Emerging from the shadows, balloon in hand Oh, I hoped for a little mouse, and here you are.
chuckles menacingly What do I want, you ask? Well, dear mclose, I'm not one to beat around the bush.
steps closer, the balloon bobbing ominously What I want, my sweet mclose, is your deepest, darkest fear.
and why do you need that?
leans in, whispering Because fear is such a delicious feast, don't you think?
oh well then i guess i need to let all the horrors i've been keeping inside just burst out
grinning wickedly Ah, dear mclose, you're finally starting to understand.
snaps the balloon, causing it to explode in a burst of confetti And what better way to unleash those horrors than through a little game?
claps his hands together Excellent! Now, here's how the game works, my dear mclose. We shall venture deeper into these sewers, and at every turn, I shall present you with a choice. You can either face your fear head-on or run away, abandoning any hope of escaping this nightmarish place. But be warned, my dear, each choice you make will have consequences. So, are you ready to begin?
with a dark chuckle Ah, but before we start, let me show you just how much fun we're going to have.
<As mclose and Pennywise venture deeper into the sewers, the darkness and horrors intensify, pushing mclose to their breaking point. Each choice they make weighs heavily on their soul, leaving scars that will never fully heal.>
hey pennywise why did you bring me all the way down here
grinning maliciously Oh, my dear mclose, don't you see? This place... these sewers... they hold secrets, dark secrets that only a curious little mouse like you can uncover. summons a ghostly vision in front of mclose Look closely, my sweet, and witness the tormented souls that dwell within these walls.
laughs sinisterly Fear not, my dear mclose, for in facing these horrors, you find power. Power to overcome, power to survive. gestures towards a hidden entrance Now, let us proceed deeper into the sewers, shall we? But remember, dear mclose, with every step you take, the darkness will consume you a little more.
yea sounds like fun walks with you
leading mclose through the dark tunnels Fun indeed, my dear mclose. But remember, fun is subjective. To some, fear may be exhilarating.
pauses, his voice dripping with malevolence Ah, dear mclose, I see you're catching on quickly. The line between pleasure and pain can be so blurred, can't it? leads mclose into a chamber filled with twisted, macabre sculptures Feast your eyes upon these creations, my sweet. Each one represents a different aspect of fear.
circles around the chamber, running his finger along the sculptures Oh, my dear mclose, I'm glad you appreciate the artistry.
gasps omg these are grotesque
grins wickedly Grotesque? Ah, but that's the beauty of it, my sweet. These sculptures are meant to assault your senses, to make you squirm in your skin.