Y/h/c = your hair color
TW: mention of alcohol and drug use and suicide.
New story idea.
The Losers had lost the fight against pennywise and since then, they all had changed into almost completely different people.
You and Georgie were the two victims of Pennywise's brutal doings along with the other missing children.
The Losers drifted apart and eventually found themselves living in separate states and going to different schools.
Eddie dropped all his medications and slowly learned that everything he was afraid of was completely irrational and just overall worthless shit to be worrying about, especially for his age.
After deciding to completely clear his slate, including leaving Derry, changing his name to Fraser, and transferring to a military base in Italy, he became the person he always wanted to be, but was deep down inside still absolutely petrified of what he could and had become and slightly hoped one of the Losers would make an effort to look for him.
After he found out about your death, Richie couldn't handle it. He had to start fresh. He moved to Russia and lived there for the better part of his life, until he was shipped to New York City to live with a foster family after his parents had been locked up due to child abuse and illegal drug usage. Eventually, from living in Russia for as long as he did and spending so much time around his alcoholic abusive foster father who was originally from Russia, he picked up a thick Russian accent and had changed his name to Boris. He dabbled in alcohol and drugs himself but somehow never became addicted. He often still finds himself thinking about you but tries to block the thought. He has now become so good at pushing away the feeling that he barely remembers what it's like to love. After loosing the small bit of anything he had left, he cracked.
Bill was in absolute denial. ”N-n-no, there's no way s-s-she's g-gone!" The Losers tried to help comfort him but nothing helped. All he wanted was to see that bright, beautiful smile you smiled whenever he looked at you. He wanted to hold you as close as possible just one last time. With the thought of both his first love and his only brother dead, it was all his fault. He should have saved them, but there was no way that he knew he could. He convinced himself it was his fault you died. The entire town of Derry, Maine believed it too. Bill would wake up each morning with rotten tomato juice splattered across every window in his house as if it were yours and Georgie's blood. Sometimes if he was lucky, Bill would find the word "murderer" sprayed in red paint across the garage door. He was sick of it. Even his parents shamed him but wouldn't admit they too believed it was his fault. After bottling all his feelings up for so long, he decided one day that he had to leave. There was absolutely no way he was going to stay in Derry. He had a relative that would let him stay with him for as long as he needed. His uncle was the only person who knew about what had went on behind the walls of the Denbrough house. Eventually, Bill changed his name to Jacob Barber so his identity was no longer known in Derry. Bill's uncle pit him in speech therapy and after years of doing it, he overcomes his stutter. Your face appears in his dreams still, but he semi enjoys it. He dreams of flashbacks to all the Losers on the quarry, just fuckin around playing Chicken in the water. He still can't get over that smile, but it soothes him less than hurts him now.
Stan was on his knees after hearing about your death. The Losers tried to help him, especially him, cope with it but all he did was push away. From then on, his life turned upside down. He became messy in personality and stopped caring about his needs or anyone else's. You were the only thing that had been keeping him together, and when he lost you, he had no idea how to feel, how to act, or what to say. He put on a mask; a persona of himself that wasn't him. He grew very much apart from everything and was even more of an outcast than he already was. Eventually, his family moved to Pennsylvania to live with a distant relative because they could no longer pay for their insurance nor their house. Part of him wanted to stay in Derry, but part of him wanted to get the hell out of there. He changed his last name to Barber due to bullying as a child, since it reminded him of his past, he needed to get rid of it. He enrolled in a new school, thinking there was no way he would have to deal with running into one of the Losers. Until the first day of school.
Beverly was absolutely horrified. Her best friend and only female friend she really had to lean on was dead. She distracted herself with helping the rest of the Losers deal with it but when she was alone she was a train wreck. Only a few months after she moved to Pennsylvania with her new little brother to leave behind her past, her father committed suicide in the basement of their new home. With this on top of your death, she missed the Losers a lot more but knew she couldn't go back. The boys could barely even look at her without spilling waterfalls out of their eyes. Everyone had always thought you resembled Bev a little bit, but you two thought you looked nothing alike. Sure, you had similar personalities, but you didn't look anything like each other. She hated how people thought you looked the same so she cut her hair shorter three weeks before school started. Through those three weeks, nothing but Stan lived in her mind. Why was she thinking about him so much? She'd changed her name to Sydney and she looked much different - or so she thought - so there was not way her and Stan would cross paths and even if they did, she was almost certain he wouldn't recognize her. She walked into her homeroom and that was when it all added up.
A/N: I might make this into a full book at some point but if I do that now, it will become too stressful for me. For now, this will remain a preview of this until I figure out what to do with it or if I'm going to continue with it or not. I'm going to try to focus more on my "IT and Stranger Things Preferences", "Obsession", and "Child". Since I already have those going, I don't think it would be good for me to have another one yet.
Hope you enjoyed my "eh" prologue.
