"Give me my camera." I demand, shook by the fact that he's got my camera. He can take whatever, just not my camera. Seriously. I fucking saved up my entire life for that thing.

He sneers, "I've seen your photos, Alissa, they're very very very very good!" He starts snickering,

I scowl at his remark. Is he being sarcastic? "Yeah, so I'm aware. Now give it back." I demand, holding my hand out but still standing near the window where I can only see portions of him where the light makes him visible, I see his bright eyes glowing in the shadows and his mouth curved into a wide grin,

I notice the red mark on his lips that trace up to his eyes are still there,

This is the real Pennywise. This is really him. He's in my room, but why? To take my camera? To make fun of me?

"You want it?" he pretends to drop the camera-my heart drops as well-but it hangs in the air as he grips the lanyard, "Come get it." He says in a low voice,

I take a deep breath and shake my head, unable to comprehend what the hell this clown wants.

"No." I say with a hint of nervousness, but I take a deep breath again so he doesn't realize I'm scared, "Give me my fucking camera."

The grin on Pennywise's face slowly turns upside down, he's staring at me with scorn. He pauses, "You're not scared of me,"

My eyes glance at my camera hanging, wishing he won't drop it,

"You're more scared of breaking your stupid camera?" he pauses then laughs hysterically, pulling my camera upwards and he catches it with his other hand. Pennywise starts pacing around, letting me see more of him,

He looks so tall,

"Interesting, very very interesting," he starts chanting, "Alissa, you're a very interesting girl, yes" he stops pacing and slowly turns his head to look at me, "Yes, you are very brave."

We both fall silent,

He reaches his hand out, holding the camera, looking at me intently. He pauses, waiting for me to take it. Fuck it. I take a few steps closer and slowly reach for my camera sitting on his hand. Finally, I grab it and slowly retreat my steps,

Quickly, I turn my camera on to look at my photos if it's still there, and fortunately, they all are. The photo from the park's still there. I look up at him and notice he's still staring at me, smirking,

"What do you want from me?"

"Are you not glad the photos are still there?" he chuckles, "What are you going to do to them, Alissa?" He turns his whole body to stare directly right in front of me,

"Are you going to make me famous?"

I smirk at him in hatred, "Do you want me to?"

"You're a special girl, Alissa."

"What do you fucking want from me, clown?" I glare at him, not taking my eyes off him this time,

He smirks evilly, "I want you."

I try not to look confused, but I fucking am, "Why do you keep playing with me? Why don't you just kill me?"

"Because you're too fun!" he emphasizes the 'f' and starts chuckling, "Fun, fun!"

I sneer, "Why don't you just kill me already?"

Pennywise-like he's a machine that you can just turn off-stops laughing and glares at me, "Do you want me to?" he asks with a low voice,

How the hell does he sound so silly and then sound like a serial killer in one snap? What is he? Who is he really? What does he want? Why won't he just kill me? Why won't he just answer a simple fucking questi-

"Poor Alissa," he interrupts my train of thought, "So confused."

I don't bite into his bait and say nothing in return,

"Go on!" he enthusiastically says, "Ask me whatever you like!" he grins, holding his arms out then starts clapping his hands, "Oh, I'd love a curious cat. Amusing Alissa, do ask, and I shall tell!" Pennywise sits on my bed, crosses his legs, and places his hands on his knees, patiently waiting for me,

Fuck it. I might as well...

"Did you kill those kids?"

He frowns greatly, "They are missing,"

"Because you killed them? Took them to one of those...sewer places?"

He smirks, "Corrrrect!"

"Did you come out of that movie?"

He tilts his head,

"You know they made a movie about you, right?"

He grins, "Oh, I love movies! Especially, mine. They portrayed me really well."

"How did that happen? How did you come here?"

His grin turns into a smirk. A smirk that tells me he's amused by my stupidity, "Oh, Alissa. You don't know?"

"What?" I furrow my eyebrows, place my camera on the table beside me and step closer, "Don't know what?"

He leans closer, "You summoned me."