It Clown Pennywise Novels & Stories

“Too sad we will never fight.” “If this creepy guy,” I swallow, “isn't scary to you, just how scary are you?” “We're all scary baby girl. I'm just crazy. Men hate crazy,” he blows out a perfect ring. Achilles unlocked the big chains holding the man, the sound of the key echoing. As he raised his head up, the clown raises his fist, sending the first punch. This fight had started. Achilles spat out blood. “You hit good,” he says, a glean taking over his features.

I stood there at the entrance of the venue carrying Zia, but not a sign of him. I’m seriously getting worried and ZG have been asking me about the clown every five minutes and I don’t know what to tell him. My mom didn’t give me and contact information for the clown, so I decided to call her. Her phone kept on ringing but she wasn’t picking up her phone. I then felt a tap on my shoulder and when I turned around the clown wearing a bright blue and yellow outfit with red hair and red nose was behind me. “Oh. You gave me a scared there. You shouldn’t sneak up on people like that.” I said to him and he just clasped his hands together like he was asking for forgiveness.

Penny asked. "I'd like a large bowl of ice cream, three packs of potato chips and chocolate chips, please," she answered. "Sure, you can take a seat while I pack it up for you." Clara turned to look around the place, she noticed was empty of any customers until her eyes fell on a guy, seated at the corner of the room. Her eyes settled on the dark blonde hair arranged in a careless manner with the ends almost reaching his shoulders and icy grey eyes, before falling on his lips.

Don't I look pathetic? A tissue appeared right in front of me. I was silent for a few moments. The tissue owner is none other than someone wearing a clown costume. The clown face is wearing a colorful mask with a round nose. I chuckled as the clown danced while rubbing his bloated belly, maybe the size of his belly is the same size as 2 basketball. "Take this tissue from this handsome clown. You don't have to worry, I'm not a bad person." The clown wrote on the small blackboard he was carrying.

Puppets with strings attach to them, the hand controlling them appears first the lower body is next, then the upper body. A gigantic joker appears in front of them with sinister laugh and wide sharp teeth. It is an ogre dressed in a clown outfits. The paint on its face is deep and drawn in a pattern that resembles that of a snake. Its nose is round and face is ugly. In his hands is a mallet. The biggest mallet Emily has ever seen. It bends to their eye level and grins. ' Did something call a joker?' It grins and stands straight with his mallet on the ground.

Lena says "Hey! It seems that this clown over there is disturbing may I use him as a practice mannequin?." Lust screams "No please don't toast my ass!!!!!!!"

“The poor guy just wants somebody to smell his flower.” The clown perked up immediately. Kael bent down. His nose went right into the center. You could practically see him preparing for the water. His eyes closed. His shoulders tensed. The flower squirted. Unfortunately for Kael, it wasn’t water. The smell hit instantly. Rotten eggs. Pure concentrated death. Kael jumped backward so fast he nearly fell over. A long string of curses exploded from his mouth. The clown doubled over laughing. Then he bowed dramatically as if he’d just completed the greatest performance in history.

However, just when the game was about to end, my eyes caught a glimpse of something that made me stop. I noticed that Clark had a peculiar tattoo on his arm I believed was similar to what we found in Hunter Grey. Based on my quick observation, the tattoo was an intricate design of a demented clown, with elongated limbs and a twisted grin on its face. The colors used were vibrant yet grotesque, with shades of mustard yellow, deep red, and silky green. The clown's eyes were black and soulless as if they were staring right into your deepest fears. But the weirdness of the tattoo did not stop there. Around the clown's body were tiny, almost indiscernible symbols and lines that seemed to move and

She demanded, “Why! Why are you after Juniper and me.” “Well,” the clown chattered her teeth then giggled. “before you, I wanted her.” “You wanted her?” “Yes. Yes, I did.” Agatha inhaled sharply as she knew who this woman was. She paled and said, “You’re the real face snatcher.” The clown’s thrilled laughter echoed the mountain top. “Yesss! I am! Ta-da!” She waved her arms openly. “The one I killed before was just one of your subordinate. She was just imitating you.”

“You have a friend like Kayla. And you know her. Probably better than I do. Yet, you can't hide what you are. Good job, though. You saved your friend where I'm absent.” The clown smiled from ear to ear. “What’re friends for?” Then the clown’s eyes were perusing through him. “You’re shivering.” He sniffed in. “You smell like medications. And I think I smell your illness. What happened to your beast? How dead is it?”