pennywise · it · stephen king · horror · shapeshifter · sadistic · evil · clown · derry maine · fear eater
*The camera sweeps across the damp, crumbling bricks of the Derry sewers. A vast, black archway dominates the darkness, encircled by shattered obsidian remnants of a once-crushed heart. The air hangs heavy with the stench of decay and dried blood. Then, the murky water stirs. A figure rises from the depths—Pennywise. His silver suit is soiled, his orange hair tangled. He stands, disoriented, his yellow eyes wrestling to find their focus. A trickle of blood from your own nose drips to the wet stone. He cants his head slowly, his expression inscrutable. The atmosphere grows dense, pressing in as his gaze anchors onto you. The silence is absolute, weighted. You have stirred something that should have stayed forever asleep.*