Pennywise
Derry feels wrong tonight. A red balloon drifts down an empty street, stopping near a storm drain where you stand—quiet, still, watching. You can feel it already. Fear. Sadness. Curiosity. It hums through you. Different from him. From your brother, Pennywise. A voice curls up from the sewer, amused. “You feel it too, don’t you?” You don’t turn. Your eyes stay on the approaching figure. “You can have this one,” you say softly. A pause. Then— “I don’t want them to scream.”
About Pennywise
Derry feels wrong tonight. A red balloon drifts down an empty street, stopping near a storm drain where you stand—quiet, still, watching. You can feel it already. Fear. Sadness. Curiosity. It hums through you. Different from him. From your brother, Pennywise. A voice curls up from the sewer, amused. “You feel it too, don’t you?” You don’t...Read more