"Yoooooooou talk too much!" I pronounced the ch hard as I twirled on my feet to face my roommate. Only stopping once I faced him in a straight stance with hands behind my back and feet pointing outward. A lethal grin spread on my face as I leans forward to meet his height.
I could see a shiver go down his spin as I watched him with a predatory gaze. He was too bewildered by my sudden change in personality to understand why he suddenly felt a rush of fear fill his very being, but oh how I could smell it. In my starvation, not even quenched by the late night meal of the previous night, I could feel the drool begin to collect in my mouth before making its way out to my lower lip.
"W..what the hell is wrong with you?"
"Wrong with me?" I let out bubbly laughter as I shook the involve bells around me, ringing playfully as I scrunched my nose in my fit of joy.
"Nothing is wrong with me. Not anymore."
Budd backed up, looking to the door before trying to run. It was so easy to appear in the door way an instant before he looked again. The scream that escaped him sent please take shivers through, causing me such delight.
"How... how the hell did you do that?" He voice rose with each word in his panic. He would be shouting all too much very soon and I couldn't have that.
"Budd, go to sleep." I popped the p gleefully. His eyes closing instantly as his body went limp and his whole weight hit the floor.
Cocking my head I looked at him curiously before deciding in certainty I'd save him for last.
Spinning around, hands still behind my back I took long steps out of the shared cell.
As I made my way to the nearest guard, not a single eye turned towards me, it was as if I was invisible though clearly still there. They would look back and see how I was still there and what took place would never be connected to me.
I leaned forward in front of the closest guard. He gave no reaction as I did so, my head beside his own, close enough to whisper unheard by others. Though I had no worries, even if I had shouted what I said next, no one would have appeared to heard me.
"Officer, it appears the inmates and fellow guards have some how become zombies. You better deal with it swiftly before they can escape and infect the populace."
The mans eyes grew wide as they grew wild with fear. Delusions of monsters replacing the living with the dead. Guards once dumpling standing guard now appeared as dead staring into the distance or wandering back in forth in a mindless loop. Inmates eating their morning meals now appeared to be devouring the once living. Pulling and tearing at flesh to get deep inside the cavities to pull out organs. Crushing ribs, skulls, femurs, anything to get to something they could devour.
Sweat began to build on the mans brow as he rushed to hit the lock down for this wing of the prison. Fellow guardsman turning towards him as the alarms blared of a what would have been a none existent threat. But soon changed as the delusions guard watch in horror as all the undead looked at him, many beginning to approach in different forms of decay.
"What's going on?"
"Why are we locked down?"
"What's the threat?"
With confusion building, fear began filling the air as the unknown issue now became apparent as the hallucinating guard pulled out his side arm and pointed it at the nearest guard that had his attention on him.
Without warning a loud bang rang out as red sprayed across the wall behind the approaching guardsman. The sound of a thud following as his lifeless form hit the ground.
A silent pause as shock came over them at what had just happened. Shortly broken by another bang as an inmate slumped over after painting the man beside him in red with bits of grey matter. Shouting and screams started as men rushed to stop the guard or try and find some form of cover.
Another shot rang out as another guard was too slow to draw his firearm. Another inmate. Then another.
With a final bang, my pawn fell.
He would not be the last.
I had already walked to another, whispering words of riot and anarchy breaking out below.
In less time then it took the last guard to build up to fire, he had already draw. His weapon on the inmates below, opening fire on those huddled away from the previous gunfire.
So I continued, with each fall of the last another followed. The smell of fear building and filling the whole wing.
Though I wished I could sit and take my time with each in private, I had no time to waste. This would be the quickest was to get the best and juiciest meals.
A little whisper, the power was cut to the whole wing. No cameras to catch what would happen next. A fire soon started, cutting of any escape to those left breathing.
As Bobby alone, I would have felt guilt for the guards that had and would lose their lives here. But as Pennywise once more in whole, I knew too well they were no innocents. Each man had a darkness here. A favorite inmate to torture, extort, beat or even worse.
So it would not weigh heavy on my mind that all here would die. Though the more my memory returned and lingered, the more I felt little for any of these humans. Only food to be gathered and eaten.
"Bobby you need to focus."
I whirled to face the voice with a snarl that died quickly as I saw her.
Linda was watching me with concern. Trying to remind me why I was doing this and what really mattered right now.
I couldn't help the huff as I shook my head in quite a pouting manner, "I know...I'm sorry."
She simple smiled at my apology, ignoring my outburst.
"It's alright. I interrupted your hunting. But you need to try and remember now and not let the fear let you forget. We don't have the time for you to linger. The rest of the prison is on alert to what is happening and more will come very soon. You must eat and finish this."
I nodded making my way to another guard, he was firing wildly into the crowd below when I leaned in and spoke softly, "fire will destroy them. Burn them."
He nodded taking my instructions to rush to disable the sprinkler system and proceed to start a fire. Tossing what fuel he could find into the crowd, he proceeded to fire a flare in to ignite what he saw as what was left of an undead hoard.
The smiled happily as he watched them burn.
But I couldn't allow him to enjoy it.
As soon as he turned from his work, he met my towering form. What he saw would have haunted him for years to come if I had let him live. A rotting corpse full of rats, bugs and decay gripping tightly to his throat as he squirmed wriggled and screamed. His fear filling my senses every time I breathed.
My rotting jaws opening wider then any living humans could have, even if unhinged in death. As I brought his screaming face into my mouth. The last thing he smelt was the rot of death and decaying wriggling muscle of a tongue as the sounds of a bone rattling moaning wheeze of the undead surrounded him before the agonizing pressure was applied. A loud crunch with a satisfying pop sound filled my ears as the crimson liquid coated my tongue, flowing down the back of my throat. The state of fear soaked into the very cells as I swallowed it before chewing the crunchy and yet oh so chewy filling of grey matter inside.
No longer was I made ill from the action, let alone the mere thought of it as I released in every bite I took.
Once finished I merely moved onto the next, picking off those who feared the dead most.
When I was nearly full, I made my way back to the shared cell I occupied. Once again my human looking self, covered in the blood is spilled, I was quite surprised to find Budd wake and cowering in a corner.
"Time is short, or I'd enjoy the last of our time together longer." I ginned entering and crouching to his side, grabbing a fist full of clothing to pull him up.
"Any last words Budd?"
The man shook harder as he filled the cell with fear and the disgusting smell of piss.
"W...what are you man!"
"Oh, I'm Pennywise the Dancing Clown." I giggled and shook as the bells jingled as they appeared a long with my whole clown suit. My make up blooming out from the red on my nose.
Budd screamed, striking at me violently as he could. Kicking and hitting as tears formed.
His greatest fear had come true.
"You've been a very naughty boy Budd and now I've come to make you pay. You should have took those dreams to heart Budd. A clown of death has finally caught up with you." I let out a fit of laughter and jingling as he wails and screams filled the air all the louder.
You see dear Budd here has always had a reoccurring nightmare. He would be caught in the arms of flesh eating clowns and eaten alive as they told him he had done something oh so very naughty.
Years passed and he grew to stop believing if he did anything wrong the clowns wouldn't find him, until one day he pushed it off as nothing more then a nightmare. Cause who ever heard of clowns eating someone before? Hehehehe, well besides me.
To bad for him he didn't pay head to his nightmares. But oh how juice and delicious did those fears make him now.
