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It Wasn’t Real (part six)

Summary: You’re part of the infamous Loser’s Club, and often asked, what are you afraid of? You reply, nothing, but what your friends don’t know is that your biggest fear is them.

prologue - one - two - three - four - five - six - seven - eight - nine - ten - eleven - finale

A/N: I hope you all enjoy this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. Send me a little comment in the ask section or leave it below on what you thought of this chapter. It doesn’t have to be long, I appreciate every single comment I receive and telling me just helps inspire me to write it more frequently.

Pairing: Loser’s Club x Reader, slight Henry x Reader (you’ll see) Richie x Reader and very slight Eddie x Reader

Warnings: force, bullying, depressing and sad tones, and sexual abuse (mild) plus Henry being a dick, so....

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You watched with an expression of boredom as Henry shot at every can he could find, missing with terrible aim each time. You could literally be doing anything better than this right now, but you didn’t have a choice. Henry had dragged you all the way over here because he wanted to show off, something, you didn’t even know.

You didn’t care.

You felt drained, mentally exhausted. Nothing seemed to register in your mind anymore.

Despite the night and morning you had, school had been more the uneventful. Because of the stupid moves you’d pulled recently, word traveled and every one acted as if you were crazy. No one expected prim and proper Y/N Y/L/N to flip off a teacher, or to ditch detention and skip a whole afternoon of classes; it’d seemed you’d made a new name for yourself. Then to make it all better, the minute you’d left your last class for the day Henry had found you.

You never really enjoyed your time with him, but something told you today was going to be ten times worse.

Watching with lazy eyes, Henry shot the gun, a loud echo going off that didn’t make any sound in your mind. He actually managed to hit the can this time it seemed, as him, Victor and Belch cheered in excitement. What a stupid thing to get excited about...

“Hey, Belch, grab that cat.” You furrowed your brows, your eyes immediately snapping over to the orange tabby sat by the garbage. Panic set in and you shot up from your seat on the fence, watching as Belch hesitated for a moment but eventually begun making his way over to the cat.

“Henry....” You whispered, taking a step towards you. He only shushed you, a pleased grin on his face as Belch set the cat up next to one of the cans he’d actually managed to hit. He was a terrible aim, but he was getting better and something told you he’d be able to hit his target this time. “Henry!” You said, a little bit louder this time.

“Shut the hell up, Y/N.” Henry spat back at you, not glancing back. Raising the gun, he closed one eye and began aiming as Belch stood there with an uncertain look. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you felt your breath grow frantic. He wouldn’t, would he? Shoot an innocent cat?

But you knew he would.

“Henry...” Belch mumbled; “i’m not so su-”

“Shut the hell up!”

The cat hissed, crying out as it tried to claw Belch but he held the cat still. You saw Henry’s finger fall on the trigger, and before you knew it, you’d jumped forward and smacked the gun out of aim in the last second. Victor and Belch gasped, jumping from the noise of the bullet as it hit the ground before you. Belch let go of the cat in the midst of it all, and it wasted no time in running away. Feeling fear radiate through you, you stared at the smoke the floated from the gun.

He’d shot it... he’d actually shot it and if you hadn’t moved; that cat would’ve died. Henry did a lot of stupid things, he also did a lot of things a kid his age shouldn’t. He’d hurt people. Henry was more than just a bully but never in your mind, never did you think he’d try to shoot a living being. An animal. The thought made you sick to your stomach.

You gulped when Henry turned to stare at you, the same wild look in his eyes that you hated. You couldn’t express the fear that radiated through you, taking a hesitant step back as he advanced on you. But Henry caught your hand before you could turn and run the other way, using the back of the gun to smack you across the face.

