Author's Notes:

Okay, this was supposed to be a oneshot but it kept getting longer and longer, so I gave up and make this a proper sequel instead. So in this fic, it's been two years since Penny's resurrected. You're expecting Baby No.2 and must confront not only your own mother but another Devourer as well.

Your mother took the news of you being pregnant…quite well.

Mostly.

"You're pregnant?" your mother's voice shriek from your phone.

"Yes."

"Is this is some kind of joke? It's not funny [Y/N]! If you don't want to visit –"

"No, mom, I am 100% pregnant and expecting. Congrats you're going to be a grandma!"

The silence was long and you swear you could hear your mother's heart beating. Then, she blurts out:

"What – how? You're a hermetical virgin! You don't even date!"

"Well, guess what? Your hermit daughter had started dating and had sex! A lot! And she's pregnant!"

"Whu, what, with who? Is he in the picture?"

"Yes, he is. He's, uh, living with me…and he's a single-dad with a kid I'm adopting." You say quickly with hopes that by saying is as fast as possible, your mother would take the news better.

Your mother's screech was so loud Eggy thought a cat had broken into the house. Pennywise had to leave the room because he was laughing so hard, the dick.

While your mother had hung up from the shock, she had pestered you about your boyfriend and his daughter how did this happen and why did you keep this from your poor old mother? All those questions you had expected and it took you the whole weekend to answer.

After assuring her that no, Penny is not a drug-dealer or your sugar daddy and no, Eggy's mother is not the picture and yes, you're healthy, yada, yada, yada your mother declared that she will be visiting soon to meet your new family and to scold or pamper or preach, you're not sure cause at some point you dissociated. But the thing is your mother is coming to visit and that's final.

You spend the Monday stressing for the upcoming visit. Pennywise kept chuckling at your distress, but promised to be on his best behaviour and teach Eggy to hold on to her human form. You're glad that at least Eggy is able to shapeshift, even though according to Penny she's practically an amoeba in the grand scale of things. Only able to form into a close female form, of her size compared to her father's ability to be anything.

In retaliation Eggy transformed into a bacteria and gave him a cold. Now you get random texts of him moaning about how he's going to die, for real, babe, and it's amazing how their child is so devious and smart and he's so proud.

Eggy, bless your sweet child, is happily photographing sick Penny for reasons.

However, you are worried about the visit. While your mother didn't disown you – like you had imagined during your worst nightmares – you try to think of a backstory for Penny. Some are easy, he's had Eggy with a woman who died and met you and you guys fell in love. He's currently working as a tailor (technically costume maker) where he works from home. He doesn't earn as much as you but this is 2018, Mother, don't judge him.

He doesn't have a family aside from Eggy and you and Baby No.2. Well, technically he does, but we do not mention 'The Reptile Who Shan't Be Named' or that 'Lazy, Cruel, Asshole of a Turtle' or 'Matu-Dick'. He's a guy who likes to clown around but he's serious about you, about Eggy and about the baby. You're also assured that at least he won't bring up the fact that he used to be something like a God or that he terrorized Derry once every twenty-seven years.

But you're going to have to run through him again because Pennywise tend to Pennywise.

Still, you need to think. So instead of driving straight home from work, you take a detour to the Barrens. A place where you'd breathe and think…and also hunt for any random animal because you remembered that Eggy hasn't had one for two days now.

God, what is your life coming to?

Well, nope. No moping, you made that choice and you're going to take it one step at a time.

The air feels cool on your skin, with the sun shining and the air smelling fresh and crispy. You can feel the tendrils of stress unwrapping itself from you.

Yes, your mother is going to visit but you are confident you can persuade her to come around. She's a nice woman and sometimes she's worried about you but she loves you. Also, you're an adult and you can handle a family. You're at that age when you're financially stable and mature enough to tackle whatever comes your way. After all, you survived the Great Penny vs Squirrel vs Human Interaction of 2017. Your mother will be a cinch.

"Yeah. You can do this girl." You say to yourself. Breathing one more time, you turn to see if there's any cats or dogs you can drag back home.

That's when you saw it.

A yellow balloon.

