Author's Note: OH HEY LOOK - AN UPDATE. And jfc it's almost a year eh? Sorry for the long, LONG delay, I got distracted by other fandoms and got stumped on how to continue this. This is short but it leads somewhere...I hope. Thanks to everyone who has been patient with me and all your comments, kudos and bookmarks just warms my heart. Thank you to all for reading!

You woke up after the whole incident tired and feeling somewhat violated. Hey, anyone would if your mind had been a playground for some ancient fuck-face.

It did not help that your mother – your real mother and not some fake abomination out to destroy you – was fussing around you, her face etched with worry.

At first you thought this was another dream, a fake illusion but Pennywise and Eggy gave you the thumbs up and after two days of her being just…your mother, you relaxed.

Granted she fussed and you still felt like you're doing a food eating competition even as everything gets purged as soon as you swallowed something, but that's fine.

Then there were the dreams.

It was odd…er. Pennywise explained that after cannibalizing his former fate, he had some of his old tricks back. Not 100%, oh no, not in your lifetime (a thing you don't want to think about, no, not when it hurts), but enough that sometimes you would be in a dream, weirdly panicking about schoolwork even though you graduated colleges a decade ago DAMN IT, and he'd slip in.

Resplendent in silver, hair of winter fire as he makes tricks after tricks, most of the time to make you laugh but sometimes because he's showing off. Sometimes Eggy joins you, sometimes not.

You don't blame him, not really.

Then you'd wait before both of you see him.

Your son.

It was the mannequin in your previous dreams. Small, nude and faceless, he'd peek around before ambling at you – his long appendages creaking and squeaking as he jumps up and just holds you.

It's odd because you used to hate mannequins but when it's your baby, well. Love conquers all you think.

That was until months later, in a certain birthing room, your baby, mannequin faced and all slithers out from your aching vagina.

A silence descended in your room as looks of absolute horror burns on the faces of the nurse and doctor.

That was until you hear Pennywise shriek with joy, "{Y/N}! He's a doll!" and then he bursts into tears, pride and joy blooming on his face as the entire gyno team snapped their heads at him.

A hysterical laugh escapes your mouth before everything descends into chaos.

"Nurse! Get that thing away from her!"

"WHAT? Harold, you don't pay me enough for that!"

"Don't call my son a thing, he's a doll – "

"Oh my god, Jesus, oh sweet Jesus, {y/n}, my baby girl, how – wh – what?"

"Is this a prank? How did you manage to shove that in your –"

"OH GOD, IT'S MOVING – IT'S LOOKING AT ME!"

"S-someone call security!"

"SHUT UP!"

Penny roars and the whole room silences as he breathes, trying his best not to lose his temper. Humans are so fucking stupid at times, this is supposed to be a special, beautiful moment and here they are, panicking and insulting their child when he's one of the most amazing, special, GORGEOUS child ever to embrace this dimension.

You see his teeth bared, eyes burning yellow and you want him to quit it and for your mother to stop crossing herself because it's just your baby – her grandchild but you're just – so, so fucking tired.

You ignore the sudden pain in your chest or how even though you want your baby in your arms, they are tingly and trembling. You open your mouth, asking your mother – whose face is drained of colour – to please give your baby, that you could explain if only if just weren't so – so…

Tiring.

...and could someone please stop that beeping noise? It's so annoying.

You could hear the doctor shouting again but the world was spinning now, and everything felt like its underwater – Penny? Penny is that – why do you sound so sca-