I tried to attempt my own Photoshop photo for this chapter, I used PaintTool SAI for this. I'm trying my best to improve- so sorry if it sucks.

The abyss surged through the unconscious mind of Y/N, nothing but deadly quietness filled her surroundings. She was unsure whether this was what death was like; nothing. Perhaps she was dead, since it was odd at first that she couldn't move or feel anything, just a heavy tone of something around her.

That was when she thought there was something more to it, that if she was slowly beginning to feel for her surroundings- she was laying on something, something that should've given her some kind of comfort - a feeling of safety.

But Y/N didn't feel that, and the so-called 'safety' she was suppose to be feeling, felt incredibly false. When she felt her surroundings becoming one with her senses, and she found that she was growing incredibly cold, an odd musky smell coming into her nostrils.

When her E/C eyes did open, she came face to face with the large room she was in. It was massive beyond to what she could imagine, a room that seemed to hold a lot of clutter. Old toys, crumpled clothes, books, it seemed to be a gold mine of someone's large collection.

Y/N sat up, feeling that she had been laying on a massive heap of old clothes, the smell of dust and musk must've been coming from them. But there was another... odour that seemed to be not coming from the old antique clothes. The stench was beyond any recognition, as if something had come in and died years ago, the smell was beyond easy to ignore, and it made Y/N almost gag.

She stood quickly, looking further more into the large room she was in, large high walls, bolted vault doors and water systems flowing past her. Is this... is this the sewers? She questioned, pinching her nose lightly of the smell. No wonder it stinks.

She was growing a bit more and more worried as to why she was taken here, and why she was saved in the first place. This all seemed a bit questioning, and she was unsure as to what the clown would say-

Then, it suddenly clicked, why she was here, who had saved her; drowning in the water after jumping- it was as if she had hit her head hard enough on a rock to forget everything, and she had more thoughts that came into mind. That clown had taken her in here.... to eat her next? It had only just carried her in here just to get another free meal with no trouble or struggle- but how comes she hasn't been eaten just yet?

She stumbled, her worries and strangled whimpers not coming out of her throat properly, and it sounded like she was having trouble figuring out what was going on.

She fell almost backwards into a tall heap, some clutter like shoes and some child toys almost fell on top of her, but she got out of the way in time, a loud clang echoing for anyone to hear. She was sure screwed now, that clown couldn't just of left here to herself- and she had a growing worry that she was being watched, or if something or someone was going to be coming in here any time shortly to deal with her.

She shivered, shaking off the unsettling feeling in the atmosphere, her breathing had become quicker, as if she was hyperventilating. The biggest mound she had fallen backwards into was what she had slowly pulled away from, and her eyes slowly trailed upwards, and she had wished she hadn't looked up there.

The ceiling reached incredible heights, and so did the mound of collections too. But it wasn't that- not the toys or broken items- it was more what was floating up there.

Are those... b-bodies?

She stared up at it, the large number of floating corpses and other body parts floating around the top of the heap. The realisation dawned on her, when she saw with wide eyes how small some of the bodies were, and she realised that those were where the missing children had gone. Some were missing limbs, others heads, but they all looked the same- frozen in time- like they had been there for some time.

Suddenly, the term 'we all float down here' made sense. Her heart started pounding at a increasingly rapid pace, feeling nauseous and light-headed.

She scurried back like a lost small mouse on the way to running into its trap, a small yelp sounding from her mouth as she fell, creating more noise that must've been heard. If the first time that clown didn't hear her, It was sure to know she was awake now-

She turned to the similar tune coming from the other side: a similar eerie tune that she had heard from her dream how ever many nights ago it was. In that moment, it felt like her heart had stopped beating, and had replaced her blood with ice or lead.

The tune continued, and it sounded to be coming from one of the open entrances. She slowly made her way to it, trying not to slip against the dirty sewer water. Her hands felt clammy, cold and sore, her head heavy and eyes watery.

On this other side of this room (she had figured out it must've been It's lair), she had found two more open entrances, an open large pipe that had waste and dirty water flowing out of. Three openings, two of them will lead to my death, or maybe all three will. Her mind raced, hazy like the static on a television.

She moved herself to stand at the first opening, the one where it seemed that the music was not coming from. But all she saw was utter darkness, darkness that would hide all the monsters and demons in. Each opening were not even that close to each other- at least a few metres, and she would have to be quick to get reach the next one.

She stopped dead in her tracks, listening to the tune slowly die down in the distance, leaving an eerie jingle that set an unsettling feeling of something to come next. She shivered, squinting her eyes as she looked to see if this exit was best to get out.

The more she stared into the darkness, the more she got the feeling something was staring back at her. She always had that; like at night when she was still awake, staring up in her dark room and thinking that there were shadows or somewhere there watching. Or, her eyes weren't deceiving her, and she was right, there was definitely something there.

