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

Chapter 4

(Y/N) squeaked in surprise, jumping back a bit. Must just be some weird Derry tradition she had forgotten about. Of course it would startle her!

She yawned and stepped back from the door, looking around the room again. She didn't think much of the balloon, and walked towards the bed. She flopped down, and promptly fell asleep.

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The next morning, (Y/N) woke up, stretching and yawning quietly. She got up out of bed, and walked towards her bag to get a new set of clothes. She decided on wearing a pair of skinny jeans and a long sleeve black shirt with golden stars on it.

With a smile, and the note in her back pocket, she grabbed her phone and wallet before heading out for the day. The balloon was no longer in front of her door.

She skipped down the hall, trying to remember if there was any good restaurants nearby. (Y/N) soon started to fall into her own thoughts as she walked out of the hotel and down the sidewalk. A lot of people were already out. They must've been getting ready for the festival.

"Oh, I don't remember there ever being a festival.." (Y/N) said softly, looking around. She ran her fingers through her hair, realizing that she never brushed it when she woke up. She just hoped no one cared about how messy it might've looked..

While lost in her thoughts, (Y/N) bumped into someone. She stumbled back a bit, looking up with a slightly audible gasp while immediately starting to apologize. She froze.

The person she had ran into was a man, about six and half feet tall with short chocolate brown hair and pale blue eyes. A sweet, kind smile was on his face, and a caring glint was in his lovely blue eyes. He was wearing a brown leather jacket over a plain black t-shirt, jeans, and a pair of black running shoes.((BILL SKARSGARD-))

(Y/N) stood there as the man awkwardly put his hands in his jacket pockets. He was utterly adorable..

"Um.. Are you alright, (Y/N)?" he asked suddenly, snapping her out of her thoughts. Wait, he knows my name? She seemed a bit alarmed, stepping back. He suddenly laughed quietly, covering his mouth as if to hide it. "What? I'm a fan! Of course I know your name!" he said, holding up his hands defensively.

She stood there, eyeing him suspiciously. His smile faltered slightly, before he cleared his throat and held out his hand. "I'm Bob Gray.. I believe I wrote you a letter about visiting Derry again..?" he asked quietly, while (Y/N) took his hand in an awkward hand shake.

They stared at each other for a few moments, before (Y/N) gasped and smiled. "Oh, that was you?" she asked, reaching into her pocket and pulling out the note. This is so weird..

She read the note again then looked up at him. "Well, you have some really nice handwriting." she said with a small smile. He nodded, a light blush on his face. "Oh, thanks!" he said, giggling softly. "You don't remember me, do you..?"

She froze. I know him? From where? School? perhaps.. It had been a while..

(Y/N) thought for a moment, trying to figure out where she may have seen him before. He was utterly gorgeous and adorable, so it shouldn't be too hard to remember where she had seen him before.

Bob cleared his throat, staring at her intently. "We met at one of your meet and greets last year. We had quite the talk.. But.. If you don't remember, I guess that would make sense.." he muttered, sounding disappointed and upset. (Y/N) gasped, shaking her head. "No, no, I'm sorry! It's just.. I have so many fans, it's hard to remember EVERYONE, you know..?" She laughed awkwardly, feeling terrible.

Time seemed to freeze as they stood in silence. "Well, it's alright then. Um.. Why don't we.. Keep walking..? Maybe stop by the festival..?" he asked, fidgeting. There was a slight pout on his face, making (Y/N)'s heart flutter.

"Alright, let's walk then."