You brain felt like someone had shoved in an electric mixer and set it to maximum speed.

You feel lightened but heavy at the same time. Eggy continues touching you, trying to heal you and re-arrange the memories that Bob had so kindly violated but you make her stop whenever the tell-tale coldness and fatigue seeps in. Penny is torn between concentrating on tying Bob up while occasionally punching the bastard to keep him down and checking up on you.

You feel loved, really, but you're also very, very pissed.

Sometimes you'd pick a rock or broken object and try to punt it to Bob's head – because Jesus this headache makes your legendary hangovers feel like a tickle and your stomach is roiling because you're still suffering from morning sickness. But you're weak so all you can do is mumble the things you want to do while the objects land pathetically at your feet. As if to cheer you up, Eggy would do a multi-handed slap which makes you smile because Bob's nose actually honks.

Whack, whack, whack, HONK!

THUD.

The first time you all found out, Penny literally rolled on the floor, busting his guts out as Eggy squeezes the red appendage, while slapping the prone clown down.

Even Pennywise didn't go that far and his clown suit was on-point.

Surprisingly, Bob didn't even stir, even as he is kicked, slapped and beaten and his face had healed from the earlier kerfuffle. You can't help but feel nervous, because while Eggy and Penny is still able to fight – Bob was only taken down because you caught him by surprise and even then it was by some unknown miracle he went down like a sack of potatoes.

Still, Penny was planning something, "Vengeance, my sweet but first, I'm going to make sure he won't be escaping anytime soon."

"Pen, he's still powerful…" you say, weakly as Eggy sidles to your side, propping your up with her many arms. Penny smiles your way as he tightens the ropes and chains around Bob, carefully checking to see if it's loose before being satisfied.

"I know…but he has made a terrible mistake."

"But…"

"Hush, [Y/N]. Eggy, come here." He says, beckoning your daughter to his side. Eggy struts confidently towards her father, cracking her fingers as she does.

Fear rises up your spine as Eggy places two of her palm onto Bob's forehead and another clutches Penny's hands.

"Penny…?" you start but Penny shakes his head as Eggy presses on. As though sensing your fear, your mate turns to you, face uncharacteristically grim.

"He thinks my being human has made me weak. Made me unworthy. But he has not suffered as I had; did not learn as I did. The bond he and I shared are fading but still there."

"…what?" Goddamn it, you hate it when he becomes vague, you're not functioning enough to understand.

"Basically, darling, I'm gonna make him suffer. He knows better than to take what was rightfully mine." He snarls, glaring at the sleeping clown. You feel drained and your eyes grew heavy just as you watch Eggy begins to glow.

You want to scream, make them stop, but Eggy turns her head towards you and smiles.

"Don't worry Mama…Dada and I will make him pay."

You want to be proud, really, but you remembered the pain Bob had inflicted, the way he invaded and nearly erased everything. But as both your mate and daughter smiled, you feel…calm. Like everything's going to be fine. So you slip as Eggy siphons the last safe energy she could and sleep.

This time, you did not dream.

For the first time in his long life, Bob stirs from a slumber he did not plan.

At first he was confused, because it wasn't like the sleeps he had before. This one was painfully short (and inflicted) and his consciousness did not rejoin the Macroverse, instead lingered upon the current plane, bound to his form.

This form…

Bob found himself tied to a chair, in a pitch black room where only a dim light shone around said chair.

No. Not a real chair, he thought, tugging against the chains and ropes that had bound him. This one was imagined. He can feel it, the dreams that wove into it. He had chosen the clown form because it was supposed to be free of any human weaknesses but now…

Had he miscalculated?

Fuck, the human pet wasn't supposed to be this strong!

He had come, imagining a weak, stupid woman, who'd be putty in his arms. He had always been the superior one among his little group. Something even their mentor had been loathed to admit. But he was smarter, faster, and more ruthless when it comes to satiating the hunger that never ended. When he woke to his Derry, the damn place quickly became its playground. Children, men or women, all fall for him and he didn't even have to do much. He was horror personified, a walking nightmare to shame all others.

Then he comes here, hearing about the impossible offspring, about the human pet that had somehow borne a miracle child. Something that him and all others have tried but failed: an offspring off two when their kind was bound to one.

He wanted it.

He coveted it.

Because none of his offspring had survived and it wasn't fair someone so low had been granted that gift while his brood fade and crack into nothing.

"So…that's why you did what you did…" A voice says and the dim light brightened to reveal Pennywise the younger, clad in his clown finery as if untainted by Maturin's curse.

The elder of the two nearly dropped his jaw in surprise, because by right his former mate should not be able to enter the dream state, the Todash as some call it, but there was Pennywise the Younger; tall and limber to his short and stoutness, eyes glowing with anger.

