Inspired by Stephen Kings IT and using oc's from mantisandthemoondragon's Monster Crush AU and An Emotion Bent out of shape AU. You can read her work over on Archive of Our Own

And hello-helianthus's Thoughts on the Deadlights which I am tweaking a bit. you can read that one on tumbler

Heads up this might be a slow burn, also gore and sexually suggestive stuff ahead. You have been warned.

Prologue

Something had changed inside of IT. From the moment IT had awoken IT had known that the balance had shifted. The old fool, the Turtle, had finally crawled into its shell and died! This revelation had filled IT with the deepest pleasure, for now IT knew that IT was truly the superior being in this universe. With this wonderful thought in mind IT had begun IT's first hunt of this cycle.

The child had been such an easy target! Why then?!

It was not fair! IT had slipped easily into IT's preferred shape, Pennywise the dancing clown. IT's hunger had been so great that when IT had started to talk to the boy IT had not been able to stop the drool from dripping from IT's lips. But, IT knew something was wrong as soon as the fear began to seep out of the child's pours. IT had never before feared to eat anything! Fear was not something that IT felt. But in the moment the child had reached for his paper boat IT knew that if IT were to eat of this human child's flesh IT would die! The scent was repellent and putrid, but why!?

IT decided to continued to play the role of the friendly clown. IT would wait. IT was very good at waiting, and IT would see if this affliction would pass. But deep within the core of IT's deadlights IT feared that this condition was now a fact of IT's existence.

The child, Georgie Denbrough had brought others soon to IT's attention. 7 others, 7 which was a number of power and with Georgie that made 8; the number of infinity. The fear continued to eat away at IT's insides. Finally, IT made a decision, if IT could not have children, then it would hunt adults. It was more work, but, when IT caught the sent of fear coming from an adult, IT did not feel the danger, only the need to eat.

O_O

IT's first meal that cycle was ITs easiest catch. The human had come to IT's lair all on his own. The house on Neibolt street. A Derry Public Works man had gone there to fill his veins and his mind with sweet chemical dreams. With the man's mind so open and supple IT had found it easy to take on the form of a beautiful and seductive human female. IT lulled and relax the man, for IT had appeared naked, soft and inviting. IT had encouraged him to remove his clothes and lie down on the floor. With the human primed and ready IT then tapped into the dark and dreadful depths of this man's mind. The primal fears of his psyche! IT had grown claws and sharp teeth; the soft skin begun to rot and fall away. IT contorted it's form so that it's movements were now that of a spider! IT sprouted more rotted arms from it's body to hold the prey still. The human started to try to get up and run. IT's arms stretched beyond what was normal and held the man fast. From between ITs legs a barbed stinger protruded. The human saw this and began to scream in the most exquisite way. The sound and the scent pouring from the man made IT want to weep for joy! Wishing to eat sooner than later IT made ready it's final attack and positioned it's prey. Flipping the man onto it's belly and exposing the vulnerable spine.

One swift motion and IT stabbed it's prey, injecting him with a nerve toxin and severing his spinal cord. The human was now trapped in the last moment of his terror, unable to move or scream. IT quickly cocooned the meal and returned to the nest so that IT might feast in peace.

Satiated for a moment, IT rested in it's underground home and was finally able think clearly. What had changed inside of IT? There was now an urge, almost a compulsion to be around the young human children. They had attached themselves to IT in the few weeks that IT had known them. IT had felt moments of contentedness and peace in the children's presence that IT usually only felt when in IT's sleep. IT wanted them close to IT but the smell and their behaviors felt wrong. IT let itself float in contemplation for many hours. Then as if from out of nothingness IT realized what had happened. The Turtle was gone! Yes IT knew this fact already, but now IT was beginning to understand the weight of this event. The balance was no longer being maintained. The old reptile had been a creator! That was the reason for it to exist! And IT had consumed. That was the order of the universe. But something had killed the old turtle…some other force. Now IT was alone, but that need to create had not died along with the old fool! The urge and power had migrated to the only other vassal that could contain such force! IT's deadlights!

There was just one problem, IT could not create life; IT only consumed it. Using the word that the child, Richie, liked to use to express himself a lot IT felt that at this moment, it encapsulated the total of how IT felt at that moment.

"Fuck"