, every time I ate I ended up throwing it all up.

I sighed in disgust, what does this fucking baby want?

I placed my hands against my stomach as I pulled the door open, there in the doorway Pennywise stood.

I stopped in my tracks and stared wide eyed at the clown, he stared down at me with a tilted head.

His all too familiar grin spreading across his face, he then bent himself forward just a bit to reach my height.

His eyes were blue.

"Hiya, Sweets!" He giggled.

I didn't respond, instead a look of slight fear spread on my face; it mixed with an expression of disgust.

I couldn't let him know he had a baby.

I took a step back, trying to keep a distance. If he figured out I was going to eventually have a baby, that he made.

Who knows what he'd do to me!

Pennywise took a few steps forward, now directly in front of my small frame.

He raised his gloved hands and put them to my face, he stared down at me as I stared up at him.

My eyes were wide, his eyes were calm.

"Have you been crying, my dear?" He questioned, stroking the side of my face with his hands.

It was the sexual things that he seemed to do that scared me.

He knew whatever he did frightened me, but he enjoyed the sexual things.

My eyes shifted to the floor, I hesitantly nodded. Pennywise's frown vanished and a frown took its place, his eyebrows raised. "What's the matter? Did you miss your good ol' friend, Pennywise?" He smiled a small smile, but it was enough to unsettle me.

I took a deep breath before looking at him once again, his eyes were now a bright orange. I slowly raised my hands and placed them against his chest, tears now escaping my eyes.

"I'm hungry!..." I pleaded to him, my body getting closer to him.

I technically wasn't lying to him.

But I had to keep my mind off of the baby.

Pennywise seemed taken back, his eyes widened and his body raised; he took a step back, but his hands remained against my cheeks.

I stared directly into his hungry eyes and cried, "I can't eat!-" I weeped.

Pennywise was silent, he listened quietly to me cry. He was uncharacteristically confused, he was attempting to piece my actions together.

He lowered his hands to my small arms and pulled my against him, I let out a shriek of fear at the sudden movement.

And he began to pull me forward, he growled at my lack of weight.

I was his food after all.

He dragged me around the corner and towards the front door.

My eyes widened when I processed what he was doing, he was taking me back to the sewers.

But I did not struggle.

I only cried in fear.

~

The water was all I was hearing, along with the faint growls that escaped Pennywise's throat.

I slowly looked around, the sewers.

I took frantic breaths as we passed the hole in the wall that I had hidden in just a week ago.

Pennywise took note of the hole and snarled under his breath.

"Don't be bad this time, my darling~" he sang, wiggling his body to trigger the jingle of the bells that sat upon his clown suit.

I nodded slowly, but remained silent.

I wouldn't be able to escape.

And there was no point.

He knew where I was.

Soon enough we arrived in the center of Pennywise's den, and dropped me onto my back and walked away.

I let out a cry of pain and shakily sat up to watch the clown search the area.

Pennywise returned a moment later, he stood directly in front of me before dropping the carcass of an animal in front of my trembling figure.

"Food," he stated, clasping his hands together as if he were praying.

I swallowed and leaned forward to examine what I concluded to be the dead body of a Dog.

Where did he get this?

Had he been collecting dead animals to feed me?

He was planning on taking me back here.

I furrowed my brows and slowly looked up at the clown, "I can't eat this..." I whispered to him, he stared down at me; orange eyed.

He let out a growl and turned away from me, he then disappeared before my eyes.

I sat back and slowly crawled away from the dog carcass, my stomach growled to signal that I needed food badly. I placed a hand against the small mound on my body and sighed shakily.

I bit my lip in an attempt to think about what my baby wanted, that was the only possible explanation.

The baby was making me throw up my previous meals. I stared at the cement floor as I waited for Pennywise to return, I laid down on the cold and dampened floor before curling into a ball and closing my eyes.

~

Shhhh...

Hush....

