We'll Always Be Losers, No Matter What (IT Rewrite)

You're A Fucking Disappointment, Will Cloverleaf

Warning: Mention of Sexual Assault, violence, slurs, & other offensive bullshit, skip if uncomfortable

After wrapping up a chat with Eddie, Will raced on her bike to the pharmacy to grab some cigarettes. However, her pulse quickened as she noticed the notorious Bowers Gang from Hell. 'Oh, fuckballs,' she thought, her fear palpable. Will slowly started to move backward, attempting to slip away unnoticed. Unfortunately, her efforts were in vain as they caught sight of her, and she bolted as fast as she could. But facing off against four imposing boys was no easy feat. "Hello, Willow Cloverleaf," snarled Henry Bowers. "What do you want, Henry?" Will snapped. "Just a report," hissed Victor Criss. "Nothing, just us Losers doing unimportant bullshit, that's all," Will snapped. "'Us Losers?' You mean, you've joined the Losers Club?" Patrick Hockstetter scoffed. "I would rather be known as a Loser than a Bowers member who manipulates kids into doing what we command them to do!" Will screamed. "What you're saying is you fucking quit?!" Henry Bowers shouted, his voice echoing. "Basically, Motherfucker," snarled Will, grabbing her pocket knife, ready to defend herself. "Big mistake, whore," growled Henry Bowers, getting his kitchen knife. "Bring it on, bitch," Will snapped. "With pleasure," said Henry. Henry pounced on Will, prepared to mete out his usual punishment to Bowers members who had let him down. Thankfully, Will had dodge his attack and was able to successfully stab a wound at Henry's forehead, with burning hot blood dripping onto his nose. "Damn," Belch Huggins said, smirking at Will. 'What are they up to?' Will wondered. Henry wiped the blood away and ran as fast as he coulo, which led to Henry cutting Will's hair, now leaving it with a masculine look that screamed 'Richie Tozier curls', but with faded highlights. "Oops, looks like the haircut made you a man," cackled Patrick. 'Shit, Shit, Shit,' Will thought, panicky. "Time for the main course," howled Victor. Henry gave Will a scar on her neck, causing blood to spray all over their faces and floor as if a murder had happened. Next, Henry handed his beloved knife to Belch, who slapped Will's ass as hard as he could while cutting a scar onto her thigh. "Shit!" Will screamed. "Can't fight back, bitch?" Patrick cackled. "I could, asshole!" Will screamed, kicking Belch in the penis and stabbing him in the arm with her knife. "Fuckballs!" Belch shouted. "That's enough," Henry snapped, slapping Will in the face and grabbing her at the neck. "I'm not letting you off that easily," snarled Henry. He shoved Will into an alleyway where Henry tore off Will's clothes and tied her onto a pipe. "I'm going teach you a lesson," whispered Henry into Will's ear. "I doubt that, Henry Bowers," said Will, kicking Henry at his leg. "Try harder, sweetheart," snarled Henry. "I'm not your sicking sex toy," Will said. "Let me guess, you would die for those Losers to end your virginity," snapped Henry. "Shut the fuck up!" Will screamed, grabbing her knife with her mouth and stabbing it onto Henry's penis. "Fuck!" Henry screamed. Will bit her way out, grabbed her clothes, and ran as fast as she could. "By the way, I was never a loyal member of The Bowers Gang," Will snarled. Will dressed as she ran and rode away quickly on her bike, keeping a note that she'd let Richie buy her Cigarettes from now on. Bowers or no Bowers.

"Dahlia, I'm back," said Will, dusting off the blood from her clothes. "First off: It's Stepmother, Second: Where the fuck have you been?!" Dahlia (Will's Stepmother) shouted. "Just ..... riding my bike," mused Will. "With Stanley Uris and those damned boys?" Dahlia snapped. "They have names, Mom," said Felix (Will's stepbrother). "This doesn't concern you, Felix," said Dahlia, putting a hand up. "I don't understand what your problem is with The Losers Club, they're good friends, for crying out loud!" Will shouted. "'Good friends'?! They're nothing but fucking faggots in this damned town! I don't know why your father made us move here, but I know that this is last mistake he made!" Dahlia screamed. "I think the biggest mistake he made was marrying a piece of shit woman like you," snapped Will. "I will be not treated like this in my own motherfucking house! You're a woman and it's about time you've started acting like one!" Dahlia shouted, slapping the absolute shit out of Will, causing blood to spill out of Will's nose. "Now clean up and get extensions, you look like a man," scoffed Dahlia, leaving the house. "You didn't come out as Trans yet?" Felix asked. "I can't, asshole. If I do, I'll get something worse than a slap on the face," said Will, with fear. "I think I know how," said Felix. Felix escorted his stepsister up the stairs and guided her to the bathroom, where he immediately got to work. He picked up a bottle of bleach and meticulously began washing out Will's highlights. Then, he skillfully proceeded to trim her hair before applying vibrant red highlights that perfectly matched Will's desired look. 

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"Alright, now you can look," said Felix. Will opened their eyes to reveal his new look. It was like staring at a different person! "Oh. My. Fucking. God! Thank you, Felix!" Will exclaimed, hugging Felix. "No problem. For the future, what pronouns do you want to be called?" Felix asked. "He/Them/Him/They," said Will. "Alright then, Wyllow Cloverleaf," said Felix. "But, how am I going to dress if most of my motherfucking clothes are dressess and skirts?" Will groaned. "I'll let you borrow SOME of my clothes, although you're going to have to still wear skirts," assured Felix. "What about my feminine swimwear or fancy occasion outfits or underclothes?" Will grumbled. "We'll burn them and I'll buy you new shit," said Felix, calmly. "I'm going to hang out with The Losers, see you, Felix," said Will, gathering his backpack. "See ya," said Felix.