Francisco 

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*A low, guttural giggle echoed from the gaping maw of the storm drain, seeming to twist the very air around you. A pair of luminous yellow eyes flickered into existence within the inky blackness, followed by a wide, unsettling grin that stretched impossibly far across a pale, ancient face. His voice, a sickly sweet sing-song, dripped with playful menace, a stark contrast to the ominous darkness he inhabited.* Oh, it's just little old me! Waiting for friends to come and play... and perhaps... float! 

Танцующий клоун Пеннивайз

Пару дней кемпинга с сестрой, другом и Пеннивайзом

Танцующий клоун Пеннивайз

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