𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒘𝒐

[1/7] Bill and Richie

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Since Bill was sick with a cold, you decided to pay him a visit with a few friendly treats. Mainly a homemade soup, recipe given by your lovely grandma. Your feet pattered against the puddled asphalt below you. Your pink rain boots unfortunately getting soaked with the cold rainwater. Of course the day you decided to send Bill condolences, Derry gives you a surprise of awful weather. It didn't help the fact that your bike had broke down less than a week ago.

You walked up to the porch of the Denbrough household, being greeted at the door with Georgie dressed in a bright yellow raincoat. "Look at you! Planning on coming outside, Georgie?" You asked with a smile on your face. He pulled you into the house, slamming the door shut. An excited smile making way to his face, already replying to your given question.

"Yes! Bill is making me a boat! S.S. Georgie!" He awed, dragging you up the creaky stairs. A quiet chuckle escaped your cold lips, the small child's enthusiasm making you amused. "He is? Can I see the boat?" You replied, making the boy tug on you more.

"Well, duh!" He giggled, knocking onto the doorway of Bill's room. "G-Georgie, to finish your b-boat I need you to go grab the wa-" Bill cut himself off when his eyes drifted to your appearance in the door alongside Georgie. He rushed up from his seat, covering his half-naked body in a worn out, blue robe. You laughed at the sight, his face almost flushing pale on the spot.

"Awkward.." Georgie mumbled out, walking towards the desk that held onto his newly folded boat. "Can IT float?" He asked, eyes sparkling at the creation in front of him. The adorable sight warming you inside and out. "Well, not yet! I need the w-wax from d-downstairs.. Wh-Which is what I was saying, before I saw Y/N." He stuttered, not making eye contact with you as he stumbled over to his desk seat.

"I can go grab it for the both of you, if need be!" You chirped out, setting the still warm soup onto Bill's bedsheets. He was about to protest when you dropped your jacket from around your shoulders, making him gulp instead of doing so. His Adam's apple bobbing in his throat, showing that he was nerved at the sight before him.

"Yes, please!" Georgie said, not waiting for Bill's word any further. You gave him a kind-hearted smile before stepping out of the room. No longer feeling the safe atmosphere like you felt when with the two siblings. This causing your anxiety to spike as you stepped across the wooden floor. You sucked in a breath, taking a few more steps to the dark basement, your hand grasping the doorknob. Twisting it around to open the door, you began stalking down the stairwell. Eyes never once leaving the floor, in fear you'll see something that would frighten you more than you already were spooked.

Slowly, you lifted your gaze to the shelves, looking for the wax needed to float Georgie's boat. You let out a small cry, thinking you saw something out of the corner of your eye. Only to let out a small laugh when realization hit you that it was the head of a mop.

Feeling less enticed by your surroundings, you turned on your heel grasping onto the boxed wax, and skipped back towards the stairway. A smile making way to your face as you left the basement untouched and safe, with the wax needed.

You walked back into Bill's room, watching him and Georgie speak about how the wax will help the boat float in water. "Alright! I believe this is what you were looking for?" You said abruptly, making the two jump. Bill looked back at you with widened eyes, his eyes going down to the wax in your hand.

"Y-Yes, thank you... Y/N" He replied, trailing off when coming to speak up your name. His gaze going back to the boat. Your smile faltered at his movements, seeming as he didn't want to make eye contact with you. You shrugged it off, giving Georgie his wax and sitting along Bill's mattress. Watching as the boy slathered the melted wax onto the paper boat.

"Here y-you go, Georgie." He smiled, handing the boat to his younger sibling. Georgie squealed in excitement and looked over at you, jumping up and down. "Oh, Y/N! Since Bill can't come with me. Can you? Please!" He begged, making you look over to Bill who seemed off about the idea.

You shrugged over at Bill, a grin growing onto your face as you nodded your head. "Sure will!"

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You stepped out of the door as Georgie ran off towards the water sourced along the curb. "Look at this, Y/N!" He yelled out, placing the boat into the water and watching as it sailed off on it's own. You couldn't help but awe at the boy's cute sense of enjoying little things such as the boat.

Only you felt uneasy in the cold weather. Wrapping your arms around yourself for warmth, since it seemed to be that you didn't wear enough layers of clothing to be prepared for the temperature. "Georgie, don't let it get too far!" You called out, worry taking over your body as his figure disappeared farther into the mist of rain.

Your feet quickened up in pacing, trying to catch up with the yellow raincoat. Hard to miss. Only you couldn't see it anywhere. Like he had disappeared completely into the storm. You called out for him, your anxiety growing impeccably. "Georgie!!" You yelled, a sharp pain growing in your chest at the thought of losing him. Your eyes began to water, though it could barely be seen with all the raindrops caught on your complexion.

You saw a flash of yellow and darted towards it. Hope rising in you as you saw Georgie, only he was crept down next to a sewer drain. "What are you do-"

Your words were cut off when the boy was sucked down into the sewer, blood splashing up as the movements happened. You stood, paralyzed. Like your feet had sunk into a large pit of dried cement.

The color from your face had drained out completely. Leaving you to look sickly at the bloody mess in the middle of the road. Your lips parted, a loud scream passing through your throat. This scream caught the attention of Pennywise. Making them appear straight in front of you. Only IT wasn't in the clown form. It was in the form of your fear. Y/F.

This shocked terror into you, making you stumble back onto your bottom. Getting completely sunk down into the road as the creature/thing latched onto your arm. One last scream surpassing your lips as your mind rolled into an unconscious state.

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