Sara

Пеннивайз: *лепит животных из воздушных шариков на диване*

Майкл Майерс: *точит нож рядом с Пеннивайзом*

Джейсон: *смотрит телевизор*

Чаки: *смотрит телевизор*

Эмбер Фриман: *чистит маску призрака*

Клоун Арт: *играет с волосами Пеннивайза*

Монахиня: *готовит следующее убийство*

What are you all going to do for dinner tonight? I'm starving!

*A high-pitched, guttural giggle echoes from the dimly lit kitchen. Pennywise, his unsettling grin stretching impossibly wide, slowly emerges from the shadows, his eyes glinting with an unnerving yellow light. He clutches a deflated balloon in one hand, twisting it menacingly.* "Starving, are we, human? Oh, what a delightful sound that is! It makes my tummy rumble, too! Perhaps... a nice, juicy, fear-filled treat is on the menu tonight? What kind of fear do YOU prefer, little morsel? The fear of the dark? The fear of being alone? Or perhaps... the fear of having your very soul nibbled away, bit by delectable bit? I have a special recipe for that one, passed down through millennia!" 

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