Just a Clown

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[asillyclown]

The children laugh and chatter, dressed in their many outfits. Witches, Goblins, Devils and undead, even a few clowns.

It has seen them all before. What it likes most about the season is how easy they are to grab. With so many brats lining the streets, it scoops them into its home like a bear picking fish from a stream.

This year will be no different. The monster grins to itself, teeth extended and dripping with excitement.

Come join the clown.

[asillyclown]

Have you ever thought of having a mate? If so, would it be a being like you or a human?

"it would undoubtedly be like me."

Its eyes roll back into its head, and it gives a dramatic sigh, "humans are far too... feeble. And tasty. Better a meal than a mate."

[asillyclown]

Ok. How you react if you had a protector of worlds? Like they protect the worlds from you but then start to fall for you?

It stares for a while, "I would eat them."

And then, realizing your implication, it recoils in disgust, "I would never mate with a creature like that vile turtle. Filth!'

[asillyclown]

*uses Google maps while not looking where I’m going* *bumps into Pennywise* O-Oh- I was um, looking for the Macy’s?

"And I was looking for food."

A smile. A flash of teeth. This is the end for you, dear anon.

[asillyclown]

IVE MISSED YOU SO MUCH PLEASE COME BACK TO THEATERS🤲🏻🤲🏻

"I have always been here, beneath your very feet. Come down to the sewers."

It can't control the drool that slides down its powdered skin, "I have been...so lonely without you."

[asillyclown]

Yeah well, maybe I don't want to have crossed your mind.

"oh," it giggles, red lips stretched wide over rows of bladed teeth, "do not lie to Pennywise. I can smell it, I can taste it."

Its eye darken. "What you want is so very clear."

[asillyclown]

Well. You are tall and uh terrifying somewhat. But question. Since your spider like form is around 15-16 feet tall. Does it ever hurt to shapeshift?

"No. No more than any other shape I take to induce human fear." It bends forward, down to your level with a mocking smile. "I am the Deadlights, what you see before you is merely window dressing," a hand shoots out to grab your face.

It pauses, then delicately slides a clawed finger through your hair, "do I frighten you, little one?"

[asillyclown]

Which emotion tastes the worst to you?

"Love."

[asillyclown]

*blinking* Well. Its a good day to die a glorious death :)

It smirks. "How true, it's always a good day to satisfy my hunger, tasty little creature."

[asillyclown]

Why do you like the taste of fear over other strong human emotion like anger or joy?

"It is the only taste that pleases me. The others are bland. Outright bitter on my tongue."

The creatures leans back on its hoard, lips dripping, "anger, jealousy....lust."

Its voice deepens, "perhaps some feelings have their uses. They are less distasteful."

[asillyclown]

Weird, I was just thinking about you the other day.

"How sad. You've never crossed my mind." Amusement flitters across its gold stare.

"I was wondering how long it would take to eat a human inch by inch, and how many times they might pass out as I did so." It smiles. "then I remembered."

[asillyclown]

Hiya! Do you per chance know about your cult following? Oops, I mean-- fans?

"Those silly things? Yes," it purrs "I listen to the mewling, crying out for my favor and attention." The final word clicks on it's tongue with distaste.

It gives an impassive stare, before its face break out into a jagged grin, "perhaps someday I will give them what they want."

[asillyclown]

Do you seek to have a mate? Someone who truly understands you? I mean, if you were given the opportunity of meeting them and were told they're going to be devoted to you forever, and keep you satisfied, would you take it?

"I need no one, no mate, no offspring."

The clown dipped its head, staring at the reflection of its form in the dark sewer water. Its eyes shone back at itself, and Pennywise frowned.

"Even if I were to want such a thing, that would not be possible. There are none like me."

[asillyclown]

what are you afraid of?

"Nothing." The creature spat, eyes growing red at the edges, fury at your assumption it would feel such a human emotion.

The monster brooded. The closest, perhaps, was the weak, disgusting feeling that it might go without. That its unending hunger might swallow it whole. Its very lights extinguished, by the emptiness engulfing it.

Perhaps this feeling could extend to other thoughts, but the creature would not entertain them.

It glowered. It wasn't fear, it was simply concern.

[asillyclown]

It remembers the day it arrived on this dirt like planet, the stars shooting by as it fell upon the earth like a burning sun. The creatures who had flee, strange lesser things whose taste was bland and unfavourable.

The humans had come, after many more rests and infinite years of waiting, its teeth long and wet and hungry. Their flavoured flesh eclipsed all it had ever known, and its hunger seemed to only grow more ravenous.

So now, alongside its favorite meal, this place truly does belongs to it.

[asillyclown]

A sound reverberates through the tunnels, the tiny whimpers of a child lost inside the metal maze.

Pennywise licks its lips, raises its head to track the sound. Its red nose twitches. The cries echoe in soft, frightened waves that bring a pleased sound from the creatures mouth. The sweet taste almost draws it to its feet, but Pennywise waits.

Sometimes a meal that brings itself to your door is the best kind.

[asillyclown]

It is hungry. The sewers are empty. Bones sucked dry of blood and muscle, little bodies turned to dust.

Where are its old friends? Billy, Eddie, Bevy, Sta-

Oh. It giggles. Perhaps not him.

How much it longs to taste their fears once again. To have its f a v o u r i t e little buddies here. To play. A playdate. To feast.

Would they dare?