Disclaimer: I do not own the characters from the book/movie IT, although I wish I owned my dearest Penny. The only person I own is my oc, Alicia. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy! I haven't written anything in a long time so I hope my story telling isn't too terrible.
June 2nd 1988, it was a peaceful night in the infamous town of Derry. The pitch black new moon hid in the sky, the only savior from complete darkness were the streetlights. Although it shouldn't have mattered, curfew was 7pm and it was currently 9:23pm which meant everyone should be in their homes. Safe from whatever horror seemed to lurk in the otherwise plain and uninteresting town. The same could not be said for Alicia Denbrough, a pretty little thing that had just graduated high school this year. However that didn't stop her from hitting the books as she walked home with a stack of books and papers in her arms, piled so high she could barely see where she was going.
Her appearance was nothing special, albeit a little odd, in fact that Bowers kid loved to tease her because of how she dressed. It was an understatement when she said she loved black, you didn't even have to ask her to confirm it was her favorite color. She had on a fairly plain t-shirt with her beloved Mistah J on it, aka The Joker, oh yes she was indeed one of those people. Her leggings were black on one leg and red on the other while she wore a black tutu and combat boots. Ocean blue eyes stared forward, narrowing as they focused on where she was going as to not trip, although it was difficult since her bangs wouldn't stop falling over her left eye. Golden blonde locks bounced behind her as she walked, standing still her wavy hair stopped at the small of her back. She groaned softly as she readjusted the books, her arms were becoming sore from the weight and she wished she could just snap her fingers and appear in her room already.
Taking a deep breath she stretched her foot out to start walking once more, all she needed was to turn one more corner and she would finally be home sweet home. She could already see the look on her parents face as she walked through the front door, completely furious that she had once again been out past curfew. Her two brothers standing at the staircase as they watched in amusement, Georgie snickering in his hands while Bill shook his head in mock disappointment. Being lost in thought she should have known this would happen as she tripped over nothing, which wasn't unusual for her, squeaking softly as she fell forward. Her books came crashing down like an avalanche as papers scattered across the ground.
Her face was buried deep in the leather cover of a history book as she cursed at herself, not even bothering to lift her head to reveal the horror of all of her stuff being strewn about. She could have laid there for hours, chastising herself for being so damn clumsy, if it wasn't for the deep, crackling voice she heard. "I think you dropped something." The voice sounded like it was trying, and failing, at being cheerful and happy-go-lucky. Lifting her head she frantically looked around, thinking some creeper was standing right behind her, ready to snatch her up and take her away from this world that she had grown to tolerate. However when she realized there was no one around she looked down at the book, thinking she had just imagined the voice. "I must have hit my head harder than I thought…" She grumbled, putting her hands on the ground beside her she picks herself up when the voice speaks up once again, this time deeper, almost as if the person was growing impatient. "Down here, kiddo."
Blinking she told herself to not even bother looking down, growing increasingly aware she had fallen right next to a storm drain. Although her curiosity had won as she gave in and glanced down, the only thing she saw at first were glowing yellow eyes and that was enough to make her jump to her feet. "Well now, is that any way to treat a friendly stranger?" Taking a closer look into the drain she saw icy blue eyes this time and she wondered how she ever mistook them for a sickly yellow. Sinking back down to her knees she felt strangely drawn to this presence, wanting to know what the person looked like as all she could really see were his eyes. Upon closer inspection she was certain now she was losing her mind, there wasn't a creeper behind her ready to take her, there was a clown in the fucking sewer giving her the creepiest smile she had ever seen.
His face was covered in white face paint, lips painted a blood red with red lines moving from the edge of his lips up towards his eyes. His nose was painted red instead of an obnoxiously large clown nose and she had to admit, despite how odd this whole situation was, it was a nice touch. She couldn't see his hair very well but she could tell it was a burnt ginger, however her eyes couldn't seem to stray away from that smile of his for long. His smile was unique, to say the least, she had never seen someone's lips curl up like that and.. wait was he drooling? Finally realizing she was borderline admiring his face paint she blinked a few times before leaning back and away from him, he didn't seem to like that. "What's wrong, Alicia? Don't you want your… picture.. back.." His voice trailed off as his eyes focused on the piece of paper in his gloved hands, as he spoke his tone got deeper and she was beginning to realize it did that when he became more serious. At first it didn't even register with her that he had said her name as she was also now more focused on the picture as well, it was dark in the sewer but she could faintly see the red colored pencil she had been using in the library under an hour ago. Her eyes widen and her face flushed red in embarrassment and anger as she quickly reached out for the paper, not even thinking about her own actions. "Give that back!"
