Shapes - Stan Uris x Reader

~6~

The air in Bill's garage was dry, and the six kids piled into it, finding things to sit on as Bill set up the projector. Richie noticed a new kid, Mike Hanlon (whom he just knew as the homeschool kid who worked on the farm), but when he asked Eddie, he was told that they had gotten in a rock war while saving him from Bowers. He was going to tell his asthmatic friend about getting invited to a senior's party, but he felt that it would be best if only he and (Y/n) knew about it for now. He peered over at her, who was sitting on a turned over milk crate talking to Mike, who was on what looked like a bar stool.

Eddie was rambling on about something as he watched Stan pull an old dining chair to the two already talking, joining in on their conversation. (Y/n)'s eyes seemed to have a glow when she spoke to Stan, and her cheeks were slightly pink, something that Richie had never seen when she was around him. He felt something unusual; this was--although he didn't know this at the time--jealousy. "And then he grabbed the chicken and just-- Richie are you even listening?"

"Yeah, I'm just trying to find some shit to sit on." Eddie rolled his eyes and pointed to the two chairs right by where they both stood. They took their seats as Bill finally put the map of derry on the wall. He explained all of the disappearances and significant events where IT may have killed people. He showed a diagram of the sewage system over the regular map, they all made the connection that the disappearances were all near them.

"Everywhere IT happens its- its all connected by the sewers." He paused, "and they all meet up at-"

"The house on Neibolt Street" Stan interrupted, fear laced in each syllable spoken. (Y/n) Grabbed his hand for calm him down, he threw a soft smile. Loud puffs of Eddie's inhaler could be heard from a mile away as if he had a panic attack. Everyone's attention was now on him.

"That's where IT lives," Bill finished, everyone was silent, trying to take it all in, everyone except for Eddie.

Breathlessly he spoke, "That's where I saw the clown." He jumped up and was now yelling, "I'm not doing this!" He tore the map from the wall frantically.

"What the hell! Put the map back." Bill's journey for closure was not going to be ruined because Ed was scared. The projector started to switch slides as the standoff between the boys was between them. Ed shook his head no, once again the slide switching. The other losers tensed, some because of the projector and others because they didn't want to see a civil war in their group.

As the slides continued to change, Bill looked down and noticed. Everyone was now staring that the wall with the moving images. (Y/n) squeezed Stan's hand and scooted closer to him. "What happened?" Bill now saw a picture of Georgie and their father after one of the little boy's baseball games. Mike got up and tried to fix the problem as Eddie stepped away from the wall.

The next two were family vacation pictures from when the Denbroughs went to an amusement park the summer before he went missing. It switched faster now, from a camping trip to a photo taken after a church service. Everyone was tense as the projected started to zoom in on Georgie. It then focused on Bill's mom, her hair in her face. It was not until her face was covered entirely that the picture didn't show his mother's face anymore, but the clown that they had seen before.

That was the cue for everyone to get up and back away, grabbed on by whoever was close. Eddie and Richie locked arms, and Stan pulled (Y/n) into him. The heavy breathing was prominent. "Turn it off!" She yelled as the projector sped up, "Turn it off!" She repeated herself, louder this time. Mike kicked it over, and it crashed on the floor, sighs of relief were made. IT wasn't over; it continued to change slides. A giant photo of the clown was now projected, but after a few clicks, it wasn't there anymore.

The lights went out for a second and out popped the clown. It was much larger than the other times that they had seen him. He crawled on all fours as the seven kids fell over each other, screaming, crying, and trying to get out. Stan pulled (Y/) into a dark corner, where he thought they could hide. The opposite happened, and they were cornered, the clown reaching in to get them.

(Y/n) Covered her eyes, but before they could get devoured by the creature, the other losers opened the garage door, and the light started to flood in. They looked at each other and then down to their hands, interlocked. They let go before the others saw and walked out, barely able to breathe. "IT saw us. It knows where we are. It always had." Stan whispers, but with enough volume that the others could hear.

"Y-you're right, Stan. Let's g-g-go." Bill picked up his bike and sat on it.

"Go where?"

"To Neibolt." He started to ride away despite the yells of opposition coming from the group. They all got on their bikes and followed suit, trying to get him to change his mind. They all yelled for Bill, but he stayed silent and only looked forward. If anything were going to stop him from going to that hell house, it would probably be death. Once they caught up to him, he was on the broken steps of the house.

He gave a speech, not stuttering once, about how his life was without Georgie. It could've brought tears to everyone's eyes if they weren't already filled fear and anger. "Don't we need a lookout?" Bill rolled his eyes.

"Alright, who wants to be a lookout?" Five hands rose, all except for Bill and (Y/n). Slowly the guys put their hands down.

It took some negotiation, but they eventually drew straws. Bill, Eddie, Richie, and (Y/n) went in.

Sorry that this update came about two weeks late (Yeah that bad), but I was kind of given two projects and a few tests in the span of a week and it kind of killed me. I also wrote the next chapter and figured that I wanted this to happen before the events of that chapter.

I will try to update as soon as I can.