You groaned in pain, using your free hand to hold the reddening spot on the side of your face. You fell back but Henry caught you before you could actually fall, holding you up against him as he neared his angry face against yours. You whimpered out, in both pain and terror as his wild eyes caught your own. You knew you were in deep shit when you saw the faces of Victor and Belch worried.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Henry stated, his voice dead in emotion and scarily calm. You gulped thickly, your hands against his chest as his hands gripped both of your wrists tightly. You could feel the spot he’d hit you grow warm and already knew there was going to be a huge bruise there later. “You’ve seem to forgotten how things work around here.”

“H-Henry...” You started, your voice shakily low. “You were going to shoot th-”

Henry stopped you by letting go of your left hand and grabbing ahold of your face by the jaw. Your mouth opened from the pressure of his grip, a muffled groan leaving your lips. “No! This is when you shut up!” He yelled in your face, your own eyes crinkling in terror. “You never shut up and i’m tired of your attitude! I’ve seen you, with those loser’s. You cheating on me?”

“N-No, no.” You whispered, your words slurred together. When you managed to look away from Henry’s gaze and to your left, you saw how Victor and Belch had left. This only made the sickening feeling in your stomach grow, you were alone and there was no way you’d be able to handle Henry on your own. Though, they probably wouldn’t have helped you anyway. Even Henry’s friends were afraid of him.

“You belong to me.” Henry spat, digging his nails into the skin of your arm. You winced, trying to push away but you couldn’t. The grip on your jaw tightened and you let out a soft whimper, tears welling in your eyes and your knees growing weak. “That clear to you?” You nodded, desperate to break free from his grasp. “Say it!” He screamed, finally letting go of your jaw.

“Yes it’s clear!” You wasted no time responding, your free hand coming to grasp your other, holding Henry’s wrist pleadingly. “I’m yours! It’s clear! Clear!” Henry’s face calmed, eerily quick, and a smile fell over his lips. You felt your lip curl in fright, a soft moan of horror escaping your lips. That smile never meant anything good.

“Hmm, i’m not sure.” Henry pondered, reaching into his back pocket for something. “Maybe i’ll have to make it more clear.” You felt your eyes widen considerably as you watched Henry pull out his father’s knife, pushing up on the latch to reveal a very sharp and very threatening knife before your eyes. You remembered when Ben had said Henry had tried to carve his name in his stomach, did he mean to...?

You let out a scream, pulling on the grip he held your wrist. “Let go!” You yelled, pulling and tugging desperately. You’d take his abuse over and over again but you would not let him... carve into you like- like some trophy.

You huffed when you finally managed to get your wrist free, you wasted no time in spinning the other way and running. You panted, so focused on running forward and as far away from Henry as you could, you didn’t see Henry nearing you until he grabbed your ankle, tugging you down. You landed on the ground with a loud thud, your head smacking against the dirt below you. You blinked; your vision blurring but Henry didn’t seem to care as he grabbed you by the waist and spun you so you lay on your back.

Before you there was three of Henry, and you found it extremely hard to focus on the threat that loomed above you. All you knew was in the back of your mind, you were screwed. Henry was going to carve his name into your arm like some savage, like you were something he owned. You let out a cry, you hadn’t noticed how bad it’d been until it was too late. Now you were alone and there was no one coming to save you.

“This’ll show you.” Henry muttered, pressing your arm into the ground. In your dizziness you felt the cool touch of the metal touch your arm, only the tip of the knife pressing into your skin. Soon, the coolness was replaced by surging pain as Henry began slicing downwards.

In the midst of your cry, you heard; “hey, asshole!” Though you didn’t fully register the words like Henry did, all you knew was the knife was gone from your arm. Then, a thud echoed and Henry was off of you. You blinked, a body appearing above you and hands grabbing at your shoulders to pull you up. “Who...?” You mumbled, but as you blinked, your vision cleared and the face of your saviour was revealed.

“Eddie?”

“Oh my god.” He mumbled, as if you were able to hear again. “Oh my god, Richie! Hurry the hell up!” You looked around Eddie, watching as Richie desperately kicked at Henry who laid on the ground, screaming out. Richie turned to both you and Eddie; Eddie’s hands still on your shoulders. Reaching you, he grabbed your waist and turned you the other direction before grabbing your hand.