It takes you a while to register what you're seeing. A part of you acknowledge the balloon; yellow and steady, ignoring the wind that's blowing around you. Pennywise used to love sending you them. He liked to call the red balloons, his signature card. You recalled driving home from work or just shopping and out of the corner of your eye, you'd spot it. A singular red balloon, defying its physics as it floats towards you. That's usually a signal that he's about to drop by or simply to fuck with your mind because he thinks it's funny to watch you panic at its sight. He stopped when you finally caved and bought him a phone, but occasionally he does bring them up for shits and giggles.

However, Penny is stripped of his powers, a punishment meted upon him by his brother, Maturin. Since his resurrection any balloons you'd find acted like one. Even the ones he'd blow up for you and pop in your face for kicks.

But this one...this one reminded you of his old balloons. Of Penny's old powers…

Except, that's impossible.

You keep staring at the balloon before slowly, it makes its way towards you. You don't move not out of fear but out of curiosity. Like an odd rubbery lantern, it bobs towards you, tantalizing in its mystery.

Then, just as you're about to touch it, you hear a deep, raspy and extremely familiar laugh. You flinch back, your head whipping around to find the source of that (impossible) laughter, when the balloon explodes.

The pop cracked like thunder and you can barely gasp before hundreds of balloons, yellow, blue and red, surrounds you, blocking your sights. You try to push them aside but it feels like you're drowning in them and that awful laugh crescendos at your panic. The rubber pelts itself against you, even as you batted them away, popping a few in the process.

Suddenly, all of them explodes and you fall on your rear, backing away from everything as colourful confetti showers all over you.

The forest is silent and you're aware that the only sounds you can hear are your breathings as you lay there, your heart pounding loudly in your ribcage.

"What the fuck?"

You hear someone clucking behind you, "Aw, don't be mad [Y/N]! Just thought you'd like a little trip down memory lane."

No, no fucking way.

You spin around and dash backwards, just in time to avoid the voice's hands from grabbing your shoulders.

Gloved hands.

There's that familiar white and red, but its followed by a symphony of colours. Yellow overalls and a colourful vest cover the man, no, the clown, in front of you. But if Penny was thin and tall, this one was shorter and stouter. Unlike the underlying darkness that Penny had in his favourite form, this one seem to emanate a sort of fun, harmlessness. Except, those eyes, those vividly blue eyes hinted something darker…crueller.

No…this isn't your Penny. No, it's something like him and he's staring at you like you're meat.

Shit.

The clown grins widely at your expression as he extends his hand out.

"Hiya, [Y/N], names Pennywise the Dancing Clown! Glad to finally meet you!"

What.

You don't know how long you stared at that palm as your brain tries to process everything. The clown chuckles, not even wavering in his pose. You're too busy sending energy to your brain as it overloads, resets and your mouth start to spew verbal vomit.

"No. Nope. NOPE. Not happening. Uh, uh." You stammer as you stand up, brushing the confetti of your clothes.

"I assure, [Y/N], I'm very real." The clown reply darkly. You know that tone, the one your Penny used whenever you deny reality and by right you should just shut the fuck up but nope. Not happening. Because this whole shit? NOT HAPPENING.

"NO. Not happening. I already fucked one alien demon clown. You're not – NO. You're not real. And I'm, this is a fucking dream. Yeah. A dream. I must have dozed off. Wake up [Y/N], WAKE UP [Y/N]!" you screech as you start to run off. Run away, run away from that thing and go home, get home to your depowered Penny and Eggy and just –

Claws tighten itself around the collar of your shirt and spin you around to face that dream clown. A hysterical laugh escapes your mouth as those claws dig into your cheeks. You try to push away, but the clown wrapped his free arm around your waist and hold you tightly against his chest.

"Uh, uh, uh. Manners [Y/N]. Just cause you got Junior under your thumb, doesn't mean you get to be lippy with me."

You smell the rot on his breath, mingled with blood and cotton candy and you're kicking yourself for even going there because this is all wrong but pain brings you back, reminded you of something like it, a long time ago.

Tears leak from your eyes as those awful claws dig into your cheeks.

"Now, what do we say?" he rasps, his blue eyes piercing you.

"I'm s-sorry." You stammer and as soon as you say it, he releases you.

