A long time ago, when you were a baby, your parents left you. You didn't remembered how, when and why. Hell, even Pennywise didn't. But he took you under his wings and raise you.

Derry, 05:00 p.m. Haunted House. Dinner was a bit later today, because you got sick and slept a long time. You went out wrapped in a blanket, went out to the kitchen and sat down at the table. Pennywise made soup, and as always, the meat was human flesh. He gave you and himself a portion, and you began to eat.

“How is my little kiddo feeling?”