She heard a small breathy exhale come, as if someone was sighing just for exaggerated effect. Her blood run cold, and when she felt herself pried to the ground below, came what she thought were her eyes playing tricks on her mind. A soft orange glow begun to emit from the darkness, the same colour of two soft candles burning.

The soft glow grew brighter, and with it, a gentle breeze brushing back Y/N's damp and messy locks, throwing her off guard. She jumped back slightly, and she came to realise that those soft orange glowing hues weren't just part of her imagination, but the eyes of the clown staring back at her.

Suddenly, as if coming to the decision of knowing it was It, a maniacal laugh came from the darkness, one that sounded none other than realistic or even human - a laugh that only a homicidal crazy would come out with from a cliché horror movie.

She begged herself to remain calm: Don't be afraid don't be afraid, she panicked, but that didn't stop a loud shriek exiting her throat, and her turning and running the way to another exit. She didn't even think twice about what were in this one, taking the far right one seemed justifiable in her mind, and the only thing she was thinking about was living.

She ran down, and she could hear the clown's laughter echo along the walls of the large room; It had already emerged from the shadows of that pipe and was quickly to following her. She ran through murky sh*tty water, her sneakers getting soaked as well as her jeans as she ran through the dimly-lit passages blindly.

The passages of the sewers curved at every corner, and with that, she prayed that she wouldn't be caught in a dead-end, hoping she would get out and finally find the light from the outside world. I'm going to die here, and if it's not from the hands of the clown, it's from getting a staph infection.

She used the walls for guidance, tripping over objects in the water and she yelped, falling face-first into it, choking on her tears as she struggled to stand. When she did manage to stand up again, she get running, her breathing laboured and sounding mangled as she knew that the clown was somewhere close.

When she rounded the next corner of the tunnel, her hopes of living died down, as when she saw the poking metal bars blocking her way, she knew she had taken the wrong turn previously. "N-No, f-f*ck..." she panicked, and when she gotten to the bars, she tried to push and tug, hoping they were old and flimsy and would crumble.

She was dead for sure now, and when she heard the familiar jingling of bells and a disembodied giggle, her scream got caught in her throat once again. The clown at this point, was teasing her, and It must've been salivating at her fear and quickened heartbeat.

She wiped her face from the dark substance from her forehead and face, as it slouched and fell into the water below. The only thing she could hear was her own breathing, wheezy and warbled. I'm dead, I'm dead. If that clown wanted to me dead, he could've eaten me when I was trying to drown myself.

In the knowing of her death was just around the corner, she knew there was nothing she could do about it. She squeezed her eyes shut, clutching at her body to hug herself as she awaited something, even to know It was there right in front of her.

Nothing, nothing had happened, and she knew in a scare It would pop up if she opened her eyes, but she dared keep them shut. She heard a deep shuffling sound come from both behind her and in front, the words, "You like to play?" hissed in her ear, before she sound of the shuffling got louder; like someone was pulling back a large curtain or cloth.

The breeze came over her again, and when she thought she was to open her eyes, she had not been trapped in the dirty dark sewers, but she was no standing both afraid and confused at the entrance of a convoluted maze.

A maze of mirrors she had found, when she looked to both sides, seeing her reflections, her face of wide-eyed fear portrayed and mirrored back to her, thinking that what stared back at her were mere ghostly versions of herself.

These types of mirror mazes were the type of ones that just confused you even more, and you couldn't tell whether you were to walk into another part or into yourself. "F-F*ck..." she cursed herself for using such language, but when she was nervous or under pressure, she would curse as much as she could.

"Tick tock Y/N, tick tock, the light is just at the end." the voice of It rung through her, and she swore she heard It just being hushed into her ear on purpose.

She was paranoid beyond belief now, and so she knew, that this must've been the last thing to get through to escape - or it was just an even bigger trap set up. She held her arms up past her chest, and begun slowly but as quickly as she could walking through. It was so dark, that with every time she turned or thought she would think she was going the right way, she would see It standing there, smiling.

She would shriek and find herself bump into more mirrors, and when she looked again, It was gone. It's doing this to make you more scared, keep going. She was determined to get out of this all, and she was maybe naive to think she would get out.

She thought she could see the end of the hallway in front of her, and she hoped it was the exit, and not just the mirror portraying it and it was just the entrance facing back at her.

Each mirror or illusion of the hallway she passed or bumped into, she would see something behind her or in front of her; a flash of orangey-red flame hair followed by those haunting eyes, the figure of small child or hear whispering from It or those of ghosts.

"You can't escape." Something whispered alongside her, and she twisted to behind her. "You'll die if you try to escape." it continued, childlike and menacing, the voice was once again of a young girl, yet she couldn't see anything - not just yet anyways.

