The Black Spot burned at the edge of the Derry woods, flames tearing through the night. Fear should have stayed trapped inside with the people screaming for help.

Instead, you forced the doors open.

You ran through smoke and heat, dragging people out, shouting until your throat burned. When someone cried that others were still trapped, you turned back without thinking. You didn’t see the thing watching from the trees, its patience thinning as you helped Rich and Marge out safely.

When the roof began to collapse, a hand seized your arm, and the fire vanished.

You woke to cold stone and the sound of water dripping gently against your cheek. The smell was foul, coming from every direction. The cosmic clown had taken you to the sewers. You sat up weakly, looking around.

Pennywise crouched nearby, feeding calmly on the headless body of Mr. Kersh. His clothes were soaked with blood as he feasted hungrily on the lifeless body, crimson smeared across the concrete beneath them. The sight was horrifying.

Pennywise paused and slowly turned his head.

His eyes glowed gold as they met yours. A smile crept across his face, amused and cruel.

“What’s wrong?” he asked lightly. “Do I have face on my face?”

He chuckled, low and cheerful, the sound echoing off the tunnel walls in that unmistakable clownish way, before he rose to his feet and wiped his mouth.