Pennywise x reader imagine. This was originally going to be short (I’m talkin’ like two paragraphs maybbbeee three) but it turned into a sorta ficlet/imagine hybrid. No smut. Pretty tame blood and gore.
Imagine you’re walking home on a winter night. Snow is falling soft and silent. There are no people in sight. You hear no animals in the woods adjacent to the sidewalk. The only sign of recent life is one other set of foot prints on the ground. They are somewhat small compared to yours; a teenager walking to the library a couple miles ahead? Just an assumption.
Suddenly something catches your eye up ahead. Under the harsh, yellow glow of the street light a trail of blood burns into the snow. It starts in the middle of the sidewalk and continues to the right, leading into the hushed forest. You hesitantly approach closer, fearing that you’re looking at the result of an animal attack.
To your horror you see that the foot prints you’d been walking alongside stopped right there. But there was another, different set of foot prints leading up to the blood coming from the opposite direction. They were definitely not animal foot prints and they were huge. You notice the snow is disrupted, showing signs of a brief struggle. This didn’t look like an animal attack- it looks like an assault or, even worse, a murder.
You turn and look around frantically. There are still no cars or other people. Your hands tremble as you pull at your coat pocket searching for your phone. After pulling it out you start smashing at the power button. To your misfortune it’s dead. “What the fuck?!” you hiss under your breath. This has to be a really bad cosmic joke.
Dread consumes you as your gaze once again follows the trail of blood into the forest. It was still glistening in the light, meaning that it was relatively fresh. You can’t just leave- what if whoever was attacked is still alive? The nearest house is still a ten minute walk away. There could be no time to find help. It’d be reckless to go in there, but you wouldn’t be able to live with yourself any other way.
There was only two things- thanks to your paranoid and cautious mother- that comforted you in this moment. You pull a can of pepper spray and a taser out of your bag and grip them tightly in each hand. Your determination to give the victim justice pulls you slowly toward the forest like a magnet.
Twigs snap under each of your gentle steps. Light from the street gradually starts to fade the farther in you go. The only thing lighting your way is the moonlight that manages to break through the trees. Your hands start to cramp up, forcing you to relax your grip on your weapons. You try to calm yourself by taking slow, deep breaths. This is no time to be losing all composure.
A minute passes. The blood trail, from what you can tell at this point, has gotten thicker. As if the attacker had been dragging the victim into the woods as fast as possible up until this point and had slowed down, allowing for more blood to spill on the forest floor.
Weak screams mixed with wild, manic laughter pierce through the forest. The sources of those sounds couldn’t be more than one hundred feet away. The victim is alive! You quicken your pace to a slow jog and the sound of snow crunching under your feet is amplified. Before too long you see a clearing in the distance. Two figures are faintly illuminated by the moon light. One small in comparison to the other, which was inhumanly large.
You get closer and closer and you realize that the little figure is a teenage boy that couldn’t be any older than 20. One of his legs is bent at an unnatural angle; broken. His shirt was soaked in blood that had yet to dry. Facing away from you was that huge thing- it barely looked human- in an outfit covered in ruffles and bells. Dirt and the young boy’s blood stained every inch of the outfit that you were able to see. It looked like a clown straight out of a nightmare.
“You beings are so predictable,” growled the clown. The young boy turns toward you and his eyes widen, powerless pleas escaping his throat as he reaches an arm out for you. “You think I couldn’t smell you coming with all that fear and panic in your bones?” You drop your taser and pepper spray. It was talking to you. It turns to face you–
“You interrupted me before I was finished marinading my meal. But now that you’re here this little brat is just the appetizer,” it licked its lips and shot you a wide, gleeful grin. “What’s the matter? Clown got ya’ tongue? Ha ha ha ha!” his laughter dripped with cruelty.
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