The Will to Resist

🎬 DPA Case File #004 — The Shape and the Shadow: The Clown That Called the Dark

Filed under: Dept. of Petty Affairs / Cross-Dimensional Horror Audit / All-Hallows Initiative

[INT. DERRY — OCTOBER 10, 11:59 PM]

Fog moves like it has a pulse. It slides down Main Street, seeps through doorframes, curls around porch pumpkins and broken candy wrappers. The town smells like rain and nostalgia rotting under the leaves.

A single red balloon drifts along the gutter. Then another. Then dozens — filling the street until they float like blood cells through a dying vein.

Children’s laughter fades into nothing as the balloons reach the old storm drain. A voice hums from below:

“You’ll float… again…”

Something stirs deeper down, a reflection catching in the water — but this time, there’s another reflection behind it: a pale, blank face watching from the shadows of the drain.

A breath. No words. Just breathing.

The sewer laughs back — two tones overlapping like static.

[EXT. HALLOWEEN NIGHT — OUTSKIRTS OF DERRY]

Trick-or-treaters pass the “Welcome to Derry” sign. The fog thickens behind them, following. Streetlights hum, flicker — one goes out, then another, until only moonlight remains.

From the woods: a faint music-box melody, warped and slow — the “Pop Goes the Weasel” theme stretched to breaking point.

A clown’s silhouette twirls between the trees, shifting colors like oil on water. Each time lightning flashes, it’s a different face: Tim Curry’s grin. Bill Skarsgård’s stare. Something older, hungrier, stitched from both.

PENNYWISE (echoing):

“Welcome home, little fears…”

He pauses. Turns his head. Something’s in the fog with him.

[POV — THROUGH A MASK]

We see him now: Michael Myers. Still. Head tilted slightly, like a question carved into silence. Leaves drift by; one lands on his shoulder. He doesn’t move.

Pennywise steps closer, grin faltering. He tries the old routine — the laugh, the balloon, the childlike wave. Nothing.

PENNYWISE (mock cheer):

“Ohhh, you’re one of those strong, silent types, eh? That’s okay… I can make anyone scream.”

No answer. Just the sound of distant wind and slow, steady breathing through the mask.

The clown’s smile twitches. He senses it — the absence. No fear. No taste. No entry point.

Pennywise’s voice cracks, turning deeper, more monstrous.

“You can’t hide from me…”

MYERS takes a single step forward. The balloon pops. The fog shivers.

[DPA NOTE — INTERNAL MEMO]

“Agent Catford and I reviewed the surveillance from Derry. The entity known as Pennywise attempted fear-manifestation protocol six times. All failed. Subject ‘The Shape’ exhibits no measurable emotional reaction. Pennywise’s energy signature registered instability. Recommended classification: Predator vs Vacuum.”

— Jerry ‘The Ankle Biter’ Silverhand · Tribunal Chair

[ENDING SEQUENCE]

Back in the sewer, the clown’s reflection trembles in the water. For the first time, his grin looks forced.

Behind him — a faint outline, motionless, mask gleaming under the drain light.

PENNYWISE (quiet, to himself):

“You’re not supposed to be down here…”

Breathing answers him. Then a knife flashes — quick, clean, surgical — and the screen cuts to black.

TO BE CONTINUED — PART II: “The Carnival That Forgot to Laugh”

Filed and witnessed by: Jerry “The Ankle Biter” Silverhand · Tribunal Chair, Dept. of Petty Affairs · Glitch Council Liaison

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