Shapes - Stan Uris x Reader

~9~

Stanley sat upon his bed, rubbing his eyes from the long sleep he had just gotten. He flipped his covers off of him and put decent clothes on, doing the rest of his daily morning routine. He walked downstairs to see his parents together eating breakfast. "Hey, Eddie invited me to see the new Batman movie and I'm going to leave now." He tried to be as blunt and make it not obvious that he was lying. As he closed the door, he could hear a quiet "be safe" from his mother, but he ignored it. He dragged his bike out of the garage and kicked up the kickstand, pushing off towards (Y/n)'s house.

As he stopped in front of her house, he noticed the open front door. Dropping the bike, he ran up and through the opening. "(Y/n)?" he called, but no answer was heard. He walked into the kitchen, and that was when everything went wrong. He noticed a damp and bloodied denim jacket on the floor, one that he had seen her wear prior and the large words on the ceiling in blood, You Die If You Try. Stan back away slowly, taking in what had happened and soon running to his bike to get everyone back together to save (Y/n).

Bill was the closest, Stan busted into his garage where he was taking apart the sewer tunnels made out of hamster tubes. "IT got (Y/n)," This was all that he needed to say to get Bill up and running to get his bike. They called the others to meet them at the Neibolt house, then rushed to get Richie from the arcade. They were expecting a fight from him, but it didn't take long until he was out and riding with the entire group to the house where their friend was being kept.

(Y/n) woke up on the ground of what she recognized as the sewer. She regained her strength as she got up, her dress now filthy and her hair still damp. She stumbled around, looking for any type of exit, but instead, she found a pile of clothing and toys of missing children, and the actual missing children floating over it. She back up until she hit a wall, holding onto a pipe as a jack in the box started to spin. "Please welcome Pennywise the Dancing Clown!" It laughed and spun faster, making the usually happy children's turn distorted until it popped open.

Instead of a little clown puppet, a trapdoor fell revealing the actual full-size clown. He started to dance, as his name implied, and he wasn't that bad. Confusion was much more prominent than fear in this particular situation, she frantically searched around for any type of exit. She took her chance and bolted to the other side of the room, only to be caught and held up by the throat after the clown jumped off of its podium to catch her. "I'm not afraid of you," she struggled out, squirming and being reminded of her struggle the night before, fear emanating from her.

"But you're still afraid of something. I'm just adding to the list." His face spread apart, revealing rows upon rows of teeth and three lights at the back of his throat. (Y/n) felt herself slip out of consciousness and reality, blacking out.

"Hey Eds, you got a quarter?" Richie tried lightening the mood of the giant decrepit well that would probably be their doom.

"I'm not making a wish in that fucking thing," Eddie continued on, looking down. Bill grabbed a rope and let it hang down, everyone going in one-by-one. Mike was about to go down until Henry Bowers showed up and started to attack him, Stan heard his name being called and it sounded like (Y/n). He split from the group, turning back and realizing that none of them were there anymore.

"Shit," he muttered, aiming his flashlight forward and attempting to see in front of him and avoid an attack. He was now in an open room and on the other side, the lady with the flute that had taunted him time and time again stood, her misshapen smile aimed towards him. She lunged at him and knocked him over, leaving him screaming for help from the other losers.

I realize that this is a short chapter, but the next one quite possibly will be the last of the actual movie, so it will include a lot. And it's literally almost Tuesday, but I had a lot of school stuff happen so I'm back now with my last week before break.

Also, I've started writing another IT story (It has the losers, but a different storyline), but I want to make it like centered around maybe the reader or an OC and one of the losers. Which one would you prefer to have it about if I were to make it?