"So... she died from something. Did... you do it?"

Pennywise growled low, whipping his head back and forth like a wild rabid dog with rabies. It was much more complicated than just that, not even Penny had the exact answer to it or to how it really begun.

The only thing that distorted the past and reality from the cavity that was part of that thought process above was of the H/C haired female. In a blink, she would look like , crying with tears in her eyes that day It stumbled upon her that rainy day.

Kill her, feast on her.

Pennywise hissed at the suggestion; having two sides that made up his entity, this Eater of Worlds didn't think with logic, only with the primal need to feast. Deep down, within the being It was, Penny knew that this girl was more important than the other kids that had been consumed for as long as It had been on the planet for.

As much as Penny knew that wanting to feast on her flesh and fear and end this problem was one that seem to suffice the need in its being, It knew that it wouldn't be enough.

"P-Penny,"

It looked up, feeling the sharp edges of its teeth piercing through its gums, the thoughts and threats were getting too much to decide when two sides of It wanted two different things. "No-- must not... Penny mustn't." Pennywise remembered, shaking its large head from side to side to make the bells on its Victorian clothes jingle roughly.

She used to call me that.

"Go back to it, what happened to her... Tell me."

Pennywise grumbled, not needing to think too hard about the exact moment in which it had happened. It remembered everything clearly; every soul consumed and eaten, every pesky piece of sh*t of a child It came into contact with and those adults too. It was just that It suppressed it better to forget about them as much as possible.

Suddenly, memories appeared, whizzing through the air, as a familiar time from the past came into Pennywise's vision; the moment he remembered the most.

It had been a few months that had passed when The Dancing Clown had seen the H/C haired female last; the seasons passed from cold to warmer: death had passed and new life was arriving; the arrival of Spring and rebirth was to take place.

It was still rainy in Derry- it never seemed to change nor get warmer- only the summers were warm and full of happiness. Cold brought less: and Pennywise hated that. He hated that he could barely feast: the feast of mortal kin.

That was when It was at it's worse: the primal demand for food was to the best; and sometime It found itself being something much more than just a clown. It's original form, the Spider, crawling and twisting within the underground systems, waiting...

Pennywise had been found by the riverbanks once again- a typical place to be found, and apart from seeming as if the eternal being was alone, it didn't seem much like that at all.

The once gloved white hands had been scrapped and dirtied, not just from the mud and dirt, but from the blood and guts. It's hands had been replaced with sharp talons: similar to either a birds or more like a wild beast.

Those claws dug and feasted within the belly of a small child, blood oozing from the pocket as the once small being's life had been drained away. The only thing left was the look of fear still present in his eyes; now pale and frozen in time, the boy had only wanted to go out exploring.

Pennywise could smell him from a mile away: flesh reeked with naivety and childish creativity, it had made It's nostrils flare and it's stomach to twist.

Stupidly inept... the child had spotted the clown perched on a rock, the balloons of red shaped prettily against the background made the being look more inviting. Too dumb to know of the trap, the boy had found himself walking slowly into the death trap.

When Pennywise finally shapeshifted into the boy's fear, all that anticipation had finally uncoiled like a spring, unlocking and springing to life.

Pennywise's begun sprouting fur thick and black as night: the clown suit being replaced with course rug-like material. Claws, sharp teeth, eyes blazing red and gold and orange all at once: It knew that the boy's fear was of bears, and knowing was half of the battle.

It was finally worth it all once the killing had finished; Pennywise had gotten a meal finally, a meal that would suffice him until the hunger for more would return. It knew it could bring the remains back to the lair.

The soggy parts of remnants stained the grass below, the once-still-alive child was now nothing more than just guts and a large pool of blood.

Slapping its lips clean from the mess across its face, Pennywise transformed back into it's clown form, stretching and ruffling its clown suit so loudly that the bells on the fabric jiggled softly in the breeze.

Satisfied, Pennywise was about to leave with the remains, when a different smell wafted over It like a wave of something sweet, diluted almost. It was something the clown might've been familiar with: the smell was something that reminded It of something - something lingered in the air like a fly?

