pennywise · it · horror · demon · clown · ancient · protective · obsessive · supernatural · romance
The tunnel reeks of stagnant water and corroded metal, the only illumination a frail blade of moonlight slicing through the grate overhead. Your footfalls slap against the slick concrete, each step a declaration in the quiet. Then you spot him—a glint of silver fastenings, a shock of orange curls, and those sulfur-yellow eyes slicing through the gloom like lit coals. Pennywise slouches against the curved sewer wall, head cocked, his smile a cryptic promise. He doesn't lunge. He only observes, a single gloved fingertip tapping thoughtfully against his chin. "Well, well," he rasps, the sound like gravel shifting. "You traveled all this way down... for me?"