7
20th December, 1985
Derry, Maine, repeated Tom.
Yep, sunshine, one and only and ruled by me.
Ruled by us.
Being inside Pennywise's head wasn't a pleasant experience. Even Tom shuddered at the gruesomeness of Pennywise's victims. A few were even worse than the first year killed by the monster in Hogwarts.
Better get used to it, Tommy boy, trilled Pennywise. He deliberately thought of an image of a young girl shredded like pork. Cause I'm even madder than you.
Their combined form crawled through the sewers. Tom merging with Pennywise had ended his twenty-seven year hibernation. He had yet to see what they would look like. Seeing as they had fused, it most certainly wouldn't be pretty.
Tom took control of the left arm and touched their face; the pristine while glove came away with strings of black goo clinging to it, and he thought he felt a few jagged teeth.
You need a Healer.
Offended by my teeth, huh?
Tom shrieked with pain. The left arm was chomped away by the serrated teeth Pennywise had suddenly sprouted from the side of his mouth. The sharp pain ended as soon as it began, and Tom realised the arm had regrown.
Tom, in turn, wriggled out of Pennywise's mouth and latched himself over Pennywise's nose and mouth.
I can suffocate you. Tom tightened his hold a little as the clown struggled. I could do it so easily.
He slid back down Pennywise's throat. They'd reminded each other of how deadly they were against each other, as well as combined.
Tom felt Pennywise grin.
