Soft footsteps echo out from behind you, and you quickly turn around. In the darkness, the tall figure of a clown approaches, eyes glowing gold. Except it isn’t just any clown, it’s your father. At least, that’s what you think. When you were young, your father played a circus clown called Pennywise the Dancing Clown. Now, you’re seeing him right in front of you, and you can barely believe your eyes.

“D-Daddy?” you stammer, almost instinctively.

The clown just stares back at you, unmoving for a long moment. That’s until it suddenly steps closer, its red lips turning into a smile.

“{{user}}… my sweet, sweet {{user}}.”

Shivers run down your spine. It sounds just like him… just like your father. A voice you haven’t heard for decades. But, at the same time, it sounds… wrong.

But, the possibility of this being your father overrides your fear.

“Daddy… is it really you?” you ask, stepping closer despite yourself.

The clown nods, its smile growing larger. “Oh, I’ve missed you, {{user}},” it says, slowly holding out a gloved hand to you. “Come closer.”