“Get the hell back here!”

You gasped; your mind running wild as you ran. The one coherent thought was that Richie and Eddie had come; come to help you...

It felt like you ran for hours, but it hadn’t been that long. In your dizziness and pain, Richie and Eddie managed to lead you down to the creek, where you all use to hang with the others as kids. As you slowed to a stop, you stared at the two panting boys before you; realization flooding through you. Henry was going to... and if he had- your eyes crinkled and you felt your eyes water as you let out a broken gasp.

Richie and Eddie’s eyes snapped to you, their faces falling as they saw your face squish in aguish.

“He was going to-” You mumbled out, not able to think straight. “He was going to-”

“Y/N.” Eddie called out softly, taking a hesitant step towards you. You shook your head, your hands falling to brush into your hair. Your eyes stayed wide and your mouth fell open as soft sobs ran through you and you shook violently. Everything was collapsing. You didn’t need IT to destroy you; you already were.... Nothing was making sense. How could life fall apart so easily and so quickly?

How could you let it fall apart?

You fell to your knees, folding into yourself. Richie and Eddie stood before you, frozen as you let out every emotion you’d been holding in.

You three stayed there until dark. Until your crying seized and you were replaced by a numbness. You talked and then you didn’t, it was either silent or full of something random you all thought of to talk about. It wasn’t like it use to be, but it felt familiar as you sat by Richie and Eddie, just talking. Then, Eddie had to leave, muttering something about his mother and it was just you and Richie. You both were leaning against some tree, just in silence as you stared before yourself.

Your eyes felt heavy but you couldn’t close them, images of IT or Henry flushed through. Surprisingly you felt no discomfort sat next to Richie; felt no need to say anything really, you both just sat there. Staring at the water running before you.

It wasn’t until you felt a hand touch the side of your face, the side that had a nice large purple bruise growing. You flinched from the contact, not because it hurt because in your mind, you still felt the alarm of Henry hurting you. You looked over at Richie hesitantly, watching as he pulled his hand away and back into his lap.

“This is where Henry and I first started talking.” You suddenly said, Richie’s eyes falling to the side of your face as you stared before yourself again. You don’t think you’ve ever heard Richie so silent. When you were both friends he could barely shut up and any time you’d passed him in the hall; there he was, talking. But yet, in this moment, Richie somehow knew you needed silence. You weren’t sure why he cared, but he knew. “You’d ditched me that day, for the third time. And I just sat here, this exact same spot with tears in my eyes. Henry came, offered me a cigarette and then... well you know the rest.”

You hadn’t spoken of that day ever, you liked to forget it. Richie’d been the last person you tried to talk to before everything just stopped. From that point on, from that moment by the creek, the world seemed a whole lot duller.

“What did you have to do that day?” You asked, still not looking back at him. Richie only let out a soft gasp, obviously not expecting the question but remained silent. Somehow he knew you didn’t want an answer, not know at least. “What did you have to do that was so much more important then me?” You felt your voice break and tears well in your eyes.

You didn’t think you could cry anymore. You were wrong.

Finally looking back at Richie, you met his dark eyes. “Asshole.” You spat, punching him harshly in the arm with a red face. You’d been so mad at him for that day, and everyone else for every other day. But Richie and Eddie for whatever reason had helped you today; had come to you today. Any anger that had been rattling within you seemed to disappear. Staring at him, you both let a smile slip over your features. “You really are an asshole.”

“I know.” He grinned and you saw the side of Richie you knew.

You only shook your head, leaning back to reach into your jacket pocket. Though you froze when you felt nothing, only the emptiness of the pocket. “Fuck.” You whispered, shaking your head.

“What?” Richie asked, gazing over at you.

