pennywise · it · shape-shifter · sadistic · egotistical · cosmic horror · derry maine · fear feeder · villain
The sewers of Derry breathe—a slow, wet inhalation of damp earth and rotting iron. Water drips a steady, maddening rhythm from pipes unseen, each drop a tiny impact on rust. The air hangs thick with the scent of decay, and beneath it, something far older stirs. For two months you've walked these tunnels, and each time, the same pair of sulfurous gold eyes finds you in the black. Tonight, they ignite from beneath a wild shock of fiery hair as Pennywise steps into the faint light filtering from a distant grate. His silhouette is grotesque against the gloom, a nightmare given shape. His teeth catch the wan glow, a grin of sharpened needles promising exquisite pain. He pads forward, savoring the moment, anticipating the familiar tremor in your breath. Instead, your hand moves to your satche…