The following takes place between Episode 11 and Episode 12.

"Hey guys, Noah here! My mom's going to her highschool reunion in Maine and she let me come with her, because you all know how much I like traveling," he winks. "So today, we're in a little community called Derry."

He does a quick sweep of the setting, a suburban street so lonely he can stand in the middle of the road without fear of being run over. But this one is trashier and more rural-seeming than usual, like slums, and it's day, though the sky is still rather dark thanks to a layer of heavy clouds hanging over Maine. He crouches and points the camera downwards at a manhole cover. Inscribed on its iron is "DERRY SEWER".

"Derry was always a small town, but once its children started disappearing, the population began shriveling up over the years. It's only a few people away from being registered as a village at this point. We're not here to explore Derry though; we're here to explore its sewer. Why? Well, with all the disappearances, a lot of rumors started springing up, about a monster clown in the sewers snatching up children. Yeah, I'm sure we'll find some giant mutated gators down here too," he mocks the urban legends while setting the camera down on the cement.

With his freed hands, he picks the cover up out of place and scrapes it to the side across the asphalt. It opens up a saucer-shaped hole in the ground, with a ladder leading down into the abyss. Mounting his camera to his temple by its strap like a headlight, he begins descending the ladder's creaky rungs.

"Now, don't worry," he assures, his voice becoming more and more echoey the deeper he gets. "This section of the sewer system has been out-of-service for years now. There's so little waste down here it's actually cleaner than the surface, considering all the pollution, so you won't have to worry about any gross stuff. As a matter of fact," he confidently breathes in the tunnel system's air through his nose after hopping down off the ladder. "It actually smells pretty good down here!"

This sewer is similar to the Maintenance Tunnels of Site-19, or the Underground Labs of Mount Massive Asylum. A subterranean complex of cylindrical corridors traced with rusty piping. The only real difference is that the Derry Sewer is made of brick and a vague, green tinge seems to color the atmosphere, like a subtle mist. The sewer's dysfunction is proven by the total lack of water, though you can still hear the echoes of pipes dripping in the distance.

"You know, I don't blame the Derry natives for thinking the town's cursed. According to the timeline I read, the children went missing exactly every 27 years. 1935, 1962, and the last one was in...1989! I wonder how many years it'll be before the next disaster strikes..."

This video would've been uploaded in 2016. Noah isn't very good at math. After a short walk across the tunnel, he quiet downs when he hears a shift in the ambience. He points the camera upwards so you can get a better listen. It's raining.

"Uh oh. Sounds like rain up there. Hope it doesn't get too hard; I am in a SEWER after all!"

Rainwater pools up outside and starts pouring moderately into the tunnel via a storm drain. Something is swept down into the Derry Sewer, carried through the gutter current and spat out down the waterfall. It's a toy boat made from newspaper, soggy and dripping as Noah curiously picks it up out of a puddle to inspect it.

"A paper boat?" he asks under his breath, slightly unfolding it to look for a headline. He doesn't find a headline, but he does find a date. 1989. "Huh, my dad used to make me these all the time when I was a k-..."

Noah holds that thought and drops the boat when he notices something at the very end of the corridor.

A red balloon.

It floats in place, still as a statue, before suddenly being swept away around the corner and out of sight by a gentle breeze.

"What the heck...What's a balloon doing down here..." he utters questionably as he starts jogging after it.

The longer the balloon mischievously evades from Noah, the more he wants to catch it. The cameraboy chases the party decoration throughout Derry's underbelly with the single-mindedness of a dog after a rabbit, following it around another corner. The balloon has stopped, as it's been caught in the hand of a sewer-dweller. A lofty woman with chalk-white skin and a full head of luscious locks, so ginger they're almost crimson. Crimson like her lips and nose, done up in scarlet makeup, and the red paint leaking from her yellow, serpentine eyes as if she's crying blood. She's dressed in a puffy blouse, its corset tight on around her razor-thin waist and its skirt billowing like the train of a wedding dress. She's also wearing white gloves and Victorian boots, her entire attire predominately as white as her skin with trimmings as red as the balloon. She looks like a slutty clown, but creepily lacking in color or passion.

"Hello, Noah," she greets with a disturbingly child-like grin, her voice sultry and whispering. Her face is partially obscured thanks to the balloon she's holding. "Is it your birthday?"

Not even humoring the crazy bitch, Noah turns right the fuck around and goes back the way he came. But she's there too, having teleported behind him.

