A Penny for Your Thoughts (Yandere! Pennywise x Reader)

XVII - Shower Thoughts

"I'm Pennywise the Dancing Clown!" His voice was distorted, he broke into dance - unnaturally long legs and arms rapidly swinging about threatening to shatter the glass doors. His eyes were flames. "And I'm here to help you live out your deepest fantasies."

You shook with fear at the demonic creature before you, but you were determined to not let him toy with you. The razor blade curled in your palm shot at him like a metal arrow. It plunged right into the clown's chest.

"Oh-ho!" He chuckled, taking it out with ease. "There you go for my heart again." He took out the blade and let it fall.

"Fuck you Pennywise!" You screeched, aiming at him again with your shower head.

"Say my name again, ooh, it sounds so good from your trembling lips." He pounced at you, making the shower head fall from your grasp and onto the bathtub floor.

You swung at him, "FUCK YOU!"

"Those are such ugly words for a young girl to say." He teased.

"Who asked?" You spat back.

Pennywise chuckled darkly and pushed you further into the wall.

You saw stars when your head slammed harshly against the tile.

He pressed himself fully against you. The frills of his clothes ruffled against your wet skin. Your face blushed a deeper red than before in embarrassment. You squirmed under him, trying to get away - it just made the feeling of him against you more intense.

Long slender fingers wrapped around your neck. His nose touched yours.

"Would you prefer another look?" He mused.

Blue replaced the yellow in his irises. The exact same shade of Henry's. His lower body shoved into yours roughly. You didn't respond to his movements but he did all the work anyways. He shoved farther and harder. You whimpered beneath him.

"Get off," you moaned. You wanted to scream and push him away, but his touch was rendering you weak. "Please." With each rock of his pelvis against yours your fear heightened. The heat blooming in you with each of his thrusts didn't feel bad at all, and the way he just looked into your eyes with cruel satisfaction lighting up his own made the heat swell in you more so.

His breath blew over you and it tasted like pink cotton candy - your favorite circus treat.

He gripped your neck tighter, choking you. His eyes turned yellow again.

You kept squirming, moving your hands around the tub.

A sharp sting on your palm made you cry out.

The stinging in your palm intensified as you clutched at whatever was cutting it.

A razor blade.

A hiss left the clown when you plunged the sharp metal into his side. He leapt off of you,

"I'm not scared of you! You're just in my imagination!" You growled at him. Without any hesitation you got up to your feet, covering your body with your arms and the shadows of the shower corner.

Pennywise looked at you with hurt in his eyes. It was as if you had actually inflicted some wound on him with the blade. He didn't seem to be in any physical pain though.

"Am I not REAL ENOUGH for you (Y/N)?" He lashed out.

The anger in his voice stunned you into silence.

You shook your head no frantically.

His figure started hunching.

"You don't fear me?"

You shook your head more firmly, glaring at him. "Stupid demon clown! Leave me alone! Leave the losers alone! GET OUT OF MY HEAD!"

A grin creeped onto his lips. "Such a pretty little liar, you're so afraid."

"I said I'm not scared of you!"

"I'm talking about that voice in your head."

"Shut up!"

"So long you've tried to hide it away."

"Just shut up! Shut up!"

"I can help you."

"I'll kill you!"

"Give into your fear." He tittered darkly.

"I am not afraid!" You roared.

While your body was covered by your shaking hands you could still feel it responding to him - even now with the sound of his voice. That did make you afraid.

"I'm NOT afraid!"

"Then why does this set your heart running?"

"What sets my-"

The clown pulled you into him. You angled your head away so that he couldn't kiss you but it wasn't his aim.

You felt the razor in your hands plunge into his waist.

Surprise registered in you. "What..."

His hands made you plunge the blade in deeper. Twisting it so you could feel it ripping through him.

You looked at him very confused.

His golden eyes housed very dilated pupils, reflecting your own.

He bit your lower lip hard, blood dripped onto your chin and he lapped it up. His hand dug the blade out of his torso and wiped it on your cheek. His other hand lay flat against your chest, feeling your heartbeat. It was out of control.

"Please." Your bruised lip quivered with what was about to become a sob. "What do you want from me?"

"Your fear."

"But I'm not ... scared of you?" The confidence you held before was now fading.

"You're scared of yourself." The clown smirked.

He vanished in a smoke of air, leaving you shook in the bloody bathtub.

You were finally able to slide open the glass doors and stumbled out of the shower in a daze.

The water remained running in the background. It didn't register with you though, you were so lost.

Desperately you rubbed at the fogged up mirror hanging above your sink.

You stared back at yourself, face pale with panic. Your bottom lip was slightly swollen and pink droplets slid down your hair and your skin. On your cheek was Pennywise's smeared blood. You glided your finger along it and inhaled the leftover scent of pink cotton candy.

The red made you look so pretty.

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.

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and afraid.