"G-Get out..." she whimpered, and she still continued walking, trying to hide the fact she was scared of what was to come. It teased, and she tried to ignore it, shuddering at the next words. "It will always find you, and you'll be with It... forever."

"Go a-away..." she uttered, clutching at her crumpled clothes tighter. "I w-won't lose." she gasped, looking behind her to see the person. It wasn't the clown, but the voice was of someone she didn't recognise.

When she had turned, she had found a little girl standing in Victorian-style dress, H/C pigtails on top of her head, bright E/C eyes staring up at her like a deer. S/C skin and details similar to hers, this girl looked exactly like younger version of herself. In the little girl's hands was a red balloon, the string clutched in her small gloved hand.

"You can't escape, even if you try," the H/C haired girl spoke, softly and sickly too sweet, her words droned and mixed, like a broken record, and her voice was breaking as well.

Y/N watched in silent horror as the younger version of her face begun to melt and disfigure, melting as deep red blood ran down her E/C eyes, before turning completely black. Her mouth hung open, black as well inside, and her S/C turned to the same colour as spoiled milk.

It wasn't just her face, and Y/N watched as she slowly begun to turn to glop, slinking into the ground below, her voice becoming gargled and strangled until all that remained was black ash and dust. Panting heavily in ragged loud breaths, Y/N stood just looking to the ground where once the girl stood.

"Guess whoooo?" The guttural voice hissed and mocked behind her, she could sense it was smiling, and she was so dead. Before she had a chance to even do anything, the clown twisted her harshly turn, and she looked up to the tall six-foot-five clown staring down at her. Red-orange eyes looked to her, that same painted face too, but when It had opened its red mouth, a pair of pointy mangled sharp teeth prodded out, sticking out and pointing out from his bottom lip.

She finally screamed, as it grabbed her with its gloved hand around her neck, picking her up like she weighed the same as a rag doll, her body dangling as she was being slowly strangled. She gargled and choked, staring as it's face opened up, before rows upon rows of sharp teeth formed, a low growl emitted from the back of its throat.

, long awaited hunger for her, and she had never feared death that much until it was staring straight back at her, with its claw hands around her neck, and razor knife-like teeth waiting to puncture her skin. She was unsure how she was to get out this situation, and she knew that it was time to die. It was a shame really: she would've preferred a less painful way of dying, but still it was the same, she would suffer.

"P-Please," she choked, tears forming in pricks in the corners of her eyes, her lungs slowly burning just like when they were being consumed by water. "p-please..."She heard a low deep chuckle come from it, and she watched as it's face slowly retracted back to normal. "P-P-Please...." Pennywise mocked, a small pout of his lips showing her that he was taking her pleads as its own pleasure.

Its grip around her neck loosened ever so slightly, and she was brought closer to its face, its face just hovering close to her neck. She was holding her own breath as she waited. Will it kill me? Lick me? But she was pulled in closer roughly, his red painted nose skimming the base of her throat, taking in a long and drawn out sniff.

She gulped involuntarily, feeling her neck bob against its face, and it sniffed deeply again, and again, like it was thinking in its head what to do, to take a bite of her neck or rip her head entirely off.

It wasn't what she was expecting when she was abruptly dropped from its height, a loud and unexpected yelp leaving her hoarse throat as she thudded to the ground.

She looked up to the clown's face, scrunched in both confusion and some-what anger. She could see from behind, that she was back again in the opening of the clown's lair, where the large heap of objects and toys were piled up high, the same children floating up above.

"You're not afraid." she looked back to the clown, her own confusion playing out in her head. She wondered if the clown could read her mind, or else it would've been hearing every single time she uttered the word 'sh*t'. She questioned whether it would've been safe to ask what the clown meant, and she wished she hadn't.

"W-What?" she squeaked, and she watched Pennywise's eyes dart down to her face, eyes changing from that bright threatening orange colour to a cool light yellow. "No fear... Pennywise smells no fear." It muttered to itself.

She was still confused. Yeah, she had faced her fear of drowning more than once, and maybe, she didn't fear it as much as she originally had, but it would still be one of her primary ones. But, she didn't find the clown that scaring, not scary enough to make her fear it. She didn't answer, but it continued, growling a deep huff, the bells on its clothes jingling as it looked to have a small child tantrum.

She watched, and when she thought she would be killed, Pennywise's tone changed. It's voice was demonic, low, and it slowly advanced towards her, threateningly haunting. "Get out before I kill you, and you won't like me to see that little one."

She scrambled backwards, but Pennywise was quick to stand just above her, towering over her even when she was on the ground, making her feel small and weak. "Go, before I change my mind." It said one last time, before huffing and turning. In the blink of an eye, the clown was gone, and she was laying on the dirty ground of the sewers.

She didn't disobey the clown's words, and she stumbled out, taking a different way out that the right pipe she had originally taken before.