Henry Bowers' Sister [Victor Criss x reader x Stan Uris]

Chapter 3 ~ Here Comes Pennywise

I met the Losers Club in the alley about 7 minutes later.

"Did you really have to kiss Victor Criss?" Richie asked, looking at me as though I was crazy but he also wanted to laugh.

"Oh get the fuck over it. It was just a kiss." I rolled my eyes.

"Sure, just a kiss..." Richie joked, not completely believing me.

"You can't even get a girl to talk to you unless they're your friend." I bit back.

"Jeez, too far." Richie said, holding his heart.

"Anyways, what should we do now?" Eddie asked.

"Well, thanks to my genius talking skills, I know that they're going to walk home, which means that we shouldn't go past the cafe on Greene Street for about 5 more minutes." I stated.

"So that limits us to the arcade, Bill's house, the store, and that weird field on the edge of town." Richie told.

"I should get going, Henry expects me to be walking home right now." I said.

"Same, my dad will flip if I'm not home by 5." Bev said.

"I should probably go too, my dad's going be mad if I don't study the Torah today," Stan said.

"Well since everyone's leaving, I should probably get back to my farm," Mike said.

"I-I'm gonna go to the library, I've got homework." Ben said.

"I-I should p-p-p-probably g-get home to. M-my parents a-are already stressed enough w-w-with Georgie missing." Bill said.

"Walk me home?" Eddie asked Richie.

"Sure." Richie smiled.

We all said our goodbyes and went our separate ways. Stan and I were going the same way, so we decided to race to the Neibolt house since that's where we would have to split up. I ended up winning since I had a state-of-the-art 10-year-old 1970 Schwinn Sting Ray Fastback, a hand-me-down from my brother when he got his new one. Once we got there, I thought I saw something.

"Stan, do you see that?"

"See what?"

"That- that person, almost like a... Clown? By the door on the Neibolt house."

"What the fuck is that?"

We got off our bikes and slowly walked closer. It was this clown who wore this cream-colored suit with red buttons and what looked like triple mohawk hair. His face had a lipstick smile going from the edge of his lips to about mid-forehead. He also held three balloons. Beside him was this weird lady with a curvy face, and on the other side was Micheal Myers from Halloween. That dude always gave me the creeps.

"Probably some crackheads wanting to scare some little kids. We should keep going."

"Wait, y/n, can we go in here real quick?" Stan asked, sounding scared.

"Uhh sure." I said, kind of wondering why he found those people so scary.

We walked into the little vinyl store that was right beside the house and he led me to the back, away from the register.

"So, why did you want to come here?" I asked.

"Do you remember that woman who was standing beside the creepy clown?" Stan asked.

"The one with the curvy face?"

"Well basically that woman is in a painting that's in my dad's office at the church, which means that only someone who has access to his office would be able to know what it looks like, and with such precision, I don't know anyone who could be able to replicate it onto a mask or anything." He told.