𝙂𝙐𝙏𝙏𝙀𝙍 , an it fanfiction.

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"SURE I WON'T GET INTO TROUBLE BILL?" an eager yet nervous Georgie Denbrough said, just a little too loud for his brothers liking. "Don't be a w-wuss. I would go with you if I weren't-" he paused to cough into his arm, "dying." Georgie got visibly saddened by this. "You're not dying." Bill didn't notice, as he was folding a boat for his brother to sail in the rain. "You didn't see the vomit coming out of my nose this morning." he smiled and threw a kleenex at his brother.

"Now g-g-g-go on, get the wax." he grabbed a sharpie, writing on it. S.S. GEORGIE. "In the cellar?" Georgie furrowed his eyebrows together. Bill knew of his fear of the cellar, but of course he couldn't get it himself. "You want it to float, don't you?" Georgie left the room, grabbing a walkie talkie and a flashlight off of his brothers shelf. He walked downstairs, past his mom who was playing the piano. Bill smiled to himself slightly, he was proud of his boatmaking.

Georgie flung the cellar door open, he walked down slowly. "Okay, I'm brave.." He shined the flashlight on everything, making sure there were no ghosts near him. "H-Hurry up!" Bill's distorted voice through the old walkie talkie scares Georgie, making him jump. He quickly grabbed the block of wax and a bowl, rushing up the stairs. He closes the door harshly, and runs by his mom who was so lost in her music she didn't so much as flinch. He ran up the stairs and into his brothers room.

Bill lights a match and puts the wax in the bowl, dipping his finger in the melting wax, and glides his finger across the boat. He repeats this process while Georgie watches impatiently, and finally Bill finishes. "There you go. She's all ready Captain." Bill smiles and puts his elbows on either side of him, one on the back of the chair, and the other on his desk. "She?" Georgie looks confused. "You call boats she." Bill informs him, and Georgie nods. He kisses his brother on the cheek, and runs out of the room. "Don't forget you-your rain jacket!"

Setting his boat down on the street, Georgie buttons the last on his jacket while running after the boat, as it already escapes him. He chases after his boat, ducking under an orange sawhorse labeled DERRY PUBLIC WORKS. He laughs and looks behind him for a split second, and crashes into another sawhorse, landing on his right arm. The young boy starts to cry, and sees his boat headed straight for a drain. "No!" He gets back up, despite the pain in his arm. He loses sight of the boat as it goes down the drain. He looks around for a moment, unable to see in the darkness. "Bill's gonna kill me!"

A smile appears in the darkness, startling Georgie. He looks closer, and sees a clown. Not a Ronald McDonald, or Bozo the clown, but a creepier knockoff. "What a nice boat. It floats." Georgie backed away a few inches, nodding. "Would you like it back?"

"Yes please." Georgie, polite as always, reaches for his boat but the clown doesn't hand it to him. "Why are you in the sewer?" Georgie asks, breaking a silence. "Oh the circus said not to say," the clown shakes his head and smiles, his teeth sharper than a dagger. "How come?" The clown shrugs. "They just don't let me in on that stuff. I just do my tricks for the kids. You look like a nice boy, I bet you have lots of friends."

Georgie smiles. "Three. But my brother is my best best." he was happy to talk about his brother, admiring him. He glances at his boat that the clown has in his hands. "Is this his boat?" Nodding, Georgie smiles even wider. "He made it for me." A grin of his own grows on the clowns face. "And where is your brother?" Looking back to his house, georgie answers wearily. "In bed, sick."

"Let me cheer him up. I'll bring you both to the circus." Georgie shakes his head, turning back to look at the clown. "He won't want to go." The clown tilts his head slightly. "Why not? Theres cotton candy, and bearded women, and all the balloons your brother could ever want." The clown tried to sound convincing, eager to get the two to go with him. "He's fourteen. He thinks balloons are dumb. And clowns are dumb." The clown frowned at that remark. "I'll take you then." Georgie shook his head. "I'm not supposed to go with strangers." The clowns frown deepened. "Smart parents. Well, I'm Bob Gray- Pennywise to my friends. What do they call you?"

"G-Georgie." Him stuttering reminded him of his brother, and how he desperately wanted his boat back. "Georgie. Well now we aren't strangers, are we?" Georgie shrugged, unconvinced of his act. "I promise I'll have you back in time for dinner. Give me your hand and we'll shake on it." Pennywise extended his right hand, keeping the boat in his left. "You're still a stranger. I don't want to talk to you." Georgie felt proud of himself for speaking up, but the clown persisted. "Okay, shake and give me the silent treatment. Zip your lip up and shake-" he took back his right hand to imitate him zipping his lip, then continued. "and I'll give you back your boat."

Pennywise holds out his left hand with Georgie's boat, and his right to shake. Georgie reaches out both hands, his left to take his boat, and his throbbing right one to commence their friendship. Just as he was about to touch his boat and Pennywise's hand, the clown lunges. He grabs Georgie's injured hand, and pulled him down towards the sewer, his rows of teeth breaking the layers of his skin and tearing off his arm.

Georgie pulls away, his arm bleeding horribly. Blood mixes with the water as Georgie crawls away. At least he's escaping the horrible incident, he wants a hug from his brother to feel better. The bloody stump of his arm slows him down, only focusing on the pain. Unknown to Georgie, the clown yanks him back, and even though Georgie claws with his good arm, he is quickly dragged. He gets pulled into the sewer, kicking and screaming as loud as his lungs let him, but nobody comes. Nobody even hears.

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