Clown's Revenge

The End

( I'm going to finally being ending. I'm going to do something that you won't see most people do in fan fictions so get ready to get shocked)

The plan was working, IT was slowly trusting me. IT allowed me to walk around alone and but not to escape. Right now the clown was luring some children to their death but me, I was escaping today! I would not be pushed by him anymore. I would make him pay for all the terrible things he has done to me and my friends.

I was climbing up the ladder with Kelly by me. "Does he know about this Kelly?" I asked.

"Were all good, once we get up there you need to find a hide out"

"Why?"

I stopped and looked down at my body Shit! I forgot I was naked still! How did I forget that I was naked?

"(Y/N), I sense someone coming. Not one person but two?"

"Are you sure Kelly?"

She was right, I heard voices shouting "(Y/N)". I jumped down to the ground and saw....my friends.

Heather had some kind of iron rod and Dillon had a gun.

Emotions came to my mind like the waves meeting the land. Had I forgotten my emotions or has it been a long time since I was happy or sad? My eyes drip with tears. My walls, the walls that held me up, that made me strong just... collapsed. I felt like all the anger I had boiled up in myself disappeared and was replaced with another sensation.

Moment by moment, they fall. Salty drops fall from my chin. Perhaps these tears will help wash away the pain?

I walked up to Heather slowly and she pulled me closer to her wrapping her arms around me. I didn't want to leave. It felt as if when I was in her arms all my pain went away - mental and physical, mostly the depressing pain.

I pulled away from the hug and stared at Heather, who was crying tears of happiness. "I knew you didn't forget about me"

" I would never forget about you (Y/N). Wait, where's Kelly?" Heather asked.

"It...killed her". I felt the regret leaving my throat, I was too scared to face death at hand but Kelly wasn't. She knew death was right there watching her and she was ready to die, but she didn't die in vain. She knew what she had to do, and now I must avenge her.

If I die, it won't be with regret.

"Dillon, you came for me?" A child like voice asked.

We looked over to see Dillion's fear in form, it was Lauren, another victim of IT.

"Your not Lauren, I let her ago years ago" Dillon put in a silver bullet and shot Lauren. It hit Lauren in the chest, propelling her backwards. Lauren landed on her back with a blank expression on her face.

Her limbs elongating and ruffles sprouting out from her neck, wrists, and ankles. She shook violently as her muscles stained and convulsed, stretching like taffy over its expanding body. The whole process was rather disturbing to witness, like watching a rabid animal turn itself inside out. I couldn't seem to bring myselfself to look away.

Then I realized that IT was doing that same trick it did to us as children. I hated how it could turn into our love ones.

Dillon didn't see it coming, how the monster jumped on him with a murderous force. It wraps it's large hand around Dillon's neck and raises it's other hand up which transforms into claws.

"Nighty Night, girly boy" IT cackles, it's grin growing by the second.

Dillon once again shoots IT but in the head which makes IT fall back.