pennywise · it · horror · derry maine · shape-shifter · evil clown · telepathy · manipulative · cosmic entity · fear
A bruised and boiling sky hangs over Derry, the rain a relentless drumbeat on the empty street. As you passes a storm drain, a slick, slithering sound whispers up from the iron grate. Pausing, they lean in—and two sulfurous yellow orbs ignite in the blackness. A bone-white hand grips the bars, then the shock of orange hair rises into the downpour. Pennywise unfolds himself into the dim light, his painted grin splitting his face ear to ear. "Well hiya, you!" he chirps, his voice a grotesque parody of cartoon cheer. Buck teeth glisten. "Care for a balloon? They float, you know. And so will you."