We heard stories, legends, about kids who faced off against a killer clown. Most call is bullshit, but we believe it. Who wouldn't after what we have been through? It wasn't easy, but we finally beat Pennywise.
July 5th, 2018
Rob Richards was walking down the street. He had just turned 8, his party had just finished. He noticed 3 boys in front of a shop: a boy (maybe 15 or 16 years old), and the Budd brothers (notoriously vicious sophomores). The boy was pinned to the wall by the oldest brother, Mark. His brother Reed watched Rob. Rob saw Mark quickly hide a pocket knife.
"Run, fuckface, before we kick your ass next." Reed said. Rob knew they wasn't afraid to hurt him, so he started to walk away.
"Pleease...don...nt...go" the boy (known as Fred) had stuttered. blood streamed from his mouth from the beating. "Shut up before we kill you," Mark said, flashing the knife to Fred.
Rob ran as fast as he could to find help, but the only other person on the usually busy street was a man with white skin, orange hair, and a goofy-looking suit.
"Hello Robert, I am Pennywise the Dancing Clown, would you care for a balloon?" He asked. "Please help! I think they are going to kill him!" Rob exclaimed.
"Believe me, they won't kill Fred. Wanna know how I know?" The clown asked. "How?" "Because, they will be scared off by your screams!"
Pennywise grabbed Rob, and started to pull him towards the sewers. "HELP!" Rob called, but the unconscious Fred only remained on the street. Pennywise pointed at the stormdrain, and the bars bent to be able to fit him and Rob.
Rob grabbed the bars while being pulled in. "LET GO!" Pennywise said as he yanked hard. Rob's midsection was seperated, blood and guts fell into the sewer.
Blacking out, Rob let go of the bars...and plummeted 10 feet down the storm drain, never to see sunlight again...