“Being Human”- Bob Gray/Pennywise x reader (Part 1?)
When I’d stormed into the house on Neibolt street, I never expected this to happen. But now, as I watched the annoyingly adorable man sleeping in my bed, my thoughts trailed back to this morning
I repeated the chant in a language I did not know, and I knew I could not stop.
IT, who had taken the form of the clown, was now floating about ten feet in the air, IT’s eyes and mouth glowing a horribly blinding orange. I remebered the stories of the deadlights, and quickly cast my gaze to the ground as I continued chanting.
The reflection I could see of the orange lights seemed to cool to an icy blue, then it faded to darkness. There was an almost deafening *POP* and something crashed down to the ground. Hard.
I stopped chanting, sure that I’d killed it. Grabbing my phone from my pocket, I flicked on the light.
At first, the light cast on only stone, and old toys. After a moment, it landed on something. Underneath what looked like a GIANT popped red balloon, something was there. Something that was twitching...and...groaning?
Cautiously, I made my way over to the thing. It looked like there was someone under it.
No...no no no no NO! I’d been so sure! I had KILLED IT. I saw those stupid fucking lights DIE!
“What the fuck?!” I muttered. I kicked the mass of red latex.
“OW!” It groaned in protest.
The shredded balloon then moved and a face peeked out from under it. A very human looking face. But, before I got a good look, the mess of red wavy hair and pale skin screamed bloody murder.
The man screamed, backing away like a frightened child would from a monster. He scrambled until his back hit the wall of the cavern. His chest heaved as his eyes darted around frantically.
“I- I can’t feel the- the Deadlights- I- I need them- I can’t- what did- YOU.” He rambled frantically, his eyes flicking to me. “You...YOU DID THIS! WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME YOU HORRIBLE, FILTHY LITTLE CHILD?!”
“I don’t even know! I just found that chant written in an old Native American book! I thought it would KILL YOU!” I shot back.
He paused for a moment, his nose twitching. He then looked as if he were about to faint, resting his head in his hands.
“I can’t even sense the town above us. I can’t sense the life forms, or hear them. I can’t even sense the exstistential fear of death comsuming them slowly day by day anymore...”He muttered.
“Did you seperate me from my power COMPLETELY?!!” He asked.
“I think I may have...” I began. “The book said that the chant would kill the source of your evil...”
He looked so afraid. In the dim lights of the sewer, he looked like a lost child. I almost felt bad for him.
“I have to... I can’t...” he stumbled forward, swaying as if he were going to faint.
“Woah..” I gasped as I rushed over to keep him from falling. I draped his arm over my shoulder, praying he didn’t lose consciousness and crush me. He was still so damn tall.
“I think... I think I need to lie down... for a bit...” he mumbled.
“I need to gst you somewhere safe first. I think you’re sick from that whole ordeal...” I said back, ushering him out the way I came in.
“Why?” He asked. “Why not just leave me to die?”
“Because... I care about life. All life has value. Even the life of a demon clown.” I quipped back.
Luckily we weren’t too far into the depths of the sewer, so I found my way out fairly quickly.
About five minutes later, I unlocked the door to my apartment as the babbling ginger got more dilerious.
“Bobby does it for a dime, Bobby does it any time. Fifteen cents for ove-“
I cut him off by shoving him inside. He once again swayed dangerously as I shut the door and locked it.
“That was rude. I am very tired. And cold. Is it cold in here to you?” He rambled.
I rolled my eyes, gently pushing him forward to my room.
“You’re real annoying sometimes. You know that, right?” I muttered to myself.
I pointed to my bed, ushering him over to it.
“Lay. Here. Go to sleep.” I ordered.
“I don’t feel so good...” he chattered on dileriously.
“I know. Which is why you need to sleep.” I said back.
“You’re bossy.” He murmured, finally getting under the blankets.
“Yeah yeah.” I said, rolling my eyes again. “Tell me that when you’re feeling better and want to kill me again.”
So now I was stuck with a powerless ex demon who had nowhere to go and was probably deathly ill. What could possibly go wrong?
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