Y/n P.o.v

Half a day until the funeral.

Pennywise hadn't left me at all.

He paced around his den, he occasionally climbed around on his trophy pile, he even resorted to pulling a body or two down from floating above us just so he could feast without taking his eyes off of me.

I sat against a wall, I could feel my spine rubbing against the rough wall.

I smacked my lips together and breathed out of my mouth like a horse, Pennywise seemed to care very little about my lack of action, he watched me with narrowed eyes.

The blue in them turning to a bright orange every time he switched his sights to my belly.

What was the light inside of me?

What did Pennywise think it was?

As if on cue, Pennywise marched towards me before plopping onto his rear.

"Dead lights?" He question, raising a gloved hand and pointing to my stomach. I furrowed my brows in confusion, "W-What?..." I asked, my eyes falling upon my stomach.

"Why do you have dead lights?" He explained in a questioning manner.

I only shook my head slowly, afraid he might get angry at me for being confused.

"What a-are dead l-lights?..."

The clown before me tensed, his eyes widened as he leaned away from me.

He seemed to be studying me and my thoughts, was he trying to figure things out?

"Me, my kind-" he stated, his voice deeper and more hoarse than usual.

My eyes shot to the dampened cement floor, my thoughts began to race.

There are more of these- things?

Where are they?

Shit, this really is killer clowns from outer space.

I jumped the slightest bit when I felt a gloved hand grip my chin, I cringed at the harsh pain that engulfed me.

Now remembering the fact that I had busted it open, but my blood seemed to have dried over it enough to keep most of my blood from escaping my body.

I clenched my eyes shut and tilted my head away when Pennywise pulled me towards him.

"You aren't like me?... " he mumbled to himself.

I swallowed the lump in my throat, I didn't dare interrupt his thinking.

Pennywise pursed his red lips together for a moment before his grip tightened on my chin, I flinched at the sudden roughness in his touch.

He forcefully threw my head away from him, my body following soon after, I cried out in pain when the back of my head hit the wall behind me.

I forced my eyes open, rolling them out from the back of my head as I gasped in shock at the pain.

I directed my view towards Pennywise when I realized he had climbed to his feet, he growled under his breath, so animalistic. He spoke in a low voice:

"You'll float tomorrow, my love~" he finished, he sounded so confident with his words.

And yet, his posture and facial expression betrayed him.

He looked uneasy and unsure.

He looked how he had when I had threatened to jump off of his trophy pile and kill myself.

Afraid.

I quivered at his words, realizing he must have concluded that he would feast upon me tomorrow.

I wanted to die- but now knowing when I would die, was absolutely terrifying.

"Please... N-No..." I mumbled.

Pennywise sighed and turned around, making his way back to his mountain of stolen goods.

He sat down slowly against a few toys and watched me with serious glares once again.

He seemed upset that all I was doing was sitting and looking around.

He must have been unamused by my human reactions to nothing to do.

He tilted his head, his blue eyes shooting away from my shivering frame as to not make eye contact with me, one of his eyes drifted back to me, completely cockeyed.

"Why don't you sleep?" He asked.

I hesitated, my mint green gown clung tightly to my small body, not being a good source of heat. "I can't... " I mumbled; my voice weak and rocky.

Pennywise groaned impatiently, "why not?" He questioned.

I gulped, fearful of how angered he might become due to my disobedience.

"I don't kn-know... " I whispered.

A long silence filled the clowns den.

It was swiftly broken by the sound of bells directly beside me.

I quickly turned my head to see Pennywise now seated beside me, out of instinct, my body shifted away from him. My movement was shortly lives as Pennywise threw his lanky arms around my waist and pulled me towards him, he forced me to lay down beside him before pushing my head down and onto his lap, using himself as a pillow.

"Sleep." He demanded.

I shifted my head and stared at Pennywise's mountain of goods, being that I couldn't really look anywhere else.

"SLEEP." He growled, I flinched as a harsh shover rushed down my misshapen back, the feeling of Pennywise's warm slobber coating my cheek and ear, some even rolling down my cheek and into the corner of my mouth.

I gagged but forced my mouth to remain shut, I felt my heart rate pick up as I forced my eyes shut.

Sleep.

Please sleep.

Go to sleep.

Go to sleep so I can die sooner-

No.

Go to sleep and dream of surviving this nightmare...

~

My eyes burst open, everything surrounding my floating body was still an empty white.

But I felt a weight in my arms.

I lowered my head to see what I was must have been holding.

My eyes widened at the sight.

My baby?

Without warning, tears began to pour down my already raw and puffy cheeks, the liquid began to fall onto the face of my baby, triggering him to stir a bit. His arms shot upward, reaching for me- I instinctively raised his small body closer to my own, allowing his chubby arms to rest upon my shoulders, his tiny head lay on the crook of my neck.

He was cold.

And that only reminded me that he was not human like me.

He had the genes of the devil.

My tears began to grow thicker after the thought had occurred to me, the liquid started to fill the white around me. The water rapidly rising, showing me that I was in a small white room.

My baby began to cry.

I didn't feel happy anymore.

I felt sad.

And afraid.

A faint laughter began to ring in my ears, and then the smallest sound of a young child singing an eery tune.

The voices began to echo in my mind, immediately causing an annoyance within me.

I pulled my baby away, my eyes examining his face.

My grip on him was stolen from me, a pair of dirtied gloves covered by the sleeves of an all too familiar clown suit climbed out from the white walls that matched the sleeves of the arms a bit to well.

The arms reached out and snatched my baby from my arms, I began to try and move forward.

But I was stuck.

Unable to make it to my baby.

And then the clown was in front of me.

I felt cold as I stared into his bright orange eyes, though his eyes wondered away from my face; signaling for me to look where he was staring.

My eyes traveled down my body to reveal my body was completely vulnerable. Naked.

Without control, I felt my arms snake over the clowns shoulders, and my lips collide with his plump ones.

His arms wrapped around my small waist, I felt his large body against my small one, dominating me.

I felt a warm liquid seep from the clowns mouth, from Pennywise's mouth.

I forced my eyes open to see both Pennywise and I drowned in blood.

A sickening grin was placed on his face, and I could feel a smile, sickening just like his, spread across my blood soaked face.

And then I was screaming.

Everything went black.

And then I was being touched in my most sensitive places by the clown.

Blackness overcame me.

Then I was climbing on top of him.

The black void engulfed me.

Pennywise was gone.

I was laying on the ground.

In a familiar place.

The sewers.

I was bleeding out.

And laughter is all I could hear.

But it was more than one voice of joy.

It was two.

Two people laughing at my naked and injured body.