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We are all standing in an alleyway where we are looking at a missing poster for a kid named Ed Corcoran.
Except Richie. He is trying to play one of the instruments from someone in the parade or something as the guy tries to get it back.
"They say they found his hand all chewed up." Stan announces. "He asked to borrow a pencil from me once." Ben says. "It's like she has been f-forgotten." Bill says as he lifts up Ed Corcorans poster to reveal Betty's. "Is it ever gonna end." Stan asks. "I don't know." I say. "What are you guys talking about?" Eddie asks as he holds ice cream. "What they always talk about." Richie replies while he walks over to us.
"I actually think it will end." Ben said.
"For a little while at least." Ben added. "What do you mean?" Beverly asks. "So I was going over all of my Derry research, and I saw all of the big events. The Iron Works explosion in 1908, the Bradley gang in '35, and the black spot in '62, and now kids being -. I realize that this stuff seems to happen every 27 years." Ben said.
"Holy shit." I say.
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"Okay, so let me get this straight. It comes out from wherever to eat kids for a year, and then what? It just goes into hibernation?" Eddie questions.
"Maybe it's like, what do you call it? Cicadas, you know, the bugs that come out every 17 years.
"My grandfather thinks that this town is cursed. He says that all the bad things that happen in this town is because of one thing. An evil thing that feeds off the people of Derry." Mike said.
"But it can't be one thing. We all saw something different." Stan said. "Maybe, but maybe this thing knows us most, and that's what we see." Mike said. "I saw a lepor. It was like a walking infection." Eddie announced. "But you didn't because it isn't real. None of this is. Not Eddie's lepor, or Bill seeing Georgie, or the woman I keep seeing." Stan says.
"Is she hot?" Richie asked. "No, Richie, she's not hot!" Stan shouts.
"Her face is all messed up. None of this makes any sense. They are all like bad dreams." Stan adds.
"I don't think so, I know the difference between a bad dream and real life, okay?" Mike says. "What did you see? You saw something too?" Eddie asked. "Yes. You know that burnt down house on Harris Avenue? I was inside when it burnt down. Before I was rescued, my mom and dad were trapped in the next room over from me. They were pushing and pounding on the door, trying to get to me, but it was too hot. The fireman finally found them, the skin on their hands had melted down to the bone. We are all afraid of something." Mike said. I give him a sympathetic look.
"Got that right." Richie says. "Why, Rich? What are you afraid of?" Eddie asked. "Clowns." Richie said as he looked back over to a clown on the stage.
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FEAR, it 2017
Fanfiction▌ 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑 ❝ what the hell was that thing? ❞ disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters except for Marcie. This story contains language, blood, gore, mentions of death and etc.