"So full of surprises, aren't you?" the elder, the Bob rasps, fighting back the urge to snarl and spit. The younger sneers, bucktoothed and wicked as he circles the short clown.

"Just as you are predictable, old man," Pennywise whispers as he continues to circle him, like a shark about his prey.

"Why don't you cut to the chase? Hn? Are you going to torture me? Rend my skin to nothing? All that clichéd sadistic bullshit?" Bob growls, trying once more to be free.

Pennywise stops in front of him, before kneeling so that his face was level to his groin. An old memory threatens to surface as Bob leers down on his erstwhile lover. The younger clown cocks his head aside and for a moment he thought that Pennywise thought the same but the tall one cackled instead.

"Aren't you a bit curious as to how I'm back, old man?" he adds, licking the saliva from his bottom lip.

Bob snorts, though he is curious, oh so very, very much. But he doesn't like begging, so he aims straight for the jugular.

"You're in the dream world, brat. I can imagine you're still stuck in that pathetic form in the physical world, still sucking the tits from your mate, like the pussy-whipped bitch that you are."

It hits right, the younger Pennywise's smile is wiped off his face as he snarls, baring his teeth.

"I am not pussy-whipped you fat bastard!"

"Really? Cause if my memory serves me right, you're like some pupped up bitch, hemming and hawing at her feet," Bob starts, grinning at how the boy's golden eyes start to rim red, "You wash her clothes, cook her dinner, watch over that brat of yours while she's bringing the bacon. And then she comes home and you fuck her cunt the way she wants it, like a weak, toothless whore."

SMACK!

In another world, Bob imagined that he would have been knocked out by the punch the boy had given him. But this is the dream world and the younger brat's little act didn't even sting.

"Awww, is ickle Pennywise upset?" he mocked, "That didn't even itch you brat!" He spits.

The taller clown roars, spitting and snarling as he clamps his large hands around Bob's face, claws digging into his skull, sending cracks all over the façade he wore. The younger abomination climbs all over him, sending the chair crashing down to the ground. Without stopping, Pennywise began to claw Bob's mask, ripping apart the flesh he had woven, making his ichor spray and float around that coppery hair like halo.

"C'mon," he cooed, feeling the chains and ropes loosen, just like Pennywise's control, "C'mon you brat, hit me,"

The younger clown screams, his jaw disengaging as Bob braces for impact.

Instead, burning hot lips slams into his.

Blue eyes widen with surprise as the claws sink into his cheeks, forcing a long hot tongue down the elder's throat. Against his own control, Bob lets out a breathy moan as Pennywise's tongue starts exploring inside him. Pleasure blooms from within – from his own traitorous Deadlights as the taller boy continues his ministrations.

…It reminds him

Of a time when they joined…

To create…

…only to end in failure…

Suddenly, the boy's tongue wraps tightly against his own and then sharp teeth clamps down onto the organ and

TEARS

This time there was pain – hot blinding unfamiliar pain as Bob howls, soundlessly. His body scorching with agony, shocked by the violation as his Deadlights writhed and shudder from the overwhelming sensation.

His eyes began to water – tears? TEARS? As the younger stands up, his face splattered with thick ichor, those teeth chewing and snapping as a tongue, red and wriggling desperately in the other's mouth before being swallowed in one lou P.

Pain, pain! His deadlights cry and for the first time Bob, Robert Gray, Pennywise the Clown, fears.

"Aaaaahhhh," Pennywise sighs, licking the ichor of his fingers with loud, slurping, pops. He shakes his head, exaggeratedly, before bending down by his waist, grinning maliciously at the other's prone form.

"You talk too much." He says calmly, before bopping the man's nose. "What's the matter? Clown got your tongue?" he continued as he watched Bob struggled.

Then, as though realizing his own joke, the boy explodes into laughter. Bob stares, still stunned and reeling because this wasn't how it was supposed to go, this wasn't – NO, NO, NO, NO!

He wasn't! This wasn't! Supposed! To! Happen!

Tongue-less, Bob wished he could scream, that he could fight and destroy the laughing brat. How he hates, how he loathes! But the chains and rope bound tighter, even as his hate grew stronger.

Eventually the clown turned human turned clown stops his laughter, snickering one final time before gracefully sitting on the floor, one hand propped on his chin as he sneers at the stouter clown.

"Hmm, what's that? You want to know how I got my groove back?" Pennywise teased, even as Bob wished he could break the brat's fingers and ground them, slowly until they are dust.

