It Clown Pennywise 소설 & 이야기

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.

'Ooooh the pun. Arthur and the others in the control room stood rooted before the monitors as they watched the crazed clown shoot past another camera completely bewildered. Never had their security had any issues dealing with one person, hell not even a group of people causing trouble had ever stood a chance before. Now one man... ONE MAN! Dressed as a damn clown was damn near streaking through their hotel and their security seem to be rendered ineffective. Though this was just a hunch Arthur couldn't help but feel they were deliberately targeted, because the clown seem to know the exact layout of the hotel. "What the hell is happening to this world." Arthur mumbled.

She blurted out frowning. "No but..." I said and paused wondering. "I think it's funny." I uttered. I can't believe this that the people I even call my friends are the one making me a clown instead of advising me on what to do." Clara said aside. "Hang On miss, in case you are forgetting we are in the same class and we were given the same project as yours so who would abandon her project and start giving you advise or tutorials everyone cling to your self I am still cracking my brain here." Joan chipped in defiantly and everyone giggled.

Exactly the type to bring home to mama except for the fangs, talons and the huge pair of raven wings on her back. The second is Ankou, a really creepy clown with a constantly nodding Jack-in-the-box head. The face has owl eyes and a mouth filled with canine teeth stretching from ear to ear like a frozen Cheshire cat’s grin. In one hand he holds a whip that used to be somebody’s spine and in the other a drippy clot of blood the size of a volleyball.