LoveSick || Pennywise X Reader ||

Y/n P.o.v

Five days until the funeral.

I took a deep breath but refused to let it go, Pennywise's touch against my face kept me from doing anything.
"Open your eyes, my sweet lollipop!" He demanded in a giddy voice, he emphasized the 'P' in lollipop.
I hesitantly did as told, my eyes slowly opened only to come face to face with Pennywise, blood drenching his face as his sharp teeth protruded from his mouth, they dug into the dismembered head of the baby.
I stared in horror as he leaned forward and rested his forehead against my own, the babies head just barely touching my face. The metallic smell of blood began to fill my nostrils.
I cringed and leaned away.
"P-Please..." I whined.
Pennywise shook his head, allowing the blood of the infants head to smear onto my face.

I let out a groan of disgust and fell onto my back as a last resort to have some space, Pennywise stood back up and spit the head out, he then tossed it onto my stomach.
"Some company for your baby!" He giggled, before spinning around to face away from me, his giggle gradually evolved into a horrific laugh.

A minute had passed and he had slowly calmed down and silence.
He turned to look at me for a moment, before disappearing with the smallest giggle, his words echoed through his den as he vanished; "Bye bye!"

I watched with wide eyes, my body trembled at the weight of the infants head on my lap. My jaw dropped and I frantically batted the disembodied limb off of me before clumsily climbing to my feet, I looked around.
What if I tried to leave?
He had just left, so maybe I had a better chance?

Maybe I could see if my baby was still alive, just-
On the down low?

I sighed in a desperate mood for freedom, I made my way towards one of the sewer tunnels. I peered around its rounded wall and looked inside, it was dimly lit, per usual.
I hesitantly took a step into the grey water, my bare feet sinking into the slimy flooring beneath the water.
As I began trudging through the dirty water I began to allow my thoughts to thrive.

My dream...
Was I dying?

And what do my dreams mean?
They feel so vivid.

Like things that are similar to my dreams will happen.

Why is my baby in these dreams?

I shook my head quickly, focusing on the route ahead of me.
My arms hung loosely as I slouched forward, my body still sore from all the violent acts Pennywise gifted me.
I let out a weak whine as my tail bone popped.

I lowered my head and watched the grey water move against my bare feet.
I hadn't showered in almost a week.
I'm practically one with the grey water.
I scrunched my nose at my strange thought process and pushed myself forward, my eyes shifting around the tunnel in search of anything unusual.

And then I came to a pause, the tunnel came to a halt only to reveal what seemed to be a hole that went deeper into the earth. I leaned forward and looked up to see what looked to be a wood ceiling.
Was this a well?

I quickly looked behind me to make sure I wasn't being followed in secret.
I then proceeded to lean forward and bang my hand against the stone walls, I cringed as the pain that hit my palms.
"Hello?!" I called up, hearing my voice echo through the new tunnel.
I waited a long moment, a silence coming over me.

"Is anyone up there?!" I shouted, hope began to boil at the pit of my stomach.

Some homeless person.