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𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄: (𝐘/𝐍)'𝐬 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘

We all know what happened to poor little George. We all know that there's no hope in him being alive and healthy. Even Bill's parents know... On the note of his parents, they felt empty and cold. Bill's Mom is on the brink of insanity whilst his father was pushing the pain away and staying in the Garage .

So this brings us to now, 12 ᵀᴴ November 1988. With our favorite main character (Y/n). Right now they're on their daily food run around the block. You see, the way a food run works is by going to the bottom of a street and knocking on a random person's house.  (If Mrs Marr was out of her house -we'll get to that later)

And if you couldn't tell by the name of 'Daily food run' , (Y/n) is- in Greta Bowie's words 'a homeless orphan that no one wants to hangout with!'. (Only if Greta looked around she would see the scouling faces of five children.),
(Y/n) is homeless...

Anyway, if you wanted me to sum it up in one word it would be,
Begging.

Today (Y/n) was walking up Witcham street, planing on getting some 'good ass food.' (as they called it) from Mrs Marr. Mrs Marr is a tiny old woman lives near the top of Witcham street. (Y/n) always liked Mrs Marr (Mostly because of the spaghetti she makes for them). But she was a kind and sweet lady. She always looked out for (Y/n) by feeding them, clothing them (she even let them choose the clothes) and ,by going the extra mile, looks for potential families to house (Y/n). She makes sure (Y/n) is clean and healthy.

KNOCK KNOCK

"Mrs Marr?" (Y/n) calls out
"Hello? Mrs Marr?" they call again

(Y/n) lifts up the door mat looking for the house key but they find a neatly written note attached to the house keys.
The note reading:

'Hello (Y/n),
If I am correct and know you well enough, you would of checked under the door mat to find my house keys. If you see this, I have made my way over to the Denbrough resistance. They have invited you and I over for a conversation. I have left clothes in the house on the dining room table.

Lots of love,
Anne Marr

P.S
They live in the house directly opposite me'

"Oh, sweet!" (Y/n) mutters

(Y/n) picks up the key and unlocks the door. If you were to walk into Mrs Marr's house, you would get a strong smell of elderflower and lemons.

(Y/n) arrives in the dining room and they spot a folded outfit on the table.
They unfold the pile and find (outfit #1)

"Mrs Marr, you fucking legend!" they shout

They walk into the bathroom and get changed as fast as they could.

"Aw, shit. My hair looks like a nest." they say trying to fix it

They sprint out of the bathroom, slamming the front door open and jumping down the porch steps.

They saw a 'pack' of four boys,around their age, on bikes riding down Witcham street with a blue Trans-Am speeding after them

"Oh, ok..?" they said while letting the scene unfold before their eyes

(Y/n) looks at the mail box of the house opposite

      The
            Denbrough's

"Oh,"

KNOCK KNOCK

(Y/n) hears a muffled, "Bill? Will you get it please?"

"O-okay!" a soft voice shouts back

A boy (around a few inches shorter than them) with short auburn hair answers the door