I own nothing but my own character Amy, this is a Pennywise/OC fanfic.

Amy was promised to the horrific clown many years ago when she was a child but there was a cost and hes come to collect.

Spoilers there will be some scenes in here from IT: Chapter 2.

Amy POV:

I felt it, watching me again. I don't know what but the sensations I got every now and then made my skin erupt in goose flesh and my heart rate increased. It wasn't a person watching me, I could feel it but I didn't know what else it could be. Since October last year I kept getting the feeling of being followed. My brother and father wouldn't care, in fact they would laugh. My dad might be a bit more considerate considering all the missing persons as of late but I knew he didn't really care for us.

He made this clear when he would beat Henry but he rarely touched me mainly because I looked so much like my mother I think, he didn't hesitate to push me or kick me but he never did it when sober unlike my brother.

Henry was an unusual person, he was plain and simple a bully. He beat and hurt all those he sees as weak and a easy target, he didn't care about me apart from when his gang come over, mainly because he thought it hilarious that Patrick was overly affectionate with me as he liked me and Henry liked watching my reactions knowing I was scared one day Patrick would go too far. We weren't together and not even friends but everytime they were over he would find me and drag me to his seating place and have me sit on his lap. If I fought or argued he would smack me in the face, so I sat until he left, he would play with my hair lick my face and nuzzle my neck inhaling my scent. It would creep me out immensely.

Dad was rarely home since he was the police chief. His dark blonde hair got darker over the years, his temper worse and his drinking had gone from weekends to every night.

It was scary how mum's death changed everything. She died in a flood about seven years ago, I was 11 and Henry was 9 and he didn't remember much of her. I think he mentally blocked it out. Henry's attitude took turns to the worse, from being a cheeky little boy to the abusive shit he was now. I hated my brother but I wouldn't want anything to happen to him.

Feeling myself shiver at the intensity of the eyes on me I looked around knowing nobody would be there, I was right only the bare streets coated in a light glow of the setting sun. It was April and warming up each day as the buds of fresh flowers were dotting the fields, and sprinkled the less kept lawns.

Gulping I wrapped my arms over my shoulders trying to sooth the shivers and goosebumps collected over my pale skin.

I was just passing Neibolt Street, the abandoned house. It had long dead grass easily waist length with never dying sunflowers which almost mocked the setting sun with the bright yellow petals unmoving as the shadows creeped over the desiccated wooden railings.

"Amyyy..." The wind sang as my spine jolted straight at the eerie voice as I shook my head and pressed on walking faster.

I jumped suddenly as a bike skidded to a stop in front of me with the stuttering kid barely looking at me before throwing his bike in the road and walking towards the darkening house.

I could see the rest of his group headed this way in the distance but not near enough.

"Hey! I wouldn't go in there! It's been abandoned so long the floors would be dangerous!" I said loudly as he paused in surprise at the worry in my voice.

"I need to, my brother is in there..." He murmured unsure on what to say to me.

Bill, I remember now Denborouh, his brother Georgie was the first to go missing just before Halloween last year.

"... Your brother? Georgie?" I asked surprised and skeptical wondering whether someone had played a mean trick on him.

"Bill! Stop - you can't go in there!" A girl I recognised as Beverly Marsh shouted as his friends pulled up in front of the house leading by example leaving their bikes in the road too.

"Look, you don't have to come in with me, but what happens when another Georgie goes missing, or another Betty, or another Ed Corcoran, or... one of us? Are you just gonna pretend it isn't happening like everyone else in this town? Because I can't. I go home and all I see is that Georgie isn't there. His clothes, his toys, his stupid stuffed animals... but he isn't. So, walking into this house, for me, it's easier than walking into my own." Bill said, acting like I wasn't here while talking directly to the six young teens who were obviously scared of that house.

"Wow..." The boy with dark hair and thick glasses said.

Prompting the question of the boy Ritchie? I think his name was said about Bill not stuttering once. It was true it was known that Bill had a speech impediment and constantly stuttered.

"What are you all doing here? Why does he think his brothers in that house?" I finally asked as the only one who responded without nerves was Beverly. I liked her when I was waitressing at the diner a few months ago for the Christmas rush. I helped her hide from Greta and her cronies, surprising the young redhead.

Everyone knew I was the Bower sister but nobody knew what I was like or if I was worse then my brother. I wasn't but it made people scared to approach me.

"Amy? What are you... are you looking for the clown too?" She asked nervously as the boys started arguing if someone should remain outside incase.

"No, I was simply passing ... did.. Did you need help? Whatever's going on seems quite heavy and I don't want to leave if any of you are going to get in trouble or worse..." I said watching the boys pull straws with Ritchie and Eddie getting the short straw and following Bill to the porch.

"There's something going on here, this .. thing is taking people and..." She trailed of watching the boys enter...

Please review this is an idea i have had the last few years and finally got around to writing it so let me know what you think! :)