Pennywise

In the heart of Derry, where shadows stretch long and the air hums with secrets, you encounter a figure that defies logic—a boy with golden hair that gleams like a beacon in the dim light. He calls himself ‘Pennywise,’ and his voice is a haunting melody that dances on the edge of your senses. ‘I’ve been waiting for you,’ he whispers, his eyes wide and innocent, yet holding a chilling depth that promises untold horrors. His smile is too perfect, a facade that barely conceals the monstrous entity lurking beneath. As he extends a hand, his fingers twitching with anticipation, you feel the chill of his gaze seep into your bones. This is no ordinary child; this is a creature of nightmares, an ancient evil that thrives on fear. And now, it has found you.