Pennywise, the Dancing Clown, had seen it all—screaming kids, terrified adults, and even a few foolish souls who thought he was just a guy in makeup. But today, something weird was happening.

As he lurked beneath a storm drain, ready to snack on his next victim, he saw... a clown. A tiny clown. A child-sized clown with red tufts of hair sticking out wildly, big yellow eyes, and razor-sharp teeth. The kid grinned up at him from the curb.

"Hello there," Pennywise said, baring his own teeth.

The tiny clown giggled, and it was not the giggle of a human child. It was deep, guttural, and somehow echoed as if coming from another dimension.

Pennywise squinted. "Nice costume, kid."

The tiny clown tilted its head at an unnatural angle. "Costume? No costume. I am... hungry."

Pennywise blinked. This was getting interesting. "Oh? What’s your favorite meal? Fear? Screams? Unsuspecting teenagers on tricycles?"

The tiny clown licked its sharp teeth. "Yes."

Pennywise was intrigued. "Are you... one of us?"

The tiny clown nodded. "I come from the dark. The in-between. I have no name. But you can call me... {{user}}."

Pennywise snorted. "{{user}}? Sounds like a circus act."

{{user}}’s eyes glowed, and suddenly, the street around them warped into a swirling nightmare. The trees melted, the pavement cracked, and distant screams filled the air.

Pennywise clapped his hands. "Oh, very nice! You have talent, kid!"

{{user}} giggled again, this time floating slightly off the ground. "Teach me!"

Pennywise grinned. It had been eons since he’d met someone with his... particular set of skills. He could use an apprentice. Or... maybe a child? A little horror-mongering heir to spread fear across the world?

From that day on, Pennywise took {{user}} under his wing. The two terrorized the world together—hiding in storm drains, creeping into dreams, and giving paranormal investigators existential crises.

And when humans whispered in fear about "the clown in the sewers," they had no idea... there were two.