Pennywise's Very Bad Day
Y/N heard the telltale "DING!" from the kitchen. The muffins were ready! Arthur Fleck joined you in front of the oven, narrowing his eyes at the contraption as if it was going to get up and chase him around the kitchen.
"It's just an oven Arthur, it won't bite." Arthur fleck shifted nervously and stared at the floor.
"H-haha. I know that, but last time I tried to use an oven it got set on fire, burning my house down with me inside it. Thankfully Dennywise gave me some of his life-reviving juice from space, so I'm back."
"DAMN IT!" A shout came from the living room. It was Pennywise who was busy in front of the living-room computer.
Y/N put on a big smile and handed Arthur Fleck the oven mitt. "It'll be ok arthur, all you have to do is pull out the muffins, everything else has been finished. I have to see what's got Pennywise's clown briefs in a knot." You said, as you handed him the oven mitt.
Suddenly! Pennywise stormed through the door and angrily threw a decorative vase at Arthur Fleck! Who cowered and hid behind a large house plant.
"What are you outrageous sluts doing in my abode?!" He boomed! Even though they were in Arthur Fleck's home.
"What's gotten your clown knickers bunched my lover of many years?" Sal SUEY questioned like a half-transitioned clown who was madly in love with a purebred clown. Love that could never be, but grew in the moonlight of clown love regardless. Like that of a flower growing between the cracks of asphalt.
Pennywise defensively snarled like a rabid dog, a clown dog that had been unappreciated, left in the waxing moon to fall in darkness when the sun rose. He could feel his claws growing in when the darkness surrounded him, and Sal Suey could feel his hairy arms, and their love struggling in the cold clownish afternoon.
A cold, icy tear fell down Pennywises face, his clownish white foundation smeared and he quickly ran to the bathroom, holding his face in shame. Ronald mcnoalaodas pulled out a clownish compact with mother clown on the front, smiling, and offered it to Pennywise. But Pennywise was too distraught! He began smearing his clown makeup furiously on purpose as if clowns meant nothing to him!
Pennywise's mascara was dripping off of his face. Y/N witnessed the whole event and rushed to the bathroom, leaving Arthur Fleck alone in the kitchen, to everyone's dismay.
"Pennywise! What's wrong? Why did you turn away the clownish compact, don't you care about your self image?"
Pennywise turned to Y/N and the air turned to ice. His gaze was that of a man that had been tested one too many times.
"What. Did. You. Just. Say. To. Me. Slut?"
Y/N felt a shiver run down your spine. Mother clown and Ronald scurried out behind you and left the house immediately ,evacuating the premises. Dust-shaped clouds of their figures were left behind.
The light bulb in the bathroom shattered, and all you could see where pennywise's two crying red orbs. He giggled and continued.
"Not that you care… But my autobiography was posted a month ago… and IT HAS GOTTEN ONLY FIVE VIEWS!" Pennywise all at once lunged out of the bathroom taking you with him on the most insane clownish ride of your life. You felt as if you were flying through the air or that you were on a rollercoaster of love, except the rollercoaster was just inside Arthur Fleck's house.
You both flew into the kitchen where there was a billowing mountain of smoke coming out of the oven. High pitched beeping of the smoke detector mixed with Pennywise's sexual growls.
Suddenly! As Pennywise and Sal Suey flew in anger loops around the house, they heard the pathetic scream of Arthur Fleck, and gunshots were heard ringing through the home.
Y/N looked down and saw that Arthur Fleck was not only on fire, but he was also duel wielding loaded glocks and firing them off aimlessly as he thrashed wildly!
"Pennywise we have to go out that window!" Sal Suey screamed!
But Pennywise was too filled with rage, they continued to swirl through the smoke filled air, when finally a single gunshot struck.
You gasped. You looked down and could see not one, but two gunshot wounds. Somehow Arthur Fleck shot through both you and Pennywise at once. You both fell to the floor, the tornado you two were caught in subsided.
Your body covered Pennywise's, and you both were bleeding out.
"P-Pennywise." You said, atop your lover. Pennywise promptly stood up and you fell off of him. He looked down at his chest and picked out the bullet, throwing it to the ground. He then walked back over to the computer in the living room and got back on it.
"All in a days work." Pennywise said to himself as he went back to typing, as Sal Suey bled out on the cold tile. Beside her on the cold tile was a small pile of ashes, with a pill bottle on top. Alongside the pill bottle was a single shining clown nose.
Pennywise got up out of the office chair and strode towards you. You reached out to him.
"You're going to take me to the emergency room, right?" Pennywise ignored you and promptly prized the clown nose from Arthur Fleck's ashes.
Then he went back to the computer and got back on.
"Dang nabbit!" Pennywise screamed into the void, he saw that his one devoted follower had still ceased to comment on the latest chapter of his life. Pennywise felt as if he was not the clownish clown he once believed, and he caressed his clown nose forlornly. His large, bulbous, mountainous, engorged quadruple +++D's sank to the floor with shame.
Without even his triple D's to comfort him Pennywise saw a reflection of himself in the computer screen, covered in ash without his traditional ceremonial clown makeup to comfort him, and he wept clownishly.
But even in this dark day, Pennywise knew he would write his novel if it took his clownish shoes right off his clown feet. A single user "Pepersteak" wouldn't get him down. He knew despite everything, his story would never leave their hearts. And maybe someday, perhaps through coincidence or divine intervention, they would come back to him, giving him words of encouragement. Even know he always said he didn't need validation, there was a part of him that wanted to be told he wasn't a useless clown son, he was a real talent, the bees knees even.
From the floor after dialing 911 herself Sal Suey wondered, did Pennywise love her?
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