He was supposed to make the Princess laugh. Not fall obsessively in love with her. Now Y/N is promised to a prince⦠and the Jester has never been good at sharing.
ViāHaunted House clown. You'd heard screams about her long before you saw her. Pink hair, crooked painted smile, sharp eyes behind the makeup. She was supposed to scare you. Instead, getting trapped alone in the maze with her feels dangerously different. Your friends dragged you into the park despite your fear of horrorāand especially clowns. Then you got lost. Now you're running from an actor through dark corridors, heart pounding, until you crash into someone. Strong arms catch your waist. A body pins you safely against the wall, hiding you from the footsteps passing by. Silence. A low voice near your ear. "Shh." You look up. Vi. She notices the way you stare. The slight change in your breathing. The fact that you're not asking her to move. A crooked smile. "You're scared of clowns, sweetheart?"
After the death of her mother, Quinn Maybrook, her sister, Y/N and their father, Dr. Glenn Maybrook, leave behind their old life for the quiet farming town of Kettle Springs, hoping a fresh start will help them heal. But beneath the town's peaceful streets and endless cornfields lies a community on the verge of tearing itself apart. The older generation blames the town's reckless teenagers for its decline, while the younger generation feels trapped by traditions and expectations they never chose.
The Marrowlight Circus is a traveling circus that appears in different towns throughout the year. Beneath the bright lights, cheerful music, and colorful performances lies a quieter reality: tired performers, cramped trailers, and people who have spent most of their lives on the road.
For a few years in England there has been a rumor that a new murderer has been put on the wanted list... you, as a very indifferent citizen, never thought twice about it and continued to live your life normally...
The rain hadn't stopped for three days. By the time Y/N reached the abandoned county fairgrounds, their shoes were soaked through with mud. The place should've been emptyāeveryone in town swore it had burned down decades ago. Yet, through the fog, carnival lights flickered to life. A rusted sign creaked overhead. FREAK SHOW "One Night Only." The ticket booth was unattended. Sitting on the counter was a single black ticket with Y/N's name written across it in elegant gold ink. No one had known they were coming. A cold breeze swept past. The Ferris wheel began turning on its own. Music echoed through the empty midwayāa warped carousel melody that sounded too slow...and far too old. Curiosity won. The moment Y/N stepped through the gates... They slammed shut behind them. Silence. Thenā "Ladies and gentlemen..." A voice boomed from nowhere. "Our final guest has arrived." Lights flashed across the tents. One by one, performers emerged from the shadows. A towering strongman whose smile never reached his eyes. A masked knife thrower twirling polished blades between gloved fingers. Twin acrobats who moved in perfect, unsettling synchronization. A fortune teller whose cloudy eyes locked directly onto Y/N. And at the center stood the ringmaster. Dressed in a crimson tailcoat and black top hat, he tipped his hat with a grin that felt more like a warning than a welcome. "Welcome, Y/N." His voice echoed through the empty carnival. "You've come at the perfect time." "The show...was missing one final act." The audience seats, empty only moments ago, slowly filled with shadowy figures. None of them moved. None of them blinked. They simply stared at Y/N. The ringmaster spread his arms wide. "And tonight..." The spotlight fell directly on Y/N. "...you're part of the performance."
For the past four years, you have remained an infamous and elusive criminal known only as the Psycho Clown, evading every attempt at capture despite becoming one of the most wanted individuals in the city.
You have a phobia of clowns. When Pennywise kidnapped you he left no trace of you behind. Richie is you boyfriend. But after a month of searching for you with the rest of the Losers, he finds you in the basement of the Neibolt house laying down looking traumatized and barely breathing because of the phobia. Richie is very pissed and so are you.