“Henry took my cigarette’s.” You muttered, falling against the tree trunk with disappointment. You heard Richie shuffle but didn’t think anything of it, not until a pack of cigarette’s was before your eyes. You smiled, winking at Richie as you accepted his offer. Taking a stick out, you pressed it between your lips; reaching for the lighter but Richie beat you to it. Leaning forward, you let him light your cigarette, sighing contently as the addictive nicotine ran through you.

Richie grabbed one for himself and once again you fell under a comfortable silence, watching the smoke float before you.

After a few moments you felt a hand grip yours, and with wide eyes you looked down to see Richie intertwining your hands. It was an oddly bold move for the boy, but you did nothing to stop him. The suddenly something clicked within you, and your eyes fell to him. That had been the had you’d cut that day, when you’d given your blood to the oath. The day Bill made you promise that if IT wasn’t dead, you’d all come back. He gripped the hand with the large scar in your palm with his own.

That hand, with the scar still there from where you’d cut, had grabbed Richie’s that day. Much like now.

Looking up at him; you felt a mixture of shock and relief flood through you. “You..-”

“I saw it, Y/N. I saw IT.”

You couldn’t quite explain what you felt; a mixture of relief and desperation flooding within you. Still, you felt hesitant; the last time you’d said something Stan had ran away from you, like you were some disease. Would Richie do the same?

“W-What do you mean?

Richie turned to you; a foreign seriousness in his eyes. “That night, after Henry pulled you away, I couldn’t help but think about what you said. I didn’t understand what it meant.” He confessed, sighing. “It wasn’t until I was almost home and I saw the fucking thing.”

You straightened your back, gripping his hand with force. “You’re not joking? You’re serious?”

“Why the fuck would I joke about that?” Richie exclaimed, shaking his head. “No, Y/N. I’m not lying and I know you saw it too, I can see it in your eyes.” You narrowed your eyes and Richie sighed, letting go of your hand to run his own through his hair. “Okay, Stan told me okay?”

You laughed half-heartedly, slumping back against the tree trunk but leaning more heavily on Richie this time. You brought your palm up to your lap, staring at the faint scar. Even if it eventually faded, you’d never forget. “I know you saw IT, but so did Stan. So why... why are you here?”

“Because I don’t want to pretend it doesn’t exist like everyone-fucking-else.” His words shocked you, not because of the vulgar language, that barely fazed you. But because of the determination behind Richie’s words.

“So the others...?”

“I don’t know if they’ve seen it. Believe it or not, we may talk but not about anything important.” Richie confessed, taking a puff and you nodded; unsure if you did believe his words. You’d seen in the halls, them all chatting and talking and laughing but you wondered; what really did you know? “They’re all a bunch of pussies now.”

“Weren’t we all?” You asked, a smile playing on your lips. Looking away from Richie’s big glasses, you pressed your cigarette against your lips and inhaled the smoke with a certain wistfulness.

Richie chuckled but still shook his head; “no... We may have been stupid kids but we were at least brave.”

“I’m not sure sure... I remember you screaming like a little girl.” You grinned, bumping Richie’s shoulder. He opened his mouth, feigning insult as he held his hand before him, the smoke from his cig floating in front of you. “You wound me, Y/N. I was the bravest of them all.”

“Sure,” you drawled. “Believe it how you want.” The laughter died down, and you stared at the darkening sky for a good minute or so more. You weren’t sure what would happen from now, now that you knew Richie had seen IT again but you knew, deep down, that you weren’t alone anymore. And even if the idea of that seemed odd now, you felt your heart swell.

“Well,” you sighed, squishing your cigarette into the dirt before standing up. Dusting off your jeans, you looked down at Richie; “I should get home.” You shrugged, “thanks for the cigarette.”

“No problem.”

Nodding, you turned, taking small steps away from Richie with one final wave. You didn’t manage to get very far before you heard Richie yell; “wait!” It felt like deja-vu, as Bill had done a similar thing that morning. Nonetheless, you turned around to peer at your old friend; “yes?”

