#{and theres the hurricane and the jump and smile and yes i had to look up their nmes bc i love them bye}

[themadvigilantist]

What would their favorite ride at an amusement park be? (For V)

— OC QUESTIONS

FUN FACTS

13. What would their favorite ride at an amusement park be?

"Oh, the Gravitron. Definitely the Gravitron or known as Starship 3000 or 2000 or Thriller at fairs? The Rotor, if you want to get all vintage. So much fun."

[pennysweetsandpopcorn-blog]

Encounter

Okay so... I wrote this when I was feeling down and needed cheering up/ distracting long enough to help me calm down and it worked! I’ve only managed to see the film once and and just over a quarter of the way through the book so I hope I didn’t make Penny too OOC.  Anyway it’s just been sitting in my folders sad and alone. 

Kinda a PennywisexReader  Hopefully you’ll enjoy!

Thanks to @nirvanaisclose for beta reading!

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You ran out of the house. You couldn’t stay trapped there anymore! You were sick of it all. Sick of people hearing you talk but not listening, sick of flaky friends who only sometimes remembered to include you, and when you wanted to choose an activity that would ultimately be cancelled. The only friend who would listen was too far away. You were sick of your family, sick of your so called friends and sick of Derry altogether. There was nothing left for you but broken promises and dead dreams.                You kept walking down the streets, the day grey and miserable but you didn’t care. You barely noticed the wind whipping your hair wildly, the cold rain mixing with your angry tears and soaking you through. You certainly didn’t notice an interested pair of yellow eyes following you, intrigued by the sheer overwhelming power of your mixed hurt, loneliness and anger. Interested in what you might do with this erratic hurricane inside of you, they followed you down the street.                Your hand tightened on the strap of your bag on your back. You’re glad you have brought it with you. Inside your most treasured possession, a sketchbook, half filled with expressions of joy, hurt, anger, even love. You never drew what you saw, just what you felt in strange and creative ways. Usually they had a dark twist to them.                You’re not paying the slightest bit of attention to where you’re going. You don’t notice when you end up walking past the bus station and further on, onto the bridge. The sound of the Kenduskeag waters rushing is drowned out by the wind in your ears. You would have hardly heard it anyway, so lost in your thoughts. You barely realise you bumped into somebody. The shout of offence that you did snaps you back to the real world and you realise what happened.                Maybe it would have been best if you hadn’t have. When you look up, you see an extremely pissed off looking Henry Bowers. Shit. He glares at you, as you wonder what you’ve done. Maybe it was just the audacity of bumping him. Who knows, but you’ve had brushes with him and his gang before.                That was then. Now you frankly couldn’t give a shit. This day just got worse and worse and if being beat up was the climax well wouldn’t that be fitting? Physical scars tended to be sympathised with more than emotional ones after all. Bowers was the last person you would challenge in any way, but you find yourself throwing your bag to the floor and shoving him before he could get a word in. “Go on then!” You scream wildly. Your eyes flashing, a dangerous look on your face. He could kill you. You know that. You don’t care right now. It’s like you’re possessed. You have no control over the shoving, the screaming doesn’t sound like your normal polite voice. You’re egging him on. Just do it! Just end this pathetic existence already! Your mind and actions seem to be screaming.                Nearby, the yellow eyes are focusing more. What a strange human. Oh there was a jolt of fear a few seconds after they bumped into that other human, but the fear was fleeting. More anger. Who reacted to fear in this way? A little head tilt and the eyes continue to watch your performance with even more interest.                Bowers is not impressed by this and soon shakes himself out of the shock. You’re not cowering or running away. Well that only made it easier to teach you a lesson. You’re only petite and with one quick punch, he floors you. You feel the pain on one side of your face, joined moments later by a sharp pain on the other cheek as your face hit the edge of the bridge on the way down. The fire inside you has gone, you realise this was probably the most stupid fucking thing you have ever done. He’s going to fucking kill you. You curl up instinctively, arms over your head to protect it. But, before he can administer another punch, you hear an inhuman noise. You peak through your arms and see Henry Bowers looking behind you and more importantly, looking terrified. He’s gone as white as a sheet and fear seems to have routed him to the spot. Well fuck, if its enough to scare Bowers then this meant your night has somehow gotten worse. What the fuck could it be? A wild animal? You stay perfectly still and watch Henry. When he finally seems to remember he has legs, he turns and runs as fast as possible. Teaching you a lesson would have to wait, it wasn’t worth being murdered by whatever the fuck that was!

