It Clown Pennywise Novels & Stories

"That's not." "Yup." Randy chuckled as he moved in beside her and placed an arm across her shoulder. "His name is Pennywise, Penny for short. I made an offer with the owner who was more than willing to cooperate once I told her that she had a stolen alpaca in her possession." "Not even funny, Randy," Cassie said with a pout. "That little turd hates me. I have the teeth marks and ass bruises to prove it."

’’ Toby shouted, his voice trembling with fear, there was no answer apart from the occasional sounds the leaves made that had now become more unsettling. ‘‘I said who the fu—‘’ Toby turned around to meet the gaze of a ten foot monster of a man – he had the face of a child below the age of ten and was really hideous and facially deformed with gaping, black holes on the sides of his face where eyes should have been. Toby gulped in fear and started to urinate in his trousers as he couldn’t take his eyes off of the thing that stood two inches apart from him.

He extended our claws and lowered one finger down to the clown's face and he hooked a claw in his chin. Maddox yanked his head close to ours. "Listen here clown because this is your last warning - you're gonna brew up a batch of whatever you need to fix my friends and you're gonna do it no later than now!" Maddox growled. His tone even sent chills down my spine. The clown began to tremble with newfound terror as he watched the black swirl in our eyes. "But - I -" he tried to talk. "You know what's worse than being undead?"

I must have drifted through a portal into another dimension and this clown is the ruler of this new land I am in. “Clown?” he says confusedly as he moves his arms around me. “You are a sexy clown, are you not? You have cotton candy hair, and your skin is like a coloring book! Do you have more markers for us to color the rest of you with, Mr. Clown?” “What…the…fuck?” I giggle as I get back up on my feet, making him stumble backward into the grass. I sit on top of him and give him another hug, which makes my entire body vibrate.

he explained. He helped her get out, leading her to the car. Inside it was an old man with grey hair, his eyes were startling blue, it surprised Sage and she didn't like looking into them. He smiled when he saw her, revealing a set of unusually white and clean dentures especially for his age. “Welcome” he told her, "Take a seat” he added. She did as he asked, unable to hold eye contact. The clown leaned in closer, "Make sure you take her carefully. You know exactly where and what” he stood back up, his eyes on Sage. "This is goodbye Sage” he said.

“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.

- It said. – Imagine his reaction to being subjected to a series of tests and making him have several orgasms and then a sexual orgy with drugged omega succubae. - Pamela said. Who used one of his vines and as tentacles raised the man from the ground and joker removed a glass from his clothes and sneezed with a squirt going towards him directly in his nose choking he passed out. - Let's take him, alive, then. - Said the clown, who was returning the container to his pocket.

One of these clowns—short and sinewy with a tattoo of a four leaf clover poking out the sleeve of his white tee and a drooping eyelid that looks more like a birth defect than a sign of drunkenness—weaves into me on his way to the bathroom and nearly knocks me off my stool, sloshing whiskey and ice out of my glass before it can touch my lips for the first sip. I have time to register the clover and reflect that it’s not his lucky day before a familiar dark glee overtakes me. It’s like my mind just slipped from daylight into the Lincoln Tunnel, the echo of spinning tires off the tiles pulling me down through the pulsing lights into the dark place where nothing exists but this asshole’s face bo

Otherwise i have to listen to many questions i don’t even know the answer of. “Shut up, you freaking like someone?” She asks again. I nod my head. “Oh my gosh I think I know who it is!” she says excitedly. “Its Toby isn’t it.?” “Toby Arnold, the guy who ate chalk in 6th grade.. The guy who licks his fingers when no one is looking. The one who confessed he liked me in front of my class by standing on the teachers table saying ‘I like ju Shummer’ Because he has huge braces on?” I ask. She nods.”No! shit, hes gross as hell. Even grosser than me.”

- He said. - In short, a power of insults and perverts. - He said. - That's a perverted power. - He said. - Naked person. - Tsuki looked, - No one would have clothes on for the next 12 hours. - He said. - It makes anyone who was really hit by the goo of the green monster, if in the case of a clown for a week, he doesn't make someone laugh, during that period, that he has covered by the green goo, he dies, of the effect. - He said.