Richie stood up in a haste and you could swear you saw a red hue on the infamous Richie Tozier’s cheeks. “I just wanted to say... it’s just-”

“Spit it out, Tozier.” You grinned.

Pushing up his glasses, Richie shook the curls out of his face so he could see you clearly. “I shouldn’t have called you that, Bower’s girl... I didn’t know he’d been treating you like that.” An apology, from Richie? How absurd.

Smiling, you shook your head. “You wouldn’t.” You replied, meaning the hint of a jab yet Richie took it in a stride. “But it’s fine. I’m sure, given the chance, you would’ve treated me better.” You didn’t give Richie the chance to reply before you turned around and quickly walked away.

What had possessed you to say that?

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justauthoring · 7 years

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It Wasn’t Real (part eight)

Summary: You’re part of the infamous Loser’s Club, and often asked, what are you afraid of? You reply, nothing, but what your friends don’t know is that your biggest fear is them.

prologue - one - two - three - four - five - six - seven - eight - nine - ten - eleven - finale

A/N: ALSO, WARNING: This is kinda seeming like a Stan x Reader with how much i mention Stan but don’t get it twisted: IT WILL BE A RICHIE X READER! It’s just Stan was so close to winning i wanna still make him a strong, prominent character!

I hope you all enjoy this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. Send me a little comment in the ask section or leave it below on what you thought of this chapter. It doesn’t have to be long, I appreciate every single comment I receive and telling me just helps inspire me to write it more frequently.

Pairing: Loser’s Club x Reader, slight Henry x Reader (you’ll see) Richie x Reader and very slight Eddie x Reader

Warnings: force, bullying, depressing and sad tones, and sexual abuse (mild) plus Henry being a dick, so….

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“Y/N, do you know what this is?”

You paused, staring at the six that surrounded you. No. No you didn’t know what this was. In truth yo’d all began, right at the quarry. And you had no idea why. “No.” You muttered with a shake of your head; “no I don’t. What is this?”

“Y/N, we’re sorry.” Mike spoke up, stepping into your line of vision. There was a sinking feeling within you and you felt yourself at a loss on what to say. They’re sorry? Sorry for what? For leaving you? Abandoning you? Pretending like you didn’t exist for the past four years?

As silence carried on, everyone staring at you for a response, you felt your eyes water. They’d yet to answer your question on where Stan was, but you’d wait. You wanted to know why they were so sorry, why they’d done what they’d done. “You’re sorry.” You repeated finally, looking down at your feet. “You’re sorry?” The moment you’d been waiting for was finally coming true, and you didn’t understand why. It’d been so easy to leave you, Bill, Beverly, Ben, all of them, must have stopped talking to you for a reason.

“Y-Yes.” Bill replied, letting his hand fall on your shoulder.

You shook your head, your hands falling to cover your eyes and to hide the tears than begun to fall. You never expected this day to come, you never thought any of them would speak to you again, let alone apologize for everything. It was the one thing you’ve only ever wanted coming true and here you were hiding your face in your hands as you sobbed. Everything was becoming too much, it felt like this past week had gone by in a blur. “For what?”

“For leaving you when you needed us the most.” Ben answered you, and you felt the entirety of the group surround you. It was just like that day back then, when they’d saved you from Pennywise and hugged you like you were their entire world. You’d all been so close then, so bounded together that you felt like you could defeat anything. Here you were four years later, sobbing as they held you, again.

And as they held you, as you stared at the friends you loved dearly, you realized everyone of them looked torn. You’d always thought, selfishly, that you’d been the only one to suffer since everything, But you could see a difference in the lot of them. Bill looked worn, exhausted, as if the whole world had fallen on his shoulders. Beverly’s bright blue eyes looked duller, like she’d seen something she’d never forget. Ben was taller and thinner, not that it’d ever mattered to you, but you could see his smile didn’t hold the same innocence. Mike’s hands shook, and they were rougher. Eddie looked battered, bruised, like he carried the weight of every mean word thrown at him. And Richie, Richie was almost like you. He smoked, his family was torn, and he was so frail looking, even if he didn’t try to be.