The clown laughs uproariously before slapping your back. You yelp as he cries, "Ahahahaha, you're too wound up, kiddo! Live a little, why don't ya? Too much stress ain't good for the baby y'know?"

Your baby, fuck, what the hell are you even doing, you should be running! But you know if you do, this thing, this…Pennywise would hunt you down and kill you. Penny and Eggy are too far to help you and you don't want to risk dying.

No. Not now.

So you change tactic, suppress your fears.

"Who…who are you?" you ask and the clown rolls his eyes.

"Told ya toots, I'm Pennywise the Dancing Clown." He replies impatiently.

"Yeah but who are you? Are you like Penny? Like…um, a Devourer?"

For a moment you see his eyes glow eerily as he steps forward, "Yes. I am one of them. You can say I'm his…" he giggles, "…daddy."

…

You don't scream, no, your body had calmly bypassed that procedure, so you only feel that tingly sensation of the world shrinking and your soul quietly detaches itself and ascends to the higher plane of existence.

(Don't worry, baby's there too.)

Penny Senior chuckles and drags you back to reality.

"Ah. I'm just here to visit the brat. Heard he had an offspring and settled down. Had to see it for myself, cause I know the kid. Had to see who this sweet thing is and well, gotta say I'm kinda impressed." He says leering over you.

Anger surges in you as you cross your arms across your chest protectively.

"Yeah, well. If that's all…"

"I was kinda surprised to see you here all the lonesome and reeking of stress, so I thought some balloons would cheer you up." He says and with a wave, he conjures up another balloon. He hands it to you and something inside you melt at the gesture. It reminds you of what Penny would do when you're stressed out or angry. For a creature who thinks humans were too 'emotional', he's quite perceptive of them. But then, you guess, that when you love eating people who are scared out of their wits being able to understand emotions is a must.

Ugh, you're going down that path again. Shaking your head you tug the balloon string before smiling at the man in front of you.

"Thanks Mr. Pennywise."

He pinches your nose between his fingers, "Aw, shucks kiddo, you can call me Bob."

"Okay, thanks Bob."

"You're welcome [Y/N]! Now, let me walk you back to your car. Can't have a pregnant lady walking all alone now." He says, extended the crook of his arm. You don't extend yours because this is getting a bit weird, so you try to make a (polite) excuse to leave.

"Er, it's okay. I can walk, I mean I don't want to bother –"

"Nah, I'm free just for you, sweetheart. Can't have my daughter-in-law getting hurt, now can I?" and without waiting, he hooks your arm into his and nearly drag you back to your car. You're not surprised that he knew where you parked the damn thing. He talks a bit about his life, something to do with dimensions and the universe but you tuned out half way because holy fucking shit.

Penny told you long ago that he was born complete but you had assumed he was like the big-bang, coming from nothing but now you find out there's another one of him and he has a dad and your mind is just too fucking blown to even comprehend what's happening. The only thing you can understand is that while this Penny, no, Bob, has that underlying cruelty, he's more…genial like what you'd expect from a clown.

If not for the whole balloon thing, you would peg him as a clown who got separated from an actual human circus.

Within moments you arrive at your vehicle and without even unlocking it with your keys, he opens your driver's door for you.

"There, all safe and sound." He says, bowing like a gentleman.

Your body moves into the driver's seat, carefully punting the balloon into the backseat. Bob gives you another one over and then claps his hands together with glee.

"Good! Well, I'm glad to meet you [Y/N]!" he exclaims, grinning away. You force a friendly smile onto you face, hoping to keep him happy.

"Nice to meet you too, Bob. I hope I see you around." As soon as you said those words you want to take it back. Goddamn social necessities, you don't actually want to see him again. Maybe, urgh, can't think. Bob's grin grew wider and you wonder if he actually read your fucking mind because, of course you needed that. But if he does, he doesn't allude to it and instead steps back away from your car, closing your door.

"I hope to see you around too! See ya kid!" he says, and with a wave and a loud pop the man vanishes in front of your eyes.

You sit there for a moment in silence, one of your hand waving absently to nothing as you listen to the birds chirping and wind blowing when your crumple onto the steering wheel as the whole event sinks into your skull.

"Fuck. What the fuck?"