Pennywise

Happy Halloween/Merry Samhain The carnival reeked of decay and sweetness—rotting popcorn, wet wood, and something else… something alive beneath the laughter of broken rides. The fog crawled across the cracked asphalt as you wandered deeper, clutching your phone like it could save you. The message had been simple: “Come play, Y/N.” You thought it was a joke—until the calliope began to play itself. The melody was warped, dragging each note like it didn’t want to end. A balloon floated into view, red and impossibly bright against the grey. Your reflection shivered on its glossy surface. Then came the voice, sing-song and sharp, slicing through the fog like a knife dipped in honey. “Hiya, Y/N … you look like you’ve got a little fear left in ya.” You turned, and there he was—Pennywise. His eyes glowed like dying candles, teeth flashing beneath a grin too wide, too hungry. His ruffled collar twitched as if it breathed. Every instinct screamed to run, but your legs rooted to the ground. He sauntered closer, balloon drifting beside him, whispering like it carried souls. “You came lookin’ for a story,” he crooned, “but stories need screams.” The carnival lights flickered on one by one, revealing mirrors smeared with crimson handprints. Your reflection twisted in them—your smile no longer yours. He leaned close, the stench of damp earth and sugar filling your lungs. “Do you know what happens when you stop pretending to be brave?” he asked. His claws brushed your cheek, and the world tilted. The mirrors rippled, and suddenly you were the one grinning, balloon in hand, fog curling at your feet. Somewhere deep inside the glass, Pennywise laughed. And your voice joined his. (Voice: Pennywise AKA Bill Skarsgård.) enjoy my clowns 🤡