It Imagines

Request: Stanley Uris

STANLEY URIS REQUEST: FEAR

REQUEST BY:

@MusicalSithPizza10

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"Y/n..." the sickeningly sweet whisper of the demonic being had let out a short giggle upon calling your name.

You shuddered at how his laugh seemed to enter your mind, it's venomous chuckle promising nothing, but trouble.

It began to branch its way to the inside of your bones, layering them in the fear that was now coating your body.

Pennywise watched you from the shadows, Its body transforming and configuring into what you fear most.

It couldn't decide on the form it should take, but it was slowly becoming impatient, for your flesh and bones was what it wished to chew on at this very moment.

He could smell the terror you felt that was drenching your insides resulting in his red lips to have drool running down his chin from all the salivating.

He licked his lips that were razor sharp, his eyes burning amber as they watched your every move despite his left eye going in the opposite direction causing him to become wall-eyed.

"H-hello?"

You called out upon hearing your name being called from an unfamiliar voice. It sounded childish, holding a lisp that held an undertone of viciousness that left you feeling unnerving.

Your eyes scanned the empty streets of Derry in which night fall had overcome resulting in the full moon illuminating the streets below as the shadows morphed with the darkness that began to chase after you slowly...

"Y/n..... it's time to float!"

The voice growled, the urgency behind its words and how it came from the blackness whose hands were beginning to outstretch and start to reach out for you....

You began to sprint down the empty streets of Derry calling for help. But no one seemed to hear your screams of terror as you continued to run down the street unsure of where to go.

Your heartbeat was increasing every breath you inhaled in gasps that were toying around with your lungs.

You would cough, and nearly trip, but at the sound of IT's laughter, it motivated you to continue on running.

You rounded the corner, a corner you knew all too well and you couldn't help, but smile despite how afraid you are for you slim to none chance of surviving.

You ran up the familiar porch steps of the house that gave you a sense of security, glancing behind you as you knocked on the door vigorously.

Nothing was there. That was, until you blinked and there IT stood.

It was in the middle of the road, its right hand that was gloved in white, holding a bouquet of red balloons while the other waved at you in a patronizing manner.

You drunk in its appearance, noticing almost immediately on how extraordinarily tall It was.

And it seemed as though his suit in which looked to be white washed with gray while blanketed in a layer of dirt and grime gave him the illusion of being bigger despite his body being slim.

The bells on his suit jingled as he took one step closer, the red pom poms at the tip of his shoe shook from the movement.

You saw how its face in which was abnormally pale, start to glow in the moonlight, the red tuffs of his hair burning bright like fire having been fed more fuel.

But nothing could prepare you once you met its eyes.

Or at least, one of them.

You took note of how It was wall-eyed due to his left eye that was radiating a deep set of amber like his right, travel more so away from the center.