~Stay cute, stutter king.~ ((Bill Denbrough x OC reader))

Like shit.

We all watched in horror as Henry Bowers, who, by the way, was absolutely covered in blood, pulled the rope up so mike had no way of getting down. Bill reached it to grab the rope, but Henry pulled it up too fast. All the hope of mike being alive left my heart, as we heard thuds, grunts, and screams of pain coming from above us. I couldn't listen to it anymore. I walked to the back of the group, making the noises quieter, when I heard a voice.

"Psst, hey. Aaaaamyyyy~~" my head snapped towards the direction it came from, and I saw Beverly duck around the corner.

"H-hey! Bev!" I immediately followed her, not thinking at all. She ducked into a small doorway, most likely that could only fit one person, and they had to me my size. I raised an eyebrow, and ran into the dark, damp hole in the wall. I looked around. The hole wasn't even that big. At all. My eyes scanned the place, Beverly nowhere to be found. I shrugged, and turned around, suddenly being met by a cold, clammy hand being wrapped around my neck. My eyes widened. The clown.
A dark, low-pitched giggle came from him, as he lifted me off the ground, my hands went to his arm, helplessly trying to yank him off me. I realized that most of the fear I had for the clown had disappeared, and in its place, red, burning, twisted anger burned my senses. My face twisted into a glare. The clown smiled creepily.

"What is it, Mrs. Amy~? Are you happy that I'm going to kill you~?" He said, leaning close so I could see his sharp, pointed teeth. I let out a snort of laughter, the rest of my fear turning into confidence.

"You? Kill me?....like shit." I spat at him, and he let go of me, stumbling back out of the little room. I let my back hit the wall, and slid down, taking deep breaths. Holy shit.
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"Amy?! Amy?!? Where a-are you?!" A friendly, familiar voice rang through the well, making me scramble to my feet and run out of the small, dark space.

"BILL!!" I yelled, frantically looking around. I heard thousands of footsteps approach me, my 6 best friends making their way towards me, bill, as usual, leading the group. The sight of his face overwhelmed me with emotions, and I wrapped my arms around him tightly, shoving my face into his chest. He hugged me back, and shoved his face into my hair. I sniffled slightly, the weight of the whole situation making me completely overwhelmed. The rest of the group came around, surrounding me with hugs and comforting phrases. I counted the voices, and realized we were missing two. Of course, Beverly was one. But, the other....no, it wasn't mike....it was...I opened my mouth to say something, Eddie beating me to it.

"Where's Stan?"

"HELP ME!!"