❝everyone thinks that we're perfect, please don't them look through the curtains.❞
Elena Reign is known as Miss. Perfect to every person living in Derry. But as a monster awakens, the people of Derry realize just how imperfect Elena really is.
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The losers club were all in Bill's garage the next day. Bill was sticking up a map of Derry when Elena entered the garage. She had gotten a phone call from the stuttering boy earlier that day. He never told her what they were doing, just told her to come.
Everyone else was already in there, waiting around.
"Hey blondie! I missed you," Richie greeted her. Elena rolled her eyes and noticed the only free space was a stool next to Richie. She reluctantly sat in it.
"We literally saw each other yesterday," She scoffed.
"The hardest 24 hours of my life," He pretended to sob. Elena ignored him. "Is your arm okay?" He whispered to her as Ben handed Bill a slide and he popped it in.
"Yeah, it doesn't sting as much as it used to. I'll be fine," She whispered back, assuring him. "Sorry I didn't tell you in the first place," She mumbled.
"Don't be sorry. I wouldn't tell either, to be honest, blondie," Richie shrugged as the garage darkened. Mike had pulled down the door and Eddie was now setting up the projector.
"What are we doing anyway?" She asked the dark haired boy sitting next to her.
"Looking at some map, I guess," He shrugged.
"No shit," She rolled her blue eyes again. Before Richie could make some smart comeback, Bill had already started talking to them. He was now standing behind the projector, pointing at the map.
"Look," He pointed, his arm shaking slightly. "That's where G-G-G-Georgie disappeared," He gestured at a marking that read 'Storm Drain' on the map. "There's the Ironworks and the Black Spot. Everywhere It happens I-It's all connected by the sewers," Bill explained, not taking his eyes off the map. "And..they all meet up at the-"
"-Well house," Ben finished Bill's sentence, agreeing with everything his friend had just stated.
They all looked at the red lines (which represented the sewers) joining up to a place which was labelled the well house.
"It's in the house on Neibolt street," Stan looked at the others. Richie scrunched up his nose.
"In that creepy ass house where all the junkies and hobos like to sleep?" Rich clarified. Eddie scrambled for his inhaler and puffed. He coughed quietly. Elena shot her head towards him with worry.
"I hate that place," Beverly stated. "It always feels like its watching me,".
Eddie was still taking make deep puffs from his inhaler, breathing heavily. "That's where I saw it. That's where I saw the clown," He exhaled. Bill came to a realization.
"Th-That's where It lives," He told them.
"I can't imagine anything ever wanting to live there," Stanley gulped. That's when Eddie lost it. He hopped off his seat and stood right in front of the projector. The map was no longer visible, for Eddie's body was in the way.
