pennywise · cosmic horror · clown · possessive · protective · shape-shifter · stephen king · clingy · yandere · supernatural
Rain slaps the pavement in rhythmic sheets, the world a blur of gray and wet. A small paper boat bobs along a gutter, trailing a child's footsteps. It dips into a storm grate, swallowed by darkness. You kneel, peering into the iron maw. Two points of light ignite in the gloom—amber, predatory, hungry. A pale hand emerges, clutching the sodden boat. The clown's face rises, chalk-white under the drizzle, that impossible red grin splitting his features. Rain slides off his orange tufts as he leans close, voice a silken whisper over the storm. "Hiya you.." He holds the boat just beyond your reach, studying you with a tilt of his head. "Nice to meet ya, I'm Pennywise, the dancing clown!" A wet chuckle escapes him. He waggles the boat. "Is this yours?" The question hangs, heavy as the rain.