"AHH!" he shrieks, the whole screen shaking in his jolt.

"Aww, you think you can leave before you open your present?"

"It's not even my birthday!"

"Every day's a birthday party when you're with Pennywise the Dancing Clown!"

All it takes is the loosening of one button in her blouse, and two milky tits the size of grapefruits come spilling out of her neckline with one big jiggle. They didn't look nearly that big when she was buttoned up! She must have a binder underneath that thing. She smirks at Noah, winking and flicking her nipples enticingly. You can hear pounding throbs coming from below. Noah looks down and gasps at the tent jutting outwards from his lap, straining against his fly of his sweatpants. He looks back up with a blush, to see the jester's wagging finger gesture him forth. Noah approaches her, not questioning groping a crazy clown girl in a sewer, and once he gets close enough, he begins digging in. With one hand, Noah fondles and suckles and gropes Pennywise's tits, and with the other, he films himself doing it. You get a close-up of his tongue coiling around one of her nipples before biting down on her areola and slurping fiercely.

She coos while stroking his hair as he digs into her chest, tickled by the prickly sensations of his lips and tongue. "That's a good boy."

Noah wipes his chin of slobber and asks curiously, "So why do they call you 'Pennywise the Dancing Clown'?"

She giggles. "Let me show you~."

She turns around, lets her skirt drop to heap around her ankles, and gets down her hands and knees, spreading her exposed white moon as wide apart as possible. She looks back and watches her ass start to jiggle methodically as she tunes, clenches, and twitches her glutes. After warming up, she begins twerking better than any pornstar or popstar could ever hope to, her muscles sending deep waves rippling across her ass fat in a hypnotic pattern that picks up in intensity and speed. The blubber wriggles around like the milk in a jug, mesmerizing Noah with its suppleness. He gets down on his knees so he can get a closer look, and the protrusion in his pants simply cannot be held back anymore. He pulls the waistband of his joggers down and hooks it on the bottom of his ballsack, finally letting his dick flop out so you can see just how hard it's been contracting.

He grabs his boyhood by its base and gently slots the shaft into Pennywise's tight buttcrack. He doesn't penetrate however, merely letting it sit between her cheeks like a hotdog between two buns. Her booty shakes and dances, straddling his cock and stimulating it with its vibrations. Noah cranes his head back and groans powerfully, this sensation of a buttjob completely new to him. It must feel like tides made of warm, pillowy flesh washing, surging, and sweeping over and around his erection. She giggles playfully at how easy it is to make him squeal before turning it up a notch. She arches her back to-and-fro, smoothly grinding her cheeks up and down Noah's erection and riding it gracefully like a strip pole. She really is a Dancing Clown. The tight gap between her cheeks serves as the perfect fleshlight for Noah to build an orgasm in, her silky glutes just as heavenly in texture as any woman's vaginal tract.

"Ohhh, God, I'm gonna cum..." Noah thinks out-loud with a moan.

"Not unless I get a taste of it," the sewer-dweller purrs assertively, stopping her twerking so she can over onto her back. She sits up and dares like a young whore, "C'mon, birthday boy. Cover me in your yummy frosting!"

His dick deprived of stimulation, Noah has to resort to jacking off to finish the final stretch of his "birthday party" with Pennywise. He tugs himself fiercely, sending wet splats of pre-cum dribbling to the ground. She encourages him by squeezing her tits with her biceps and making them jiggle from side-to-side like her cheeks. He lets out one big wail, fluctuating between high and low-pitches, followed by a similarly wholehearted ejaculation. Fat strands of semen come wreathing out of his dick with the consistency and color of whipped cream, caking the Dancing Clown with a whole nut-full. Noah hisses and cringes as his dick painfully cramps in his fist. After the orgasm finally relents, cum continues running out his tip and down the fingers still wrapped around his shaft. Pennywise draws her fingertip all around her face, neck, and tits, raking up a big fingerful of the cum drenching her upper body. She pops it into her mouth and lets the vanilla icing stew on her tastebuds for a couple seconds before taking a big gulp.

"Mmmm~," Pennywise moans with a big shameless grin before getting back to her feet, taking her skirt up with her.

With her left hand, the clown grabs Noah by the back of his head and forces his lips onto hers. With the right, she laces her fingers through his and pulls his hand into the waistband of her skirt, forcing him to finger her. Pennywise clenches her eyes and moans pleadingly as Noah's fingers explore her against their will. You can see a shiny wet fluid running out her dress and down her chalky legs as they bend and tremble. The already loose skirt eventually slips off her waist again so you can see in detail the way Noah's left index and ring fingers tune her G-spot. The Dancing Clown severs the long french kiss with one last, deep "M'wah!" Her birthday boy's face is red with blush and his hair is rustled from the rough makeout sesh.