He didn't even hesitate, focus gone from the paper he reached his other hand out and grabbed her wrist with such force she had to bite her tongue to keep from crying out in pain. She could already begin to taste the metallic flavor of her own blood in her mouth as she watched the clown in shock and awe. Eyes once again glowing a sickly yellow he opened his mouth to reveal rows upon rows of razor sharp teeth, it looked like this was the end for her, he was going to tear her arm off in one bite.
However as he went to bite down he sniffed the air, it was a small whiff at first before he froze, taking a huge breath this time his eyes narrowed and he slowly closed his mouth. Alicia was frozen as well, unsure of what to do in this situation other than just watch. The clown grunted in anger and disappointment as he looked over at her, grip on her wrist still as tight as a steel trap. "… You aren't afraid of me." It was more of a statement than a question but it seemed like he still wanted an answer. Gone was his happy demeanor, now knowing that his meal had been ruined there was no need for the façade anymore.
It was true, although the sudden change in atmosphere had greatly surprised her, it did not scare her. It took a lot to scare a girl who fantasized about The Joker, she always seemed to be drawn to dangerous things, not scared by them. Slowly shaking her head no the creature growled in defeat, reluctantly letting go of her arm. Once getting her arm back she seemed to get her voice back as well as she finally spoke to him for the first time, her voice was hoarse from the frightening thought of having her arm torn off. "... I found you.. You're the one.. The one who has been taking all of the children, the one who has instilled so much fear into our town." Hearing these words he seemed to have cheered up once more as he gave her his signature smile, man this guy is bipolar, she thought to herself. "My my, you have such a way with words my dear." He purred in a deep tone, once again she felt drawn to him and she began to understand why, despite his outer appearance, he lured so many children in so easily. "I'm honored that you think so highly of me, truly I am." She didn't respond to that, all she could do was grimace when he thought she was actually complimenting him. "Who are you? What are you?" She pressed, having finally found the creature she had been researching for so many years she wasn't about to let this opportunity go. Raising a brow he seemed to be lost in thought for a moment, and it was apparent when his right eye started straying off while his left still stared at her.
She blinked and just stared at him, dumbstruck that this guy was a murderous psychopath, he seemed too childish and impatient. Finally getting a little impatient herself as he just stood there, drooling with his right eye now rolled in the back of his head, she waved her hand in front of his face to get his attention. "Uh… Hell-" She couldn't finish her sentence as he suddenly seemed to snap out of some sort of trance, speaking in the same tone he used when he first spoke to her. "I'm Pennywise the Dancing Clown! Would you like a balloon?" He asked, once again smirking at her. At this point Alicia couldn't even see him as the creature she had been searching for all this time, something about him was strangely appealing and she found herself wanting to know more about this.. thing.
For the first time, she smiled at him, a genuine smile as she even let out a soft giggle. "You know what? I would love a balloon, Pennywise. And my drawing back, if you please." She replies in a kind tone, which seemed to surprise the sewer dweller. He seemed to think about it for a moment, knowing he wouldn't be able to make the girl fear him he didn't seem to mind playing along, for now. This time he reached his arm out and she could see a bit more of his costume, white ruffles were around his wrist although they seemed to be darkened as if the costume was old and worn out. Taking the piece of paper from him she gave him another smile before beginning to collect her books and notes, knowing she should get going before her parents call the police. "Well it was… Nice? Meeting you, Pennywise. Perhaps we could see each other some other time, without you trying to eat me of course.." She mumbled the last part as she grabbed the last book. Looking back over at the sewer her eyes widen in slight surprise when she saw that he had disappeared. Frowning in slight disappointment she let out a soft sigh before shrugging it off, standing she made her way towards her home once more. Her mind racing as she tried to come to terms with all that had just happened to her, there was no way she had imagined it as her wrist still stung from his hold on her.
She made it home a few minutes later and everything went by in a blur, her parents were furious as predicted but her siblings were already in bed since it was so late, they didn't have the honor of having a front row seat to this show. Walking upstairs to her room she pushed the door open with her foot and walked in, setting her books down on her desk that was conveniently right next to her door. Taking a deep breath she was ready to pass out after the night she just had, turning towards her bed she halted as something caught her eye, how did she not see it when she first entered? In the middle of her room, floating perfectly in the center, was a red balloon.
Authors Note: Hey guys, thanks to a review I realized my paragraphs were a bit long so I hope this helps a little bit. While looking through the chapter again I also noticed a few spelling errors, sorry I wrote this at 4am, so I hoped I fixed all of those as well. I'll probably write chapter two sometime tonight so don't worry!