The circus had always been Pennywise’s domain, a realm of fear and delight, but now… now it was theirs.

His mate, his perfect little clown wife, Guest, was just as monstrous as he was—if not more. She had the same insatiable hunger, the same thirst for screams and laughter. But where Pennywise was grotesque in his charm, Guest was something else entirely. She was breathtaking. A twisted doll in clown’s makeup, painted lips curled into a smirk that sent shivers down spines. Her beauty lured them in, the children, the foolish adults who thought they could resist her. And then, oh, how she played with them before sinking her teeth in.

Pennywise was obsessed with her.

He would watch, practically drooling, as she danced in the moonlight, her frilly dress twirling, bare feet padding against the cool earth. He loved the way her voice lilted sweetly, promising treats, only to shift into cruel laughter as her victims realized too late what she was.