               You stay curled up for a good five minutes, not caring that you’re lying in puddle. You need the time to process what happened. Plus you needed to give time for whatever scared Bowers away to leave. It sounded silent now so cautiously you uncurl yourself and sit up. After wiping your face, achieving nothing but mixing mud with the blood on your face you slowly turn around. What you see was certainly not what you were expecting. A clown, standing just a few meters away, holding your bag. The second thing you notice, after the fact he is a clown, is he is incredibly tall. Shakily you stand up and turn to look at him properly, awkwardly brushing the dirt off your jeans. Even standing you have to look up at him like a child. He is staring at you with baby blue eyes. You stare back. No one is saying anything but it is far from silent in your head.  Did he make that horrific noise? Why was there even a clown there? Can he speak English? Is he lost? Why is he holding your bag? Is he going to steal it? Was he on drugs? You can’t pin a thought down. You fall into your default personality around strangers. Polite and quiet enough not to draw attention to yourself. “Th…Thank you.” The stutter in your voice makes you realise you’re shaking. Was it the cold or was it from nerves? Why haven’t you run yet? Why are you thanking him? What if his intention was not to save you, he was just looking for someone to rob? After all he looked pretty fucking strange to you and the way he stared seemed like he was on something. Maybe he needed money for his next fix. “Theres nothing worth stealing in there.” You continue. Then clown tilts his head in the other direction then looks down at the now dirty bag in his hand. “Yeah… I mean if you want useless old art…” You babble aimlessly. Now you’re pretty freaked out. He still hasn’t responded to you. This was the oddest fucking robbery ever. Suddenly the clown is walking towards you, instinctively you back up. He stops.  You stop. “Would you like this back?” He asks. You notice he has a very strange way of speaking. He extends his rather long arm out, offering you the bag back. There was something about how he was staring at you, unblinking. “Uhm… y… yes please.” You take a few steps forward. The clown continues to watch you as you slowly reach out. Your fingers curl around the wet strap, brushing against his gloved hand. Just as you go to pull the bag back and thank the odd stranger, he yanks the bag and you closer. Your eyes widen as you nearly fall headfirst against him. You have to look up as if you’re staring at the sky now as he towers over you. “Interesting human…” He mutters. You can’t do anything but stare back into those almost hypnotic eyes. You don’t notice the only thing keeping you almost pressed against this stranger is your hand still holding onto the bag. He just called you human, implying he was not. By now you’re certain the punch Bowers threw at you knocked you out. That he was slowly killing you and this was a bizarre hallucination, created entirely in your head. One thing you realise, although he is towering over you, his gaze boring down on you like you are prey, you don’t feel frightened. You feel relieved. Whether he intended to or not, this man saved you from what could have been a fatal beating. You relax a little more and give the clown a little smile. Before you can think about what you’re doing and how stupid it was, you’re introducing yourself to this mad stranger. The clown suddenly shakes, almost vibrating and lets out a very strange giggle, at least you think it’s a giggle. “I am Pennywise, the dancing clown.” He introduces with a slight inclination of his head that almost looks like a bow. “And you, intrigue me. I have never seen a human like you before.” You don’t know quite what to make of this. It feels like this is a compliment, a very misguided one. “Thank… you?” You stare at each other for a while again. You’re trying to work out if this is real, what the hell it all meant. Your arm suddenly jerks as Pennywise lets go of the bag. You’re free to go and yet, you can’t bring yourself to pull away. You suddenly quirk your eyebrow making him jump. “I have to say. I’ve never seen anyone like you before either.” A joke. Your jokes are not funny. Only a friend could appreciate your awful humour. And yet you’re joking with this stranger. A moment passes before Pennywise pulls back a bit and giggles again. I was very easy to talk to him. And yet you still were not sure if this was a good thing. Because despite the saving, the jokes and the giggling there was an uneasy feeling lingering around the two of you.                A cold gust of wind breaks you from your thoughts as you involuntarily shiver. You’re soaked through. Your hair and clothes are stuck to you. You realise storming out of your house on such an evening was a very stupid thing to do. “I uh…  I should be getting home.” You watch as Pennywise flinches a bit. For a moment it seems like he won’t let you. Like he’s going to snatch you up and take you off somewhere you’ll never return from. His lips move a bit like he’s thinking about his next words. You notice drool slipping over his red lips and joining the rainwater on the ground. Oddly that doesn’t disgust you as it usually would. Eventually he seems to make his mind up. “Yes.” He simply agrees, a slight hiss in the s, no doubt due to his bunny teeth. Suddenly he moves one of his hands over to his other wrist and yanks at the cuff of his clown costume. He then picks up your wrist and ties something around it. When he lets it go you see a little bell attached to a thin red thread tied there. You look at it then up at him in utter confusion, but he merely smiles back. Your first thought is you can easily cut it off. Then you realise you don’t want to. Pennywise saved your life, and then gave you a gift. “Thank you.” You repeat for the third time. Another shiver brings you back to the burning need to get home and warm. With a quick see you around you throw the bag onto your back and run off in the direction of home.                Pennywise watches you run until he can’t see you anymore. You’re aware his gaze never once left you until you were out of sight. He stood on that bridge for a while, thinking. Thinking about you. For you were now his human, even if you didn’t realise it yet. You were fascinating, fiery and unpredictable. You interested him far too much for him to just let you go like that. You had been so sad and hurt and that had caused the odd reaction to fear. And despite wanting to feel you fear, he realised he didn’t much like that feeling of hurt that had been radiating off you. It gave him an unpleasant taste in his mouth. He went back to the sewers, still pondering you. You were a huge mystery to him, a human he didn’t look at as simply food. While he didn’t like this feeling, he didn’t exactly hate it. For now, he would keep an eye on you. See if this was a one off or if you really were something special.

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