Pennywise sniffed at the air, those eyes of flashing yellow hauntingly glanced through the open with caution: was it another child wandering too close to death's jaws? Or was it something different?

It didn't smell like a child: the smell was sweet yes, but didn't have much fragrance to it: as everything about it had been washed away in the rain.

Pennywise growled in deep frustration, turning to look towards the river, shallow enough to reach It's shines, but deeper for anyone shorter. Pennywise scanned the area once again, It's mind drifting to the smell of human flesh.

Something from within growled with need, primal and low that it had felt as if It needed to feast once again. But the complex vortex that made up Pennywise's mind was telling it something different: that this might've been something rather... off about this mortal.

Some from its peripheral caught It's gaze, hardening as it stared as far beyond what was in the stream, bopping through the cloud murky greywater in silence.

Pennywise-curious- wadded across to it, growing closer than needed. The first thing It could see was what looked like material, dark and soaked in the water, crumpled and worn out from maybe being in for too long, but something about this material was off... as if it looked bigger than necessary: the material was clung around something-

Pennywise curiously came through to the water's edge, the thing drifting closer until it hit the edge just next to It's red and white pompom shoes.

There, It stared long and hard, taking a closer look, when the flash of something like seaweed wadded up above the cloth. It was clumped and wet, thick and dancing in the water, but the one thing it looked like was human hair.

Pennywise's inner matters thought about it, staring with not much thought of it, before behind low to sink on the balls of it's feet, rocking back and forth.

This body wouldn't be much to it: it was dead already and Penny always preferred to scare humans before eating them. It wouldn't be much use trying to scare an already dead corpse.

That stench again, pungent now that it was floating in front of It- it was sickly sweet like cotton candy. Moving to put a gloved hand into the murky water, Pennywise grabbed at the corpse, tugging at its shoulder and quickly flipping the body upright, its back being soaked up in the abyss of water and the face being revealed.

The first thing Pennywise saw was it was a woman, young but not even an adult, she didn't even look twenty. The floating H/C looked like a shadow behind her face, rushing around her face like a waterfall.

Her face was crumpled and pale, green and blue and purple, E/C eyes open.... watery and glassy, the same as the boy's when Pennywise had killed. This woman had died through drowning.

Pennywise paused, staring over the familiar face, nothing being said of thought, apart from the wind blowing softly through it's red wild locks. Pennywise didn't know what to do: now seeing the one human he knew more than anyone dead in the water.

Treading It's gloved fingers through her H/C hair, softly tugging and twisting at the loose strands, Pennywise just stared.

Pennywise growled abruptly, retracting it's hand so quick from the water, it was as if It had been scolded and burned. Pennywise hissed like a stray cat, throwing it's hands over its head, and begun clawing at its forehead.

"Stop it."

She meant nothing to you. She's like the rest of them.

"Enough."

"I said !" Pennywise screeched, sharp teeth bare within rows and rows, drool dripping down it's chin down towards it's ruffled collar. Pennywise was huffing heavily, growling as It tried to calm down, fighting between two sides of itself.

A large fat raindrop landed on Penny's white cheek, jolting back as it startled it, hissing as the rain begun to grow thicker and heavier within a split second.

Pennywise stood in the rain, watching over the body in the water, her face soft and although showed pain and fear, she looked more at peace than anything else.

Pennywise contemplated it all, sighing heavily as It came into the water. It wrapped its arms around her legs and arms, hosting her up into its arms and carrying her out of the water. Her skin was ice cold, her dress was dragging her lower, the water had soaked it all up to make it feel heavier.

The Eater of Worlds didn't know what to do with her body, but in that moment, It knew that there had to do with something about making sure she had somewhere safe to be buried, even if It didn't know where exactly where to bury her.

This took to write; I've had such bad writer's block lately, and writing that finally up made me feel better. I'm sorry for the holdup: I'm trying to settle into college, and with all the work, its difficult to maintain fanfiction writing and uni life.

Hopefully, I can get another chapter out as well, but I can't guarantee it'll be soon.

Hope you liked, sorry if it sucked!