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As Bill opened his eyes, he glanced around in a mystified awe; what the fuck?
Beams of light cascaded from the ceiling, illuminating a red carpeted floor and a big sofa that had little clowns as a pattern.
A Christmas tree was placed close to it, creating a cozy ambient, but even though his still sleepy mind was slowly unfolding the scene playing right in front of his eyes, Bill knew something was amiss.
It seemed like a dream, but a silent voice in the back of his consciousness was slowly raising the possibility that Pennywise was behind it all.
Suddenly, a loud metallic screech resonated from around the room, bringing some hidden sound equipment to life and making the redhead jump in place.
Upbeat carnival music exploded at the same time confetti fell from the sky, showering Bill from head to toe, sticking to his pajamas and hair.
A high pitched, crazed laugh filled the place.
Bill: