You Won't Float{Pennywise x Reader}[idk, alternate ending?]

Chapter 1

Quick note-

So basically this takes place after the 'sex scene' that I didn't want to write. Just ignore everything after chapter 13 or 14 and read this book instead.

Also, (Y/N) is going to be much smarter((idk, maybe))and your brother's name is still Barney. Fight me. IRL. Everything is also told in third person POV unless said other wise.

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(Y/N) woke up with a start, gasping as she sat up and looked around. Her bra laid on the ground a little ways away from her. Everything hurt. Everything ached. She sat up and groaned. Her back was sore and hurt like a bitch. She looked around with wide, scared eyes.

That... Thing.. Laid next to her. That disgusting clown. Sleeping? Possibly. She started to move, not wanting to wake him. She felt so.. Disgusting. Dirty and gross, sticky.. It was horrible.

(Y/N) quickly grabbed her bra put it on, before looking around again. It was so dark, she could barely even see. Everything was clouded with this gross, hazy appearance. Like it was foggy. In the sewers? How unnatural..

She quietly walked around, looking along the floor until she found a pile of cloth. Her clothes. She slowly and carefully put them on, immediately feeling better, warmer.. More comfortable.

While (Y/N) was enjoying her new found joy in wearing clothes again, Pennywise the bitch ass clown started to wake up. His eyes, now a ferocious amber color rather than baby blue, glowed angrily as he sat up and looked around. He was like a feral animal, with an inhuman hunger and a furious glare.

The young woman whom he was lusting after, the poor soul who had unwittingly met him at a sewer, was unaware of his awakening. She laughed quietly, before looking towards the way she had come in. If she was quick enough, she could leave without disturbing him..

She slowly walked towards the exit, her feet dirty and disgusting, her clothes covered in ungodly stains, her hair matted and greasy. She was a mess. A sad, gross mess. But if she was fast enough, smart enough, brave enough, she could make a break for it.

(Y/N) took a deep breath and looked back to make sure IT was still asleep. He was gone. Her eyes went wide. She frantically looked around, only to see the dark shadows of the sewer. Her instincts told her to run, but the logical option would be to move slow and hide when necessary. She took deep breaths and quietly, quickly moved away from where she had been laying.

She soon smiled, realizing she was making noticeable progress, until she bumped into something. "Please be a wall.." she whispered, immediately tensing up.

Silence. All she could hear was her own labored breathing and the occasional drip of water. She pressed against whatever she had ran into. Just a wall. She sighed in relief, and kept going, staying against the wall.

(Y/N) soon noticed a dim light up ahead. She smiled and happily started to walk towards it, before stopping.

Footsteps. Not behind her, and not from in front of her. Both directions. Footsteps from both directions. They were simultaneously getting closer. Her heart dropped as the light up ahead started to become dimmer, and dimmer, and dimmer..

She looked around and noticed a red balloon floating towards her. It did nothing. Nothing happened. The footsteps stopped as the balloon came closer. She stared at it with skepticism, not trusting anything it represented. It was a threat.

Silence. So much silence. She didn't hear anything, and could barely even see. And, without hesitation, she broke into a run. As far as she could, towards the light. Towards freedom.

She came to the sewer grate that an unfortunate little boy had died at. Quickly, almost silently, she shoved herself through and climbed out. Her body ached, her heart raced and pounded as she crawled into the golden sunset light. Fresh air. The beautiful blue sky welcomed her. She cried out as she stood up and ran across the street from the sewer.

And, with that, she was running home.

A pair of glowing amber eyes watched her. Savage anger and hunger showed in those eyes. He growled lowly as she faded into the distance. The golden light soon stained the sky with shades of purple and pink. He still watched. She was gone. Escaped. Free.

His inhuman hunger tugged at him. He didn't move, didn't speak, and barely breathed.

She'll be back.