Hello. I just saw "IT" today and was super inspired to
write a fanfic romance because why the hell not. Here's to
the sociopathic romantics! Don't take this fic too seriously and
just enjoy! Let me know what you think!
The screen turns black and a list of names roll up. The film's just finished. I glance over at my cousins sighing in relief, but still a little shaken up by the horror flick they just watched with me. My cousins, given that they're all 13-15 years old, are terrified of the fictional demonic killer that they just saw. They all look at me and ask if I enjoyed the movie. As a seventeen year old, these kinds of things must typically scare me. But like what my old man always tell me, I'm too old for my age. I guess that's why i never get scared over horror films?
"It was good," I tell them,
My youngest cousin sneers at me, making the others look at him, "She probably wasn't scared,"
"Hey, I enjoyed a few jumpscares."
"How do you manage not to flinch at the scariest parts?" the eldest of my cousins ask and I just shrug as we all descend the cinema stairs and leave.
The kids walk side by side next to me, I smile at them enjoying their company while it lasts before I return them to my aunts and uncles,
"Alissa isn't scared of Pennywise because she's a grown up-"
My eldest cousin shakes his head, "She's just seventeen,"
"I'm still older than all of you." I say,
"You mean to tell us you're not scared of Pennywise, or the thought of a killer clown...at all?" he asks me as we all stop at our tracks. I notice my aunts and uncles overhearing our conversation as they stand behind my cousins with a smile,
I smile at them then glance at my young, innocent relatives, "No."
My cousin shakes his head at me again,
I mess up his hair as we bid our goodbyes for the night,
"Let's all head home now. Alissa has school tomorrow and so do all of you," One of my aunt says as she takes my youngest cousin's hand,
We all walk away from the theater, "Yeah, you guys have a long road ahead."
"Thank you for spending the night with the kids, Alissa." My uncle says with a smile,
I nod and walk with them to the parking lot, "Definitely. It's been a while."
We finally reach their car and I stop walking, watching them all get into their cars, "You gonna be alright, Alissa?" my aunt asks before she enters the car with my eldest cousin,
I nod, "The house is just 10 minutes away, I think I can handle any sort of clown incident."
She laughs with me, but my cousin frowns,
"Think about it, Alissa," he warns, "Pennywise is creepy."
"He can't take me if I'm not scared of him!" I shout as their car starts moving backwards,
He shouts back, "Think about it!"
I shake my head and watch their car drive away.
Think about it. My cousin's voice rings in my head. I mentally challenge myself, convincing myself of the 'scary' pennywise, the clown. What if he was actually real? What fear would he use on me? Would he use my fear of college? My fear of getting bad grades? I suddenly laugh.
Then I thought, what if I convinced myself that he was actually real?
What if my cousins were actually right? They shivering bodies, thinking of Pennywise's face, are all worth it because he's actually real, and I should be scared, too?
Suddenly, imagining him appear behind me right now gives me the shivers. I shut my eyes tight and imagine the clown standing in front of me as I turn, telling me that my cousins were right. That I'm a fool. I get more shivers. I imagine him taller than me, breathing heavily, blood dripping from his mouth.
I shake my head, what the hell am I doing? This is stupid. I turn around and get startled by a man in ragged clothes standing, his hands held towards me. "Sorry," I mumble out of panic, "I-I don't have anything on me right now." I shake my head and walk off home.
Alissa warms her hands inside her hoodie pocket as she walks over to the sidewalk after her encounter with a homeless man. She tries to calm herself as she walks home. From a distance, behind the bushes, a built-towering figure of a man appears wearing a beige Victorian jester suit. It watches over Alissa, keeping his eyes on her until she disappears, and so does he.