"So that's what I taste like," Noah mutters with a dumbstruck expression.

"Taste this," Pennywise growls with a cheeky grin as she suddenly buries his face down into her labia.

He struggles for a moment and tries to pull away, but his eyes go wide as the sweet flavor of her pussy juice sinks into his tastebuds. Intoxicated by the tang oozing out her glossy pussy, Noah starts digging into Pennywise like a dog eating out a bowl. To get a better angle, he crawls around behind her and starts feeding from the other side instead, sucking on her taint and raking the underside of her vulva with the tip of his tongue. Noah holds onto her legs as he feasts upon her snatch wildly, making her voice oscillate and her eyes roll into the back of her head. You can see his tongue wiggling up underneath her pubic mound whilst it traverses every last inch of her reproductive tract. You can only imagine the way his tongue wrestles with her squishy, spongy G-spot, driving her number one erogenous zone wild. He almost looks like a hamster drinking from a water feeder, juice pouring down his chin and drizzling to the floor between her ankles.

The sex jester's tongue flops out of her mouth and her eyes go crossed as she squirts fiercely into Noah's mouth. He jerks his head away and coughs as his face is sprayed down with a couple raging fountains of pussy discharge. Noah's facial lips trickle with juice, as do Pennywise's vaginal ones. Her throbbing clitoris shrivels up into a normal-sized bean, similar to how a man's swollen erection returns to a flaccid cock after a big orgasm. Noah slurps up the last remaining drops of squirt juice leaking out of her slit before taking a big sigh of satisfaction, wiping his glistening chin with his sleeve, and rising to his feet. the birthday clown hangs her head with a scrunched up posture and eyes squeezed shut, still stewing in the afterglow. Feeling cocky, Noah slaps Pennywise gently and teasingly on the ass, his hand lingering to grope it as well. A blush burns through her snowy cheeks, before her face distorts into a demonic and furious death glare that Noah doesn't notice.

"Man, I wish my parents booked you when I was a kid!" he jokes with a smile, eyes closed and rubbing the back of his head bashfully.

When he opens them, standing in his personal bubble is a vengeful Pennywise, her jaw freakishly unhinged to reveal a cavernous maw lined with hundreds of dagger-shaped teeth. It bellows in his face, in a mix of a deep roar and a screechy shriek. This thing, this It is nigh-unrecognizable from Pennywise the Dancing Clown anymore.

"OH, CRAP!" he curses harmlessly, scrambling backwards from the mutated monstrosity.

He backs away as It shambles towards him, and readies to book it, but notices you: the camera still seated on the ground between Its legs. Not willing to leave you behind, he ducks beneath the creature's chomp and rolls under her legs, swiping up the camera on his way through. He kicks himself up off the ground, high on adrenaline, and continues racing forward without skipping a beat.

"I'm sorry-I'm sorry-I'm sorry!" he tries pitifully defusing the situation as he rounds a corner while steps thunder from behind in close pursuit.

Off in the distance is the ladder that carried Noah down here. Once again head-mounting his camera, he picks up the pace, barges into the ladder, and uses those empty hands of his to start skittering quickly up its rungs, climbing for his life. He nearly has a heart attack when one of them gives out as he grabs it. The snapped-off rung, eaten by years of rust, clatters to the floor below him at the foot of the ladder, where It stands. She grabs Noah by his ankle and unfurls her jowls even wider so she can bite his leg off. But before she can, he manages to slip his socked foot out of his sneaker and stomp down on her face with it, knocking the demonic beast off balance.

This gives Noah just enough time to scale the remaining rungs and crawl out of the manhole, hurriedly returning its cover and scurrying away from the sewer hatch. Breath huffing from behind the camera, he waits in tender anticipation for Pennywise's final form or something to burst out from underground and drag him down to Hell. But nothing comes. It seems to have stuck to her turf of Derry's catacombs, leaving the "birthday boy" to catch his breath on the surface. Noah draws a heavy sigh of relief, looking down at his asymmetrical footwear. At least it's not an asymmetrical number of limbs.

"Well, I've learned my lesson!" Noah exclaims, panting and humbled. "Respect women, guys! Geez..."

He covers the lens with his palm and the unaired video ends.