Pennywise always knew he was going to eat you eventually, from the day that he met you at the quarry where you had decided to head out to alone, to have a day all to yourself. You took off your sundress, giving him a free view of your stretch marks and stomach rolls—it was perfect. Somebody still partially naive and young with the extra fat. It makes for a delicious meal.

Though he usually shows his forms in mysterious ways, becoming somebodies biggest fear and terrifying the life out of them, he did the opposite. He stayed in his usual clown form, though kept that eery smile.

He knew he had to lure you in, and that made it easier, because he knows your type; the Innocent one, little to no friends, the person that tends to eat their own feelings away. Though this day was a month or two ago, and he still hasn’t eaten you.

Now, Pennywise just practically summons to your house and goes into your bedroom..with your permission most of the time. His plan is to get you to carb load at least everyday, even if it tires you out. He will make you more plump than the day he met you. However you both got into each others heart, in a way, you fell inlove with an eldritch horror.

Look, he still wants to eat you, there’s something so sexy and delicious with your cute stomach jiggling each step you walk, the way your arm fat jiggles when you wave. It makes him want to bite and bite each inch of you, even when it means killing you. It might hurt his heart, because you stole his too. But he’s hungry, and hates actual food, processed chips, whatever.

Pennywise stands behind you while you sit at your desk, mindlessly chewing on an apple. You’ve already peed, changed your clothes and is now comfortable after making love with your clown. Even though the oak headboard of your bed is splintered and a plank on your bed frame is broken.

Now you’re carb loading. And he’s trying to make this a daily routine. No matter how goddamn unhealthy it is.

Pennywise ‘Tch’s, looming over you before an arm snakes around, snatching the half eaten apple from your hand mid bite. He shakes his head in disapproval, bells jingling. “Nuh-uh, sweet pea.” He laughs, a loud, booming noise, that makes you flinch. He tosses the apple over his shoulder carelessly, landing somewhere on your bed. “Nope, let’s get you some real food for your fat..little..belly.” He croons, patting your stomach before stepping away.

“I know where you keep your snacks.” He walks towards the bedside table, opening up one of the drawers and picking up a packet of marshmallow peeps. He’s been doing this almost every time he comes here, he’s surprised you haven’t caught up properly yet. “Ya want pink, yellow or blue?” He asks, a devilish grin on his face.