Remember. | A Sequel to Wonder. | A Stanley Uris FanFiction. | IT 2019.

9. Losers Stick Together.

"Eddie, hey," Andie pulled him into a comforting hug when he, Beverly and Ben had arrived back to the townhouse. "You okay?"

He nodded his head which was rested on Andie's shoulder. "Are you?"

"I'm fine," she smiled, pulling away from Eddie. "I think we should head to the library. Mike's probably already waiting."

"Yeah," Stanley agreed. 

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"Look, there's Richie's car," Stan pointed out when they reached the library. 

"Told you he'll be back," Andie shrugged. 

 The five of them made their way into the library. It was different, too different than the last time Andie had been there. The walls were darker, more confined. They took the stairs to the second level where they assumed Mike was. They heard voices, distressed voices, causing them to exchange horrified looks with one another before rushing to the room the voices originated from. Beverly called for Mike as they ran into the room, causing a high pitched scream to escape her throat upon seeing a dead Henry Bowers stabbed in the back of his head. Everyone froze and looked from dead Henry, to panting Mike who laid on the floor breathless, and Richie, just as out of breath, who stood over Mike. 

"Are you alright?" Ben asked.

"No, I'm not alright, I just fucking killed a guy!" Richie exclaimed.

"I was talking to Mike," Ben mumbled lowly. 

Mike's arm was bleeding and he looked up from it to meet Ben's eyes. His eyes wandered around the group that stood before him, before turning to an expression of curious, mixed with fear and worry. "Where's Bill?"

"I-I don't know, he just left," Beverly shrugged, running her hands through her read hair. 

"We have to call him," Mike voiced. 

"Wait, Mike. Let me at least bandage that," Andie sighed, pointing to his bloody arm. 

 He nodded and told Stanley to find the first aid kit somewhere in his office. When Stan came back, Andie began her quick process of treating Mike's arm. Mike took his cell phone and dialed Bill's number into it, placing the phone by his ears, while Andie focused on tying the wrapping surrounding his arm. 

"Bill, we're all at the library," his deep voice sounded. "Where are you at?"

Andie could hear Bill's breathing through the phone but she couldn't hear his words clearly. "He took the little kid, Mike. He took a little kid right in fucking front of me."

Mike began shaking his head, standing up and pacing just as Andie had finished with his arm. "No, no, no, no, no. Just-just- Look, just come here to the library. We can talk about the plan." There was a pause and he continued, probably replying to something Bill had just said. "No, no, no. Bill! Bill!"

"Mike, what's going on?" Andie questioned, eyebrows raised. 

"He's going to fight It alone," he replied. 

"Are you fucking kidding me?" she sighed, leaning her head back in frustration. 

"Alone," he repeated, bringing out a wooden artifact with cravings on it's sides. "It's about the group. The ritual doesn't work without the group. Doing it together is why it'd work," he insisted then he pulled the artifact away from Richie's hold just before Richie could examine a side of the artifact. 

"Mike, did he tell you where he was going?" Ben sighed.

"If he really wanted to kill Pennywise," Beverly trailed off, staring ahead to the ground. "There's only one place he'll go."

"The same place the ritual needs to be performed," Mike chimed. 

"Oh, we're not gonna like this, are we?" Eddie groaned. 

"Fuck," Stanley mumbled under his breath, his hand travelled to Andie's. 

Andie took a deep breath and said, "Well, it's now or never."

"You all have your tokens with you?" Mike asked, looking around, earning nods from everyone. "Then, let's go."

Mike rushed outside followed by the other and just before Andie could leave, she felt him pull her back slightly. "Stan?" her face was of confused.

"I-I," he stuttered, unable to form a sentence as his mind was clouded of thoughts.

"It's okay, Stan. It'll be okay," she gave a small smile, and united her lips with his. She pulled away and took his hand, giving it a light squeeze. "I won't let go of your hand," she whispered. 

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"Bill!" Beverly and Andie called out, rushing to the house as they saw him walking up the steps. 

"No, no, you guys, no!" he yelled. "I s-s-started all this. It's-It's my fault that you're all here. This curse, this fucking thing that's inside you all. It started growing the day that I-I m-made you go down to the Barrens because all I cared about was finding G-G-Georgie."

"Bill," Andie shook her head slowly, but he ignored her. 

"Now, I'm gonna go in there, and I don't know wh-what's gonna happen, but I-I-I can't ask you to do this," he insisted with his trembling voice. 

Beverly bent down and took a spike. "Well, we're not asking you either."

"Bev-"

"We didn't do it alone then, Bill," Mike stood. 

"So, we're not gonna do this alone now," Stanley added. 

"Losers-" Ben began.

"Stick together," Andie joined in unison.

There was silence but Eddie broke it, "So, does somebody wanna say something?"

"Richie said it b-b-best when we were here last," Bill answered as he gestured to Richie.

"I did?" he asked, confused when everyone turned to him. "'I don't wanna die'?"

"Not that," Bill shook his head. 

"'You're lucky we're not measuring dicks'?" he frowned, earning an eye roll from Andie and Stanley. 

"No," Bill uttered.

"'Let's kill this fucking clown'?"

 Andie smirked, nodding her head and repeated. "Let's kill this fucking clown."