"She's gone," Bill stated, somehow getting those two simple words out without even so much as a stutter, despite the absolute devastation he was feeling. The rest of the Loser's Club looked at each other, matching looks of horror adorning their faces.
Every single one of them knew how much you meant to Bill. You had known Bill for most of your life, and the two of you started dating about three months prior to this.
"Don't worry, Bill, we'll find her. We will," Stan comforted, and Bill nodded, though you could easily tell he didn't believe his friend. He felt like whatever was left of his heart had been ripped out of his chest when he discovered the morbid writing left on your bedroom walls, you nowhere in sight. First, he lost Georgie, and now he was losing you. The two most important people in his life had been cruelly snatched from his hands.
"I-I know where w-we have to g-go," Bill said solemnly, and the rest of the losers listened closely to his plan.
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Shortly after, the Loser's Club were all stood outside the house on Neibolt street, staring warily at it's slightly ajar, run down front door.
"We have to g-go in," Bill said, confidently stepping forward. Beverly followed suit, but the rest of the losers waited hesitantly on the path. With a little bit of urging, Bev and Bill managed to get everyone else into the house.
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Finally, after probably the most horrific and traumatic time of their lives, the group made it down into It's layer. Each kid was shaken, wanting to just go back to the safety of their own homes. But they knew they weren't even safe there anymore; and they knew they couldn't leave their friend down in this hell.
"Wait, look! It's (y/n)," Richie said suddenly, pointing above everyone's heads. Sure enough, there you were. You were hanging, suspended in a zombie-like state, hair hanging down and covering your face from view.
Bill rushed forward, climbing on a small pile of broken toys, being able to just barely grab the toe of your shoe. Slowly, he was able to pull you back down to him, hugging you close as you made it down. But, you didn't respond. Bill pulled back, looking at your face, and saw that you were still entranced.
"(Y/n)! W-wake up! P-please," Bill begged, shaking your shoulders. Nothing seemed to be working, and Bill was about ready to break down crying. He didn't know what he could do; you might be stuck like this forever, and he would have to live with the knowledge that he wasn't able to save you.
Then, he had an idea. A last-ditch attempt to save you. Bill put his hands gently on your face, tilting it toward him, and pressed his lips shyly to yours. Eyes closed, praying that you would wake up. When he pulled back, and saw you were still the same, he was about to give up hope.
He turned to the group, a look so heartbroken on his face that his friends almost started to cry, when a coughing, sputtering sounded from behind him. Bill whirled around, eyes wide, and saw you doubled over, gasping for breath. Immediately, he rushed forward, enveloping you in a hug.
"Bill?" you asked, voice broken and scratchy. Tears came to your eyes as you recalled the overwhelming loneliness you felt being down here by yourself. You couldn't even begin to convey how grateful you felt that Bill came to rescue you.
"Y-yeah it's me. A-are you ok-kay?" he asked, holding you at arm's length. You could see the worry and fear in his eyes, and knew it was mirrored in your own.
"I'm fine now that you're here. Thank you for coming back for me," you said earnestly, trying to crack a smile that probably turned out to look more like a grimace.
"Of course I c-came back for you, a-are you crazy?" Bill asked, laughing a bit. Before you had a chance to respond, he pulled you in for another tight hug. Your arms wound around him, breathing in the sense of comfort that Bill brought to you. You knew this comfort wouldn't last long, but what mattered was that for now, for this one moment, you were safe and happy, and nobody, not even Pennywise the dancing satan, could ruin it.
