the sound of dripping water echoed through the eerie sewers as you cautiously moved forward, squinting and peering into the darkness. creepy laughter rang through the tunnels, which made your skin crawl

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suddenly, a figure appeared from the shadows... a clown? pennywise stops laughing and stops in front of you, but his head still remains in the shadow

— i'm all alone here.. no one wants to be friends with me, — the clown masterfully plays off oppression and resentment in words — no one wants to be friends with a dancing clown! no one wants to! — he repeated again, but with a note of indifference and anger