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#𝟚𝟘: 𝕐𝕠𝕦'𝕣𝕖 𝔹𝕣𝕒𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜

By the time I had opened my mouth to retort, Bill was fed up with waiting. He had waited too long, it was too late to pause now. Twenty seven years too late.

"YOU KILLED MY BROTHER, YOU B-BITCH!" I watched as he drew a piece of raw metal from the ground surrounding him, staring up at the trick walls that seemed to expand and grow within themselves, making Bill dizzy and unable to focus on one spot. "SHOW YOURSELF, YOU F-FUCKING COWARD!"

"Bill-!" I heard a breathless and terrified noise come from Beverly, and I turned around within an immediate and quick impulse struggle. 

Beverly had her back to the group, with her flashlight pointed down one of the tunnels, the stream bouncing off one of the dirty walls. The light trembled so hard in her hand that it made the reflection dart all over the place. 

"What is it, Bev...?" I asked, my eyes practically glued to the wall where she had directed, waiting for something to pop out and scare the shit out of us all.

There was silence before she had the courage to turn around again. I blinked. There was silence. The voice wasn't speaking anymore. 

Oh shit.

That couldn't mean anything good. Not in any world. Especially not in this one.

Beverly let out a shuddery breath as she glanced up at all of our individual faces, her lip quivering as she wiped sweat and grime from her forehead. "Hm, c-could've sworn I heard someth-"

An eruption of water sounded unexpectedly from beside her, and we all let out various gasps and screams. I heard Beverly shriek in terror.

It was the clown. It was the fucking clown. It loomed beside her, clutching her shoulders tightly as if It was leaning in for a kiss. It turned to the group. Its wet, red smile gleamed with hunger and satisfaction. It seemed taller. It seemed grosser. It seemed deadlier. I would've kicked Its fucking face in if I was closer, but that smile... those teeth, those rows and rows of teeth. My legs froze up at the sight.

Beverly's eyes remained wide and spooked, as if she had seen a ghost. That's how the saying goes, but who was lying; she did see a ghost. She seemed not only terrified for her life, but also uncomfortable. The clown's arms must have felt like jelly against her skin, and It seemed to tighten Its grasp, because I heard her scream again.

Its lips curled upward in the horrible way It usually did. Wide and giddy and sinister. It glanced over at Beverly with a starving expression in Its eyes. It was probably dinner time. Not when we had anything to say about it, though. I raised my dagger high above my head, without really thinking it through, and It simply stared back at me.

Its eyes slowly sunk into separate directions, like the way a chameleon's eyes might. Then It laughed. The horrible, horrible laugh. "Time to sink!"

"No!"

Splash.

Pennywise had hauled Beverly under the sewer's constantly filtering water, leaving a generous trail of bubbles as it seemed to fall lower and lower under the surface. Beverly seemed like she had tried to scream beforehand, but was cut off by an awful gargling sound of the water filling up her lungs instead.

"Beverly-!" Ben screamed, dropping everything he had in his hands and glancing up at Bill with a panicked, desperate expression. Bill was the leader. We waited for his instruction for the most part.

This didn't matter to Ben, though, in the moment. He didn't hesitate to dive into the water after them, his feet kicking up in a diving position before disappearing like eels under the black stream.