ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ᵈᵃʳᵏ

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there is more interaction with the loser's club in this, would be boring and off the plot if I didn't.

you made sure not to move. why would you do that? you might be killed, so you remain there. you chuckle, henry seems surprised. "you seem giddy, he points out. despite the position you were in, you were using humor to seem less scared.

"well, no shit sherlock, you roll your eyes. his knife was quickly on your throat. "shut the fuck up. I really don't want to do this." you nod, you quickly stop speaking.

"now all you have to do is do as I ask, got it?"

you nod. for now you'd obey. you just couldn't be stupid. and so, you weren't being stupid. you could feel Henry tremble from whatever adrenaline he got from being a fucked up weirdo. you remain frozen.

however, you could use your knee to kick him where it hurt, which it would give you plenty of time. you could run, if you really needed to.

fuck, how can I get out of this? you think, then decide to just do it and run as fast you could. you quickly knee him in that area, and run while he groans. "you fucking bitch! He exclaimed. "Thanks! You reply confidently, then escape to outside.

you hoped to run into any of the friends you had made. If you were by people, you'd be okay, right? There would be witnesses to help you back your claim that Henry Bowers was an asshole and an obsessed weirdo.

"y-y/n?"

you somehow bumped into bill, you sigh of relief. "hi. look, could i be by you for a little? i'm in some trouble." "i-i k-know i-it's not m-my b-business, b-but w-why? he stuttered. you held your breath nervously."henry fucking bowers. you know him, right?"

he nodded."g-get o-on my b-bike." you nod, noticing a faint blush on his face. bill was cute, you would admit. you wouldn't admit how your heart raced while you wrapped your arms around his waist. 

you were confused on your feelings, but you would never, in no circumstances complicate things to those you were confused about. you could see henry, he looked very angry. "thanks, bill, i owe you, you chuckle, when both of you stop.

"h-hey, n-no p-problem."

you get off his bike. "where were you going anyway? you ask, curiously. "i mean, not really my business, but kind of curious." bill smiled."-well... i-i w-was g-going t-to i-invite you..." you smile. "to what?"

you began developing a crush on bill, he was very kind and sweet. "t-there's s-something o-out t-there, he explained. "I was aware of that bill, I saw it too, You frown. "I don't like that thinking about it though. He's terrifying."

You didn't like remembering Pennywise. He was going to kill you. So you decide on tagging along with Bill to the other friends. They called themselves the Loser Club. Which didn't make sense, since to you, they weren't losers at all.

But maybe to them, it had some sort of meaning. You meet up with the losers. Mike was explaining his experience with pennywise. It involved his late parents and you felt bad for him. It wasn't his fault.

"I'm sorry about your parents, Mike, You spoke up, sympathetically. "It's okay, He replied. Each of them had their own experiences.

Richie tried to crack up a few jokes and while some of them were funny to you, not so much to others. Beverly was there, a girl you had seen a few times before.

And she was awfully pretty. You'd have to say that. And couldn't keep her out of your mind. It was weird but true. Maybe at your age that was normal. But if you told anybody about those feelings, you'd be bullied and be put in hell for a long time.

It was the 80's, being anything but the ideal standard of being in love with boys and boys being in love with girls wasn't quite accepted yet. You hoped it would be soon. You really didn't like the pit feeling of gulf in your stomach.

For once, Richie was serious when he asks you, "Are you okay, Y/n?" "I'm fine, You replied."I just zoned out for a little." "I hope you're okay, I bet the gang is still after you, Beverly said.

Fuck. You almost forgot.

"I'm sorry, if they're after me, they're going to target you even more, You whisper. "Also, whose balloon is that?" They turn around.

"Richie, that's not funny-"

"I swear to fucking god it's not me! I hate those fucking clowns."

It was a red balloon that was floating around. If it wasn't Richie being a sick prankster, then it had to have been It. Pennywise.

God you hated that fucking thing. Whatever it was. It scared the living shit out of you and it knew that. You weren't exactly sure what it was, hence why you were referring to pennywise as it. Everyone froze.

Pennywise was mocking each and every one of you, you were sure. Why else would there be a red balloon out in the open? It was almost as if it wanted you to feel scared. But you did have other things on your mind.

For one thing, you were still being harassed. Even though you did specifically say no. Apparently that word alone wasn't powerful anymore.

"Do you think it'll go after one of you next? You ask. "I-It a-always s-shows i-itself a-as G-Georgie, Bill said. You felt even more horrible. He was mocking Bill by showing his late brother. That must've been hard enough on him.

You frown. "I'm so sorry, Bill. We should kill this thing somehow, if possible." Everyone nodded. Then, Stan pointed out something logical.

"If this thing is so powerful, how can we even stop it? We're... just teens, Stan said. "But we have something that he doesn't, Mike said."A team." He was right. Pennywise had nobody but itself. Friendship could very strong, but more importantly, every one of them was filled with hope and had an imaginative mind. That was their weapon.

Suddenly, you hear a noise and then turn. "Oh fuck, the Bower's Gang."