Georgie shot up like a bullet. It was about three in the morning and he had just had the worst of nightmares. He was playing with his little paper boat and that clown showed up again. His two teeth, his smile and his eyes...Everything about Pennywise was just terrifying. Sweat ran down his neck and througout his hair. His eyes pacing around the room perhaps trying to find something. Anything. His heart was beating so fast as if he just ran a marathon. He wanted his brother Bill to come and comfort him but he was sick and disturbing him like that when he really needs that sleep to heal would be impolite. So Georgie just hid under his blanket and shivered away in fear. The chills down his spine went colder and faster. He could hear his own breathing loud and clear.
Georgie would slowly drift off to sleep but would be awoken by terrible thoughts. He really didn't like clowns. There is a reason why people don't like clowns. Clown like charatcers have been around for thousands of years. Historically, jesters and clowns have been a vehicle for satire and for poking fun at powerful people. They provided a safety valve for letting off steam and they were granted unique freedom of expression – as long as their value as entertainers outweighed the discomfort they caused the higher-ups. Georgie tried to remind himself that he was in the comfort of his home and that he was safe. He tried to use some breathing tactics he had learned from a couple of friends but they failed miserably. Being so distracted by his own fear and the blanket over him. He did not notice the deep breathing in the room. He sounded close but Georgie thought it was him for a while. After Georgie decided to stop trying he went to swing his legs over the bed to get up. He froze before he did. He stopped breathing to test if he was right. He was. There was someone in his room with him.
Georgie stayed silent and under the covers for as long as he can. How long have they been here? What do they want? Is it Bill? is it Dad? Who is it? These questions were spamming his mind and he couldn't think straight since he was half asleep and scared to death. Suddenly out of no where, the blanket slowly started to get pulled off. Slowly and gently he started to appear and once he did, the coldness of the night hit his flesh. Georgie shut his eyes tight once the blanket was successfully pulled of him. He's done for good now. Georgie wanted to scream his lungs out but that would be a bad idea. Who knows what could happen. He needed to make a move.
He slowly sat up in his bed with his eyes still closed. He felt the weight of someone crawling onto the bed once he did. He felt their warm breath against the tip of his nose. The breath smelt like...cotton candy. He wanted to smile but that wasn't something to do in this situation. It reminded him of a circus or theme park. There was always someone selling it. They would make it out of nearly nothing! It was magical. Georgie knew him some places they called it 'Fairy Floss" because of the way it would disappear in your mouth. Enough about that cotton candy. Georgie needed to be a brave boy. He slowly lifted his arm to his right and tried to find the switch to his lamp. Once he brushed his fingers against it and found it, he quickly switched it on. The breath was still coming onto his face and he still felt the weight on the bed. He inhaled and exhaled ready to do this. He opened one eye roughly and he could of swore he felt his heart stop. It was a clown that very much looked like his old pal, Pennywise.
Georgie's eyes were wide open in fear. How Pennywise loved that. Penny was on his hands and knees just looking straight at him. He was very tall and his hairline was quite...strange. His forehead was cracked. Georgie guessed he never took off his makeup. Georgie just wanted to run away to safety but how could he? He was trapped by Pennywise's very long arms. If he would move just a slight he would probably get beaten - and probably die. What bothered him the most is that the clown just stared at him with no emotion. Just a blank creepy face.
"Georgie?" Pennywise whispered. "Didn't y-you want your boat back?"
All this over a boat? This clown was truly insane. Georgie just wanted to die here and now. No more teasing, just get it done. Tears threatened to fall from the little boy's face. He was so scared. Finally the tears were realised and he couldn't help but sob. He would hiccup up here and there but he just wanted Penny to go away.
Pennywise tilted his head a slight. (I'm going to add some speech that the old Pennywise did in the old movie. If that's okay) he was pretty sure that Georgie would want his boat back. That was the whole reason how he met this boy.
"What's wrong B-bucko?"
"P-please don't kill me," Georgie wept. "I'll do anything! I just want to be with my brother B-billy."
Pennywise smiled in delight. He loved the tasty fear of the children. It was much more fun to make them scared then eat them. Though something in his gut told him it was wrong for a long time. So what? He would probably die if he stopped. Though, who said Pennywise was in control of his whole...demon thing. It wasn't his intention to become what he is now. It was an accident. That's a story for another day though. he continued to watch Georgie sob and cry. After a while though he started to feel guilty. This boy was so innocent and sweet. Was this really a good thing to do? There is a lot more bullies around this town. Why did he have to go for the sweet ones. Oh, because they're weak most of the time. In a psychical way. He continued to watch and couldn't stand it anymore. So, he did something that he never thought he would do. He pulled out the paper boat from out of nowhere and placed it in his lap gently. Pennywise attempted to smile sweetly but it only came out as a crooked smile. Georgie went silent. He stared down at the boat then looked up at him. Georgie then mouthed the words of 'thank you'.
The lamp's light quickly turned off and turned back on. Pennywise was gone once the came on again. The only evidence left behind of Penny was a red balloon attached to the end of Georgie's bed.