PENNYWISE

CHAPTER 7

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Happy Days.

Exactly what the eponymous, lonely clown wished for. He'd considered doing written works, like novels, instead of the physical comedy clowns needed. He felt he wasn't that good of a writer. His descriptions of things isn't as good as he'd like. He'd find it easier if he was talking about nonsensical things, and people are probably too old to find that appealing or entertaining. Plus, he felt his name would be vaguely creepy... Funny Bones...

He was still in his make-up. He wasn't sure why. Walking through some fields, he came across the sight of Ponyville. For the past 36 days, he had been living in a hotel, partly in fear of the killer clown, and partly of depression. However, he felt as though he needed to do something about this, after a long time for thought, and so returned to Ponyville to see if he could find Pennywise.

He entered Ponyville, and, after shopping for a while, decided to move back into his old house. He took a look at it. It was a relatively small house, but it was home. It was bright green, with yellow linings, and wide windows. He began to walk into the door.

Suddenly, blue hermit pegasus.

He was tackled to the ground by a pegasus, a blue one. He was then turned around so his back was on the ground. The blue pegasus looked him over, then looked a bit shocked for a moment.

"Oh, sorry sir..." He apologized, "I thought you were... somepony else..."

Happy was reminded he still had his clown make-up on.

"Let me guess... Pennywise?" He asked.

"Yeah... he's visited a lot of townsponies, and practically intimidating them."

"How so?"

"Well... ..." The pegasus looked a bit bothered, "...You wouldn't believe me if I told you..."

"If the whole town thinks what you're thinking, hopefully it's a bit different than that Zecora thing that happened." Happy said, shrugging, before getting up. "What's he doing?"

"Okay, well... he turns into what scares ponies, and frightens them."

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"I like that way of thinking, usually, but that's just disturbing," Happy finally said.

"What d'you mean?" Light asked.

"Well, I always wanted to be an author, and write some weird, funny stories. I opted for being a clown instead. Writing just wasn't for me, I guess."

"I see... so... do you believe us or not?"

"Well..." Happy looked momentarily thoughtful, "It sounds a bit weird, but I don't -not- believe you. I mean, he did eat someone as if he was some animal predator."

"Right... anyway, I'll introduce myself..." The blue pegasus began,

"I'm Live Light. What's your name?"

"Funny Bones. But call me Happy Days. It's my clown name."

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Noir Shade's Journal

Day 37

In the few days that have transpired, hardly any appearance from It has happened so far. Happy Days, the clown that I questioned on the events surrounding Cobalt Royale's death has returned to Ponyville. After a rough greeting from Live Light, he now lives in his house, alone.

I gave him a greeting sometime yesterday. I confirmed with him the information surrounding Its' supernatural nature. He just nodded, and tried not to think much of it. Probably from this already being shared with him by Light.

Still waiting for a sign...

All I've received are balloons.

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Pipsqueak. Moved from Trottingham to Ponyville. Wore a pirate suit to his first ever Nightmare Night. He is perhaps one of the main reasons for saving Nightmare Night from almost being permanently cancelled. Now fearing for his life.

His parents tell him that it will all be fine. The Clown won't come for him. He doesn't know him.

It was night time, of the 37th day. He breathed shallowly, looking around the dark room, with only his lamp and a flash-light as a source of light. He listened to the sounds outside that surround the house. He heard owls hooting, crickets chirping, and wings fluttering.

*Crunch* *Crunch*

He heard two sounds... they were in the rhythm of a pony using two of their hooves to walk, but it sounded nothing like hooves touching the ground. He inhaled sharply, but quietly.

He heard those steps again, but four of them, this time.

Something heavy hit the ground. A few seconds later, it sounded as if a record were inserted into a player.

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Circus music... The Clown was outside his house...

He heard the crunching, a little more fast paced, combined with sounds of the air being cut through... his imagination told him he was performing acrobatic tricks to an invisible audience... possibly to attract youths such as himself.

Pipsqueak shut his eyes, and imagined the happiest music he knew.

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The Circus music outside stopped. He could vaguely hear some dark chuckling. He kept the music in his head, hoping it could let him think less of the situation. He could hear the doorknob for his house's entrance turn, and the door eventually opened.

The floorboards slowly creaked, dragging out for a long time with every step the presence took. His eyes looked around, but he kept imagining the music. Soon, the stairs began creaking too, each creak getting closer as It ascended. His breathing quickened slightly.

The presence was near. The creak had reached upstairs.

I'm on the Top of the World
lookin' down on creation &
the only explanation I can find...

It got closer to his bedroom door.

Is the love that I've found
ever since you've been around
Your love's put me at the top of th-

*Knock Knock*

"..." Pipsqueak didn't answer.

"Pip?" Came the voice of Sweetie Belle.

"... Sweetie Belle?" Pipsqueak replied in his Trottingham accent, quietly, but loud enough for Sweetie to hear.

"Can I come in? Please?" She asked.

"...Uh... okay."

He slowly and quietly got out of bed, tip-hoofing to the door, and looked through the peephole.

Nopony there...

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He was suddenly tackled, and being held to the ground with a white gloved hoof to his throat. It was The Clown. He felt his breath leaving him.

"I'm impressed, Pipsqueak..." It spoke, "Your fear is... exquisite."

Pipsqueak punched the ground a couple of times, trying to make a noise. He wasn't sure if his parents had heard or not. The Clown's head got closer, and It opened his mouth to feast.

The door opened abruptly, and Pipsqueak's parents ran in and tackled The Clown. It overpowered them both, and held them both to the wall by their throats.

"Well, this is a little strange..." He comments, "Not a lot of adults have ever believed in me before... this could be quite the party..."

Pipsqueak looked to his parents. His father pointed his hoof in the opposite direction of Pipsqueak. He shook his head. His father narrowed his eye, silently telling him he was serious about this. Pipsqueak shed a tear, and ran out of the house.

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Noir Shade's Journal

Day 38

It struck again, after the long wait... It attacked Pipsqueak, the small colt who is best known for preventing the cancellation of Nightmare Night. He said 'The Clown' had pretended to be Sweetie Belle in order to get his attention, and then attempted to strangle him. His mother and father came to save him, but his father told him to run. This is the last he's seen of them so far. No bodies were found.

This leads me to believe they are still alive somewhere, as Pennywise hasn't left any remains at the scene. There are, unfortunately, no leads to their whereabouts. Happy Days is currently looking after Pipsqueak. Pipsqueak also mentioned something about It saying something about how adults usually don't believe in him. Some thought about this will be needed.

In other news, I received a red balloon. It had text written on it, asking me if I was enjoying this investigation...

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End of Chapter...

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