"Geez Bob, I don't know if I should tell you! I mean, you did kidnap my mate, tried to erase her memories of me because you wanted to turn her into your own little fucktoy." Pennywise listed.

Bob could only growl impotently, while trying to ignore the alien horror building in him. 'I don't understand, why am I feeling? Why am I bound?' he rattled in his mind.

As though reading his mind, Pennywise raised one of his non-existent eyebrows.

"I guess old age must have dulled your brain," He quipped, crooking a smile. Then the clown slams his palm against Bob's forehead, clenching tight, he brings his face close, until Bob can feel his breath.

"I'll tell you why," his whispers quietly. "Because I'm nice and because I want this to hurt."

He pauses as if to savor Bob's fear. The fear of pain, the agony, the fear of an End. The younger one clucks his tongue.

"You won't die because I won't let you. You see, even though I'm a weak human now, I have also inherited their strength."

Bob's eye widen – because what does weak prey have advantage against their predator?

"Why, imagination, you old fart! Imagination!" Pennywise announced as confetti and balloons pop around him, followed by sounds of triumphant trumpets.

'How? HOW?' he demanded to ask, but without a tongue he mouth only lets out a guttural cry.

"I mean, yeah it sucked being stuck as a man. All their weaknesses and vulnerabilities; the fact that flesh doesn't taste right anymore and you have to sleep more often. Tiring." The clown listed.

"But, I can dream greater now; of things far superior than before. No more am I bound to an echo; I can make things of whole cloth. I can create things where before all I could do is devour and destroy." He continues, as he begins to pace around.

"Yes, I was bound to the laws of this form, yes, it hurts when I try to use my old powers…but I have to say, Bob, you kinda helped me there."

The other clown frowns, because how (he's beginning to hate not knowing) when the taller abomination presses his fingers to create a V upon his lips. Something red and familiar slithers out – Bob's tongue tries to wriggle past the caging teeth but Pennywise chews it down.

'Ah. That.'

"Yes, you used out old link to fool me and my daughter. Made me truly believe [Y/N]'s mother was real. It was a nice touch, turning Mrs.[L/N] into a gun-totting maniac."

Bob couldn't help but smirk – it was indeed easy. The child was protective and strong, useless in his eyes, but the unborn…the unborn could still be molded. And the girl…well, he had always wanted a human pet.

Amber eyes narrowed, as though he could read Bob's mind but it was quickly replaced with a cruel grin.

"Of course, enough about that! I want to show you what I have learned and it's better to show than to tell." He exclaims, stretching his arms to crack those long fingers together.

"But first!"

He twists his head and cries out to the void.

"Eggy! Honey dear, Bob's gonna teach us a lesson! Come out, sweet heart!" he said. Bob feels his lights tremble and he hates it because he does not fear. Their kind DOES NOT FEAR.

Like paint, the child slips out from the gloom, her long copper hair framing her like bloody curtains, her maw, gaping and drooling as she crawls towards them, sniffing and growling.

A babe, no more, but the fear still remains in his lights as Bob strains to get away.

"Bad clown, bad man, bad, bad, Baldy head." She hisses, before snapping those teeth shut right before his face. Pride crosses Penny's face before he traces Bob's face with his fingers, "Now, normally we don't do this, Eggy. It's called cannibalism and it's wrong."

Fear, real and cold thrills down his spine. His struggles harder and more viciously as though a primordial terror had been aroused. 'He cannot! He cannot!"

"But, Bob here had done something naughty, something even worse. He hurt Mama, he hurt you and he hurt me." Pennywise snarls, his claws popping out of gloves. The child nods, her grin growing impossibly wider.

"Yeah, and he tried to take Mama and Baby away too."

"That he did too…so he deserves what happens next,"

The child giggles, drool pooling at her feet as she licks her lips in anticipation. Pride literally beams from Pennywise's form as he patted his daughter's head affectionately.

"This, my child, is how a devourer eats another."

Bob wanted to plead, to scream but fear shackles him as the clown turned man turned clown sheds his form.

The pain was shocking and terrible but even as the lights were torn from him he understood.

Fear.

Pennywise wakes up from the dream.

He feels it; the power long barred trickling back to his fingers.

Still human, however, but not just.

Something akin to his offspring. He won't have to wait until old age now.

He turns and watches as Bob, Robert Gray, his former lover still in his clown form, begins to float. The white face slacked and shut as the dream world he had created imprisons him.

Eggy, his child shakes her head, staring without eyes at the form.

"So, he floats now?"

"Yes, young one." He replies, sinking himself into the feelings of power again.

Not all, no, not when it's stolen, but enough. He bends down to plant a kiss onto his daughter's head, before turning to face your sleeping form.

"Now, let's go wake up Mama."