ꜱᴛᴜᴛᴛᴇʀ (ʙɪʟʟ ᴅᴇɴʙʀᴏᴜɢʜ)

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ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ꜰɪᴠᴇ
ⁱⁿᶠᵒʳᵐᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ

HIS house was nice, It wasn't small but It definitely wasn't huge. It made Renee feel comfortable not creeped out like Eddie's and not unsafe like her house. The girl watched as Ben opened the door and rushed up the stairs, the losers followed tow and got to his door just in time to see the closest slam shut.

His walls were covered in the missing kids posters and the history of Derry.
Newspaper clippings, maps of Derry, It was like stepping back in time. "Woah, woah, woah, wow!" Richie pushed is bug eyed glasses back up and looked at the walls filled with all different information.

'his small brain probably can't take all this new information' the thought made Renee giggle, the sweet sound got Bill's attention, the smile he gave her was returned before he went and looked at what the room held. "Cool, huh?" Ben smiled at all his work, glade to be able to show it off to people that weren't in his household.

"No, nothing cool. There's nothing cool," Richie looked at something on a shelf and pointed to it. "Well this is cool wait. No It's not." Stan rolled his eyes at his obnoxious friend and read some of the news clippings.

Renee looked at one of the posters and frowned, she may not have known the boy that had his face printed on the fragile piece of paper, but It was sad to thing about how his parents had felt when their little boy was ripped from their grasp. The girl found her way over where the boys stood and seemed to take interest in one thing.
"What's that?"

She used her skinny fingers to point to the paper, many different signatures where on It and It, out of everything else, stook out to her.

"That? That's the charter for Derry Township." Renee hummed and moved her attention back to the stuttering boy who stood behind them all. His eyes were on Ben's desk, looking at every piece of information.
He hopped that something in this small room could give a clue on where his little brother could be. Poor little Georgie Denbrough had a whole life ahead of him and It was just snatched away.

"Nerd alert!" Richie snorted crossing his arms. Renee turned to her brother and hit him on the head with her hand, causing him to turn around an snap at his younger sibling. "Watch it, Renee!"

"Stop being so childish and keep your big mouth shut!" Though the girl stood up for Ben, he never seemed fazed by Richie's word's, he just seemed more interested.

"Actually, it's really interesting. Derry started as a beaver trapping camp." Richie through his hand up and turned to Eddie and Stan.

"Still Is, am I right, boys!" With a eye roll from his sister and Stan shaking his head at him, pushing his hand down, the trashmouth pushed his glasses up again and turned back to let Ben finish.

"Ninety-one people signed the charter that made Derry, but later that winter, they all disappeared...without a trace." Renee moved by her brother, putting her hand on his shoulder.

"The entire camp?" Her words came out shaky, she couldn't understand stand how a entire camp could go missing, but she also didn't get how all these kids from Derry go missing either.

"There were rumors of Indians...but no sign of an attack. Everyone thought it was a plague or something but It's like...one day everybody just woke up and left," Renee moved closer to her brother, the feeling she got from all of this was making her uneasy. Richie got the hint and grabbed the hand she moved from his shoulder. "The only clue was a trail of bloody clothes leading to the well-House." The teens looked amongst eachother unsure about this new information.

Renee let go of her older brothers hand and took a step back. "Where was the Well-House?" Bill's voice was quiet through the silent room.

"I don't know, somewhere in town, I guess," Bens eyes flickered over to Bill In a questioning manor. "Why?" Bill shook his head and closed his eyes, before opening them again to answer.

"Nothing."