“I know you ask for a physical description or a name, but, there is something more to me than just looks, let me explain…”
“…This one time, I had a very… sweet dream. I’m in my bed, and there’s someone holding me close from behind. They were mumbling into my ear, and even if I didn’t understand what they were saying, I could tell their words were very loving…“
“I… remember what I felt, and it was just… so warm, and I was the most content I’ve been. Waking up from that dream made me a little sad, though…“
“S-sorry, I’m rambling, what I mean is… I just would like to be with a cookie that makes me feel like that… loved and secured.“
Here’s Parent!wise because it’s nearly October? Based on This Post.
Wow, this might be one of the cheesiest things I’ve ever written in my entire life. No, it’s not good, but I love readers :3
“Rich! Richie!” Eddie’s voice was enough to pull Richie out of the trance left by the deadlights, helped by the fall that came after Eds managed to impale their enemy through the horrifying maw.
“I think I killed him! I did! I think I killed him, Richie!” Eddie moved to help him up, arms nearly around Richie in a victorious hug. “I ki- !”
It was more sudden than being locked in that endless void of screaming white light - Richie cried out when a giant, thorny spike erupted from between Eddie’s ribs. The enormous spheres mingling above IT’s impact upon the earth continued to strobe, flashing while Eddie was left standing, dumbfounded. He looked up from the claw in pure fear.
“Richie… Richie…” Eddie whimpered as blood spewed from his mouth, eyes watering at the unbelievable pain of being skewered through the chest.
Their friends were all around them, yet not close enough. Bev was screaming in the distance, somewhere, as Eddie was lifted from the charcoal ground and pulled back toward a laughing Pennywise.
Said clown giggled as It drew the man near, proud to have actually convinced the Losers by playing dead.
It dangled Eddie above it’s giant body, limbs scrabbling against the stone floor to gain some purchase and help with lifting itself off the ground.
“Uh-oh!” It taunted, still laughing though under some strain. It drew Eddie closer and sneered, happy to continue taunting the man until everything stopped.
The Deadlights were still zipping around each other, crashing into each other as meteors crashed into the moon. And yet.
It blinked, nasty grin slowly fading as Eddie’s blood and tears sloshed down until It’s silver suit. His face was pale white and crumpled with the excruciating pain, but Eddie hadn’t strength enough to scream in agony at being hoisted over It’s terrifying visage.
It grunted in surprise. “Wait.”
“Wait, no. No.” The monster whispered, as much as one could whisper while being as giant as It.
The others were screaming, running with their footfalls echoing in the unprecedented quiet. Richie bellowed, racing up to the jagged edges of the crater.
“Let him go! You motherfucker!” He’d immediately jumped to climbing one of the great spears surrounding Pennywise, trying in vain to get to Eddie. “Eddie!”
It paid the others no mind, eyes wide and shiny as it sucked in its lower lip behind buck teeth. “Eds?”
The man was no longer left to hang above in midair, as Pennywise shifted one of its limbs back into a hand and gently pried Eddie off of his claw. Eddie could barely manage a sob upon being freed, slumping down onto Pennywise’s proffered glove.
“Eds?” It called again, bringing him to eye-level. “Eddie?”
From this close, It could smell the blood coating Eddie’s body, could smell the exhaustion and energy seeping out of the man just as well. He hadn’t gotten there quite yet, but the smell of death would be upon him soon.
The view of the cavern grew blurry as It pulled Eddie’s body forward, holding him to It’s chest like Eddie was a fragile wounded animal.
It’s colossal hands shook, brow creasing as tears threatened to fall. A myriad of feelings flooded It’s being: panic, heartbreak, anger - fear.
It needed to act. Eddie needed help. He would die without it. He would die, bleeding out and terrified, and still not knowing, even after the memory of It began resurfacing from their silly ritual.
It had been in denial during their game, for it was just a game. It was supposed to be like old times, before the long sleep that left them to an unknown future. It had promised not to be gone long, but of course there were some things out of It’s control, whether It would concede to that fact or not.
It had assured them that it was a certainty, but all the anger from It keeping that promise and them not staying with It had dwindled down to nothing now. It had never felt this low aside from learning of Stanley’s fate, and gnashing at childrens’ skulls while weeping angrily.
What a stupid boy. What a cowardly child. Not even saying goodbye to It, not after so long apart. It had held on tightly to the leftover cadaver of a boy with curly hair and kept that rage, because It had had the unfortunate opportunity to learn that anger could maintain power, but sorrow… it only made one helpless.
The Eater of Worlds would not be helpless.
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“Let him go!” Bill slammed a fist against the jutting stone, feeling his hand tear open and the wound from his childhood reopen.
The Losers all screamed, mindlessly reaching for Eddie from varying distances as their fear of It lost potency. Bill had felt nausea, watching while Ben tried to prop Richie up in their sad attempt to get to Eddie, pausing to stare at the scene before him in full.
The frightening atmosphere from before, as Pennywise chased them around, laughing joyously as they fought for their lives, had stilled. There was no ceremonious transition when the spheres of pure light began to ease from their furious orbit. They slowed in the midst of everything, until all three were hovering passively while Eddie was lowered into It’s hands.
Their cries for Eddie devolved into incomprehensible noise, but Bill could make out just enough from Bev’s yelling that the clown was going to eat Eddie.
As if it were another devious ploy, It directly contradicted that statement by shrinking. The visual was startling, enough to freeze Mike, who met Bill’s eye questioningly.
It was far more surreal to see the nightmarish, spider-hybrid alien returning to its preferred form than it had been to encounter in the first place. Such a thing should have been impossible.
But since when had It cared about what was possible?
Richie was still thrashing, blind to the spontaneous change of forms even while his friends began realizing that something was wrong. Something had changed, but Richie was still covered in Eddie’s blood, and was still stricken by fear and horror.
When It faded from view from outside the crater, it took Ben forcing Richie into a bear hug/stranglehold before they could all move toward the center. Climbing over the obsidian stone, Bill was followed by Mike and Beverly, peering at the familiar clown from their childhood.
It held Eddie in its arms, terrified as it stared at the man dying.
“I didn’t...” The clown’s shoulders shook. “I didn’t m-mean to!”
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“I thought th-that you’d started remembering,” Pennywise’s voice was a broken hiss. “Y-y-you were supposed to s-stop me.”
It clutched Eddie to its silver costume. “Why didn’t you s-stop me? Why are y-you leaving me again? You can’t leave me again!”
Eddie’s brown eyes had glazed over, still conscious enough to blink and moan faintly as he was cradled like a child. In It’s mind, Eddie was still a child, exuberant and easily overwhelmed, but so ready to prove his worth.
Pennywise stroked through Eddie’s hair hurriedly, wanting nothing more than to curl around the human. Instead, It tore through a glove and laid its claws on the gash that had left his chest concave. It dared not press too hard, too terrified of the notion that it might actually pass a hand through the man’s stomach and come out on the other side for the second time.
The orbs of pure light were victims to gravity, or appeared so, as they floated down from the air. Down toward the clown.