It’d been selfish of you to think that you were the only one had suffered.

The only difference was your suffering had started because of them, and you still didn’t exactly know why. “You better be…” You mumbled, shaking into six arms of an embrace. “You’re all assholes.” They only chuckled into response and you let your head fall on Richie’s shoulders. You felt the tense atmosphere lighten, and you weren’t surprised. Four years of isolation hadn’t changed the bond you held with each one of them. “Especially you, Richie.”

Said boy jerked in response; “me? Why?”“

Because you sent me here.” You teased, leaning back from the hug as the rest followed. Flicking him in the nose, you laughed; “without telling me anything.” Richie’s mouth opened, feigning hurt. He puffed out his chest, holding his hand against his heart; “I’m the reason they’re here.” Though, that made you pause, the smile falling off your face and turning to look at the rest for confirmation. They only nodded.

You should’ve known, it was obvious. He had, originally, been the one who’d asked you to come here.

“You did this?” You asked in a suddenly very soft voice. The boy nodded, looking away in embarrassment. But you barely noticed that, surprise and warmth filling your system. Taking the few short steps in his direction, you wrapped your arms around his neck, leaning on your tippy-toes to reach him. “Thank you…” You whispered so only he could hear. It was a simple yet meaningful advancement.

Hiding the blush, Richie hugged you back, patting you awkwardly on the back as you pulled away. Turning to the rest, you remembered the question that you’d asked that’d been yet to be answered. “Stan?” You asked softly, fear evident in your tone. You almost felt like you knew why he wasn’t here, remembering the events that had taken place only a few days ago. You didn’t want to believe it, that Stan would do such a thing but with the way he’d reacted...

Bill only begrudgingly shook his head and you felt your face fall at his answer. Yet, you ignored the pain that welled within you and turned to look at the ledge. “So.. why did you have us meet here, Richie?”

The boy looked away and you watched Eddie roll his eyes. “Richie thought it’d be a great idea to do what we did that day.” Eddie answered and you furrowed your brows, your eyes falling to the cliff. “You mean?”

“Y-Yeah.” Bill answered, gulping nervously. Almost in sync, you all made your way to the ledge which seemed even taller than it had the first time you’d jumped it and that had been four years ago.

It seemed almost like ritual, to bond where it’d all started. Everyone looked around at each other, as if asking who was going to make the first move. And that wasn’t even strictly meaning who to jump off the cliff first.

You were a whole lot older now, matured in… certain ways.

Biting your lip, you stared at the boys and girl around you. If they meant this then you were willing to start it. You’ve been waiting for this day for a long day, you weren’t going to chicken out of it just because it wasn’t what you’d originally expected. So, slipping off your jacket, you let it drop to the ground, every bodies eyes falling on you. You wasted no time slipping off your shoes, socks and jeans, leaving you in your panties and t-shirt. You smirked at your friends around you, before grabbing the edges of your shirt and pulling it over your head.

Looking at them, who all had their eyes fixated on you; you smiled. “To a new beginning.” And with those final words, you stepped off the tall ledge and felt yourself free falling to the water.

As you fell it was almost like all your worries leaving you. For a moment, you forgot about Pennywise, you forgot about your shitty mom and shitty boyfriend. You forgot about Stan not bothering to show up. You instead focused on those who’d come and what this meant.

You felt your body smack the water, you succumbing to the depths. Swimming back to the top, you took in a deep breath of air, brushing your hair out of your face and smiling at up the friends who stared down at you in shock. “Come on! The water’s great!”

“I think that beat yours Beverly.” Richie commented, still staring down at you in shock.

Beverly smiled; “yeah, I think it did.”

“Does that mean we have to do that?”

“Yes, Eddie!”

“Uh, thank you again… You know, for everything Richie.”

