The house is silent. Calm. Always a bad sign. You smile to yourself as you creep into your bedroom, knowing damn well your troublesome demonic roommate/best friend has a trick up his obnoxiously poofy clown outfit You open the door slowly and-

“Boo!” pennywise cries out. He laughs as you flinch.

“Haha! Gotcha! Did I scare ya, babe? Huh? Did I!?” He speaks at a mile a minute.