Bowers Gang {Imagines, Stories, Etc}

Victor's Fear

There you stood, at the Neibolt house. Your saw your friends, the Bowers Gang go in after the Losers and you decided to stay outside, no way in hell were you going in there, untill you heard a scream. As you gained the courage to take a step in a figure started to run towards you, you stepped back in fear.
Patrick, the scariest bully out of all of them, ran past you and his long legs were going fast. He looked back to you after he jumped the stairs, "Y/N! RUN!" He yelled as Henry and Belch ran past you, Victor ran out last and grabbed your wrist and pulled you forward making your legs stumble to keep up with the four boys running.
The Losers not far behind were also running away from the house, you were confused, "What was in that house that scared them all equally?" You thought. Your lungs began to burn and legs aching as you struggled to run. Everyone stopped running as you were at the edge of the woods by the Quarry, "What the hell are you running from?" You yelled at them.
"You would have seen it if you had the balls to step in that fucking crack house you pussy ass bitch!" Richie yelled at you, "Woah!" Stan yelled as Bill placed a hand on his shoulder, Victor stepped up to him, "You don't ever talk to a lady like that, especially my lady!" He yelled as he began to swing at Richie.
Belch tried to pull Victor off, all the Losers and Bowers Gang were now arguing and trying to break up fights, you stood back and watched in fear. As you were about to yell at them you heard a snap of a stick coming from the woods, a cold feeling of fear shot up your spine as you began to look back.
There it stood, orange hair, red streaks on it's face, and a puffy suit almost looking like a low budget Pillsbury Dough Boy suit if it wasn't for the buttons. You stepped closer to it's glowing eyes, they were hypnotizing and you couldnt look away, you tried but something inside you wouldn't let you.
As the clowns eyes stopped glowing you saw blood starting to pour out of his mouth like drool, you held your breathe as fear was the only thing you could feel at the moment. Once you looked back to see if the rest could see him all you could see was blood, all of them, laying in their own blood that was now going over the edge of the Quarry.
Some limbs missing and throats were slit, that's when you saw him, Victor laying there struggling to breathe with his throat torn out. His arm stretched out to you as tears poured out his eyes, you held onto his hand as he stroked your cheek, "I'm sorry, I couldn't protect you," he said with his last gasp of air.
His eyes slowly closed as his hand got heavier, his body was now cold and lifeless. Anger rushed through your veins as you looked back at the laughing clown, you grabbed Henry's knife and ran towards the monster, you swung the knife and dragged the knife deep into it's throat. It's scream was so loud your ears began to ring and vision went white.
You woke up
You sat up instantly and gasped for air, cold air filled your lungs. As you realized where you were you became more relaxed, untill you felt a hand on your leg. "Babe?" The voice said, you looked to your side to see your boyfriend, Logan, propping himself up by his elbow. "Did you have another dream about the movie?" he asked,
You nodded, ever since your boyfriend played the blonde bully in IT you had dreams of his character ever since. Logan's hair was still blonde as it has only been a few weeks since the movie was done filming. He sat up and wrapped his arms around you, warmness engulfed you and the feeling of safety eased your racing mind.
"Don't worry, I'm here and I'm not going anywhere," he said as his hand played in your hair, he always knew how to calm you down.

This one was a fun one to write! I will soon write a Patrick story so if you have ideas please let me know! I hope to hear from you soon and I will see you later! Buh Bye! 💗