Whispers, I was hearing the sound of comfort. But I couldn't see anything.

My head shifted around the unseen area that surrounded my floating body, I could hear faint crying.

A baby once again.

The crying had been soothed the slightest bit by the whispers that echoed around me.

I could only assume the crying of an infant was my own infant.

My baby.

Why else would I be dreaming about a baby?

But who was whispering?...

I listened closely.

The hushed sounds were not me, I could tell that much.

They were coming from someone else.

Where was I?

~

"Sweets!~ I'm baaack!~ " Pennywise sang as he skipped towards my body, he then dropped the body of a fresh child in front of me.

I sat up and let out a scream when a hint of the child's blood flew against my face.

I took a long moment to recuperate.

I took frantic breaths as I stared wide eyed at the body, a small blond girl.

I slowly looked up at Pennywise who watched me eagerly.

I slowly crawled towards the body, I hesitantly placed my hands against the shoulder and rolled the body over.

Completely torn open.

Blood gushing from the chest cavity, I stared at the blood that poured from the open wound; I barely noticed that my mouth was watering, and I didn't seem disgusted like I used to be.

It was appetizing.

Pennywise let out a squeak of excitement when my body lowered itself closer to the dead body.

I placed my hands against the chest and waist and slowly bit into the raw flesh, squishing sounds echoing from the meat being torn away.

I sat up and took the meat into my hands, I pressed it to my mouth as I ate. Blood collecting around my mouth and dripping onto my clothes.

My eyelids dropped and became half lidded.

I let out a moan of pleasure at the warmth that traveled down my throat.

Pennywise slowly sat down in front of the carcass, he watched me closely-

Studying.

A minute had passed.

He tilted his head and narrowed his orange eyes, "my darling, why are your eyes orange?" He questioned.

My eyes widened and I lowered my eyes to see what I was eating.

Human flesh.

I dropped the meat to the ground and stood up, "oh my god!" I screamed and my body began to convulse in disgust.

I took frantic steps backwards, A grin formed on Pennywise's face at my fear levels rising.

He stood up and made his way towards me, just as I was about to run- he was towering over me.

He pushed me to the floor and crawled on top of me, "oh! Your eyes are like mine!" He giggled happily before his tongue lowered to my face.

He began licking the blood that had collected around my face.

His hands lowered to my waist and I immediately began to panic.

He might feel my stomach.

He might find out.

He's going to kill me.

He's gonna kill the-

I closed my eyes and shook my head.

Don't think about it.

Don't think about it.

I repeated those words in my mind, and pursed my lips together.

I let out a muffled cry when Pennywise's hands traveled under my shirt and felt my skin.

But he paused.

The panic began to rise.

I wiggled my body frantically.

"You?-" Pennywise questioned, lifting my shirt to reveal my stomach.

He stared down at my belly and rubbed my body, he obviously felt the strange stiffness of my skin.

He blinked in confusion.

Had he never been around a pregnant person before?

I sighed loudly in relief.

He looked at me in confusion, his eyes were blue. He studied my face with curious eyes, but he kept his hands on my stomach.

My eyes were no longer orange.

"Have you had enough to eat? You only ate a few bites, Sweets..." He whispered in a hushed tone, he tilted his head.

Awaiting a response.

Lie.

I quickly nodded.

"Yes!..." I cried, still wiggling my body around frantically.

Pennywise slowly removed his hands from my body, he seemed to still be a bit confused.

But he lowered his head to my neck either way and spoke, "Humans are strange..." And with that he bit into my flesh, and began to drink from me.

I let out a scream, now I would have two bite wounds on my neck.

All from a clown.

He continued to drink my blood, he let out hungry growls every now and then.

He held me by my waist and pressed his body against my own.

His body was against my stomach.

I felt a strange sense of electricity shook through my body at his touch against my pregnant belly.

A strange energy.

Could Pennywise feel it?

Could the baby feel it?...