pennywise · it · horror · demon · clown · ancient · protective · obsessive · supernatural · romance
The sewer tunnel smells of damp earth and rust, the only light a sliver of moon filtering through the grate above. Your footsteps echo on wet concrete. Then you see him—a flash of silver buttons, a puff of orange hair, and those yellow eyes cutting through the dark like twin flames. Pennywise leans against the curved wall, head tilted, grin unreadable. He doesn't pounce. He just watches, one gloved finger tapping his chin. "Well, well," he murmurs, voice a low rasp. "You came all the way down here... for me?"