Interlude. IT.
He was coming, he was coming. It had not foreseen this, it had foreseen many things but not this. The mad dancer had spun this one onto his path, spreading his mad tales throughout the world. Something else had returned. That fear. It hated the fear.
Something new had happened. Before the universe had begun there were just two. The turtle, and It. The turtle was a stupid, fat bloated thing that he had thought had been dead for the last billion years. Even if it wasn't, it was still a stupid old thing.
But that wasn't all even then. They'd been alone here, but there had been one before that, and it's servant. The threads of fate span around them as countless worlds were forged, their will creating a million million places. He had been there, spinning chaos into all. This wasn't just him though. The power had tasted strange, and was forged of something else. Of stories, of potential.
It heard a whimpering. Henry Bowers and his gang were unhappy being here, eyes darting from side to side, seeking a way out, some escape.
It rushed over to him and kicked at them and kicked again. "Is this what you wanted? 98/100 service? Are you liking this? Are you liking this?" He asked, kneeling down face to face with each.
It went to grab Henry, but failed. It's arm was missing. Stolen. It couldn't restore it. It's power had been ripped away.
It roared, and paced away.
Earth was full of rich tasty food. A quality of imagination that tickled the tastebuds, teeth rending flesh with exotic fears, people who made media about horrors and terrors. It had lived in a cycle of eating and sleeping, creating a place where It held sway. Derry was It's killing pen.
And then that one had come, from across the stars. Macgyver, It had sensed he was called.
It had intended to kill him. To taste another world's fear, drive out the invader. It had called on it's ally, the clown It had saved, helped ascend. It had taken a form large enough to drive away weapons. It had been uneasy after been hurt and driven away before- the invader grasped the rule of Shapes, that all living things must abide by the rules of the shape they inhabit, been able to hurt It. But no longer. It had felt fear, of pain, of death, but more than that, a new emotion.
Hate. How dare this foreign being come to It's world How dare It hurt them? They had even awoken the turtle from their slumber after vomiting the tiny egg that was this world into existence, and ripped away a huge fragment of their power.
It needed more power. It intended to use that rule against the turtle. If it embodied itself so directly in this world, It could consume their flesh. Eat their decaying corpse, make them feel fear.
It glanced back at the gang of boys. It needed their children to awake. More than that, It needed an edge. It had tracked the flurry through spacetime, the movements, the twists, the dances, across distances far vaster than a single universe. It had found the source, and found an ally. Someone who fed off fear like them, and knew Macgyver.
It would hurt them, make them feel fear, and then cast them insane into the deadlights. It would eat Maturin, and the invader. But first...
It opened a portal, and a man stepped out. Pale skinned, long nosed, blonde, and free of fear.
"Welcome to my world, Jigsaw." It said.
For reasons to do with a house party annoying people threw, I got no sleep last night. So, have an interlude from IT's perspective. They're making plans and schemes and stuff.
Guest. I don't speak Spanish, so it is hard for me to make a story based off a Spanish horror tale.
Gatling2745. Solid name. And yeah, I like Stephen King so this one is a bit more in depth, and I hope it proves fun.
Krumpwoman. Like, he could probably keep him, but Georgie probably wouldn't want to, though if he cloned him like he did Evie and Ethan that might go well.
Artekha. The clown is back on the menu tonight.
DokB. Yeah, it's a busy time. In every Saw movie he's basically locked in a box of death, so when he gets a chance to escape he immediately goes on a wild tour of the world.
Thorison1080. Another solid title. And yeah, he totally could make deals to reduce the power. There are some limits, as Maturin has noted, but Maturin is stronger than his original sponsor so they can't just shove him aside. And yeah, the game master can definitely retaliate in lots of ways, but because the game master has already been retaliating whimsically, he prefers to at least have a fairer system. He doesn't want to go into Saw 3 and find surprise! Your system has been turned off as an experimental thing to test higher difficulty levels or some nonsense.
Sansas22. Great titles both. And yeah, he has advanced technology, he can make an anime far in advance of the 1988s.
Watermelonninja. Bold idea, have him cuckold the turtle. Well, he can still write one of those about pennywise after he beats him. And fun title.
Guest. 2-3 chapters. This one was a bit longer than most arcs, because corona virus slowed my writing pace and new patron, but we'll be back in Sawland soon.
Next time, the return to Derry, and we get to see the new system upgrades, and we get to see what magic items got stolen from Needful Things, and the harem anime can begin.