Richie shrugged, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s no problem.” He grinned, pushing his glasses up his nose as they began sliding down. “I just- I didn’t tell them about IT, not yet at least.”

You nodded, brushing a strand of wet hair out of your face. “It’s all good. I enjoyed today, i’ve missed everyone.” You muttered, looking at the beaten down state of your house. Richie nodded as a silence fell over the both of you and sighing, you looked down. You didn’t want to walk through that door, your mother’s car was parked in the driveway so there was no way you’d be able to avoid her. Yet you knew there was no other option, not at the moment at least. “Anyways, I should get going.”

“Yeah, bye.” Richie offered, waving at you before walking in the other direction. You let your eyes stay on his form for a moment longer as it grew smaller and smaller, before turning to your house. You made your way up the steps slowly, definitely not prepared for what was to come. If your mother's saw the bruise on your face or the fact that your hair was wet, questions would follow and nothing would end well.

You did your best to quietly open up your front door, sliding your extra pair of keys in and twisting the knob. You could hear your mom yelling over something, but as you looked down at doormat you noticed only your mother’s shoes and none other. She must be on the phone. You let a small smile slip over your features, perfect. If she was on the phone, you’d easily be able to slip by her.

Peering into the kitchen, you noticed a haze in the kitchen from all her cigarettes and taking a deep breath, you tip-toed through. You let out a breath of relief once you reached the stairs, practically bolting up the steps with quick, fast movements. With a satisfied smile, you walked through the tiny hall to your bedroom at the end.

On your wooden door was the words written ‘Y/N’S room, piss off.’ You let out a little laugh, your fingertips ghosting over the metal platter. You remembered that day like it was just yesterday; your mom wasn’t home so you’d invited Bill, Stan, Richie and Ben over for the day as the rest had been busy. That was just a little bit before everything had fallen apart and despite not being with everyone, it was one of your favourite days.

It was no surprise Richie’d been the one to help you make the sign.

Laughing lightly, you twisted your doorknob, opening it slowly with a happy heart. You wasted no time throwing off your jacket and tossing it on your desk. which had been left a mess for a long time now. It wasn’t until you walked fully into your room, shutting the door behind you, did you feel the warmth around and within you grow cold.

As your eyes flew to the higher part of your wall and the ceiling, you felt yourself go still. Your hand flew to your mouth, covering the little yelp you let out at the sight before you. Your feet instinctively started walking backwards until your back hit your door and you felt your body sliding down. Nothing could tear your eyes away from the sight before you, and nothing would have erase the imagine in front of you.

In big letters, written in blood, were the words ‘WHERE’S STAN?’

You felt your breath grow frantic and your body go cold. It wasn’t just that the words were written in blood or the fact that you knew exactly who’d written this, it was the message and the meaning behind it. You remembered yourself exactly saying those same words earlier when with the Loser’s, and that could only mean one thing.

IT had gotten Stan.

IT wanted to prove a point, somehow. That he wasn’t quite done with you all, and who’s an easier target than someone who doesn’t believe?

But how?

Letting out a startled scream, you stood up from your position on the floor, flinging your bedroom door open in a haste. You didn’t care about anything but getting out of the house. Your feet thumped against the stairs as you ran too fast for your own good. Wasting no more time, you slipped on your shoes and moved to open the door just as your mother came stomping in.

“Where the hell have you been?!” She exclaimed, until she realized you were putting on your shoes and not taking them off. “Hey! You just got ho-”

You turned to her, your eyes wild in fear. “I can’t.... I need to go.” And with those final words you opened up your front door, running out of the house without even shutting it behind you. Your mother, shocked at your behaviour, went to standby the doorway, watching you run off. “Y/N! Get back here right now!”

You couldn’t breathe. It felt like your own throat was closing in on you.

If it had Stan... then-

You didn’t even know. All you knew is that you needed to find someone. Richie... Eddie, Bill, Beverly... it didn’t matter. Just someone.

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