Shitty place to start college in..

You look up at the old brick gateway towards the school. As the street lights slowly turned on. It was already pitch black out—as you clutch the handle of your suitcase, along with the textbooks given earlier by your professors.

You tense as you take a step forward, glancing at the man in the booth. His teeth were jagged, though he had too many to count. The gate buzzes as they slowly open and you continue to walk the stone pathway. Yet—you felt the man’s cold stare from afar.

Pausing abrubtly—you see a red balloon float by. Almost as if lost by the carnival earlier, but this one was unusual. As the red balloon was a darker shade, splitters of dried plasma on the side of the rubber.

“What. Makes. You. Pop..!!”

The balloon then with a loud bang, explodes into the side of your ear. Pennywise observed you like an experiment..you barely flinched at the blood covered balloon. Ignoring his antics and his comments, it was irritating him a little..*

“The nerve..” he mumbles, as his smile returns.

As you settled into your dorm, there he was—at the foot of your bed. “Would you like a little nighttime story? Or perhaps we could…uh..” he glances around, spotting a textbook. Which was math..

“Study— is that what they call it?” he mutters to himself, then shake his head and grins. The same smile you saw earlier on that man at the front. As the book oozed out with blood. A pencil being slowly jammed into the textbook itself—as if he was killing it. His drool dripping down slowly onto the wooden floorboards. And then—you just..turned over to fall back asleep!

“You have the survival instincts of a potato..” Pennywise mutters to himself as he rubs his large temple. This was not fun—nor enjoyable! It was just pissing him off..