Safe for Now (Beverly Marsh x Reader)

Projecting the Past

Y/N's POV
Bill set up a projector as we all gathered around where it would show the pictures. Once when it was all set up and turned on, Bill spoke out, "Look. T-That's where G-Georgie disappeared. There's the IronWorks and the Black Spot. Everywhere it happens, it's all connected by the sewers and they all meet up at the-."

"The well house," Ben interrupted.

"It's the house on Neibolt Street."

"You mean that creepy ass house where all the junkies and hobos like to sleep," Richie said.

Eddie sounded like he was about to hyperventilate as he took a breath with his inhaler.

"I hate that place. It always feels like it's watching me."

"That's where I saw it, that's where I saw the clown," Eddie told us.

"T-That's where It lives," Bill said. Eddie started hyperventilating while taking breaths with his inhaler.

"I can't imagine anything ever wanting to live there."

"Can we stop talking about this," Eddie said, freaking out as he got up and started pacing. "I-I can barely breathe. This is summer! We're kids! I can barely breathe! I'm up here having a fucking asthma attack! I'm not doing this," he yelled and pulled down the map of Derry Bill had put up.

"What the hell?! Put that back up," Bill yelled at him. Eddie ignored him and the projector started flicking through the pictures quickly.

"What's going on?"

"I got it, hold on."

The projector kept going onto family photos and went closer onto Bill's mom. Her hair was blowing all over her face and slowly started changing. Soon enough the clown showed up.

"What the fuck," I heard Richie scream, "what the fuck is that??"

"I don't fucking know," Eddie yelled back at him in response. The rest of stared in horror at the projector or screen.

"Turn it off! Turn it off," Beverly yelled. Mike responded by kicking the projector over and it seemed quiet enough to be done.

"Is it over," I asked. Just as I asked the question, it started working again but slower. The clown was weirdly still there then it flicked again and the clown was gone. The projector went black then the clown popped out like a giant Jack in the box.

"What the fuck!"

Most of us were stunned except a few who were able to pull open the garage door and let normal light in.

"It saw us. It saw us and it knows where we are!"

"Eddie please calm down and take a deep breath," I told him, still freaked out myself.

"It always did," Bill told him.

"Not helping Billy."

"S-So let's go," Bill said as he ignored me.

"Go? Go where?"

"Neibolt," Bill told us, "that's where G-Georgie i-is."

"After that," Stan exclaimed as he gestured quickly to the projector.

"Yeah! It's summer! We should be outside," Richie said with a tone of annoyance.

"If you say it's summer one more
f-f-fucking time..." Bill said.

He then grabbed his bike and Bill shouted after him. I took my bike and followed after Bill, wanting to find Georgie just as much as he did even if my hope was dwindling.

"Wait!"

Everyone followed after and we came up upon the Neibolt house.

"Well here we are," I said.

"Bill," Bev said, "You can't go in there, this is crazy."

"Look, you don't have to come in with us. But what happens when another Georgie goes missing? Or another Betty? Or another Ed Corcoran? Or one of us? Are you just gonna pretend it isn't happening like everyone else in this town? Because I can't" He rambled without stuttering. "I go home, and all I see is that Georgie isn't there. His clothes, his toys, his stupid stuffed animals, but... he isn't. So walking into this house, for me is easier than walking into my own" he finished and we turned around to go inside.

"Wow" Richie said surprised.

"What?" Ben asked him.

"He didn't stutter once" Richie responded.

Richie ended up following Bill up the stairs first when Stan called out.

"wait! Um... shouldn't we have some people keep watch?" He asked, "you know, just in case something bad happens?"

"Who wants to stay out here?"

Almost everyone raised their hand in response. Beverly, Bill, and I just kept our hands down. I heard Richie mutter something as everyone put their hands down.

"Well then. Let's pull straws to see who goes in. Bill goes in and the two shorter straws do too," I said as I pulled pieces of grass out of the ground.

"That works," Beverly said as she walked up to me and pulled a piece of grass from my hand. The rest of the group followed, with Eddie and Richie getting the shortest ones.