Shapes - Stan Uris x Reader

~16~

"What's back? Why are they missing?" Beverly shook Bill's arm while he stood in shock. She tried asking again with the other losers, but their shared glances seemed to show a conversation that only they could interpret. The death sound from Paperboy in the background was unnoticed, a quarter wasted didn't seem to matter as much as it did a few minutes ago.

"A-are you okay with g-greywater?" Bill peered into Bev's eyes, his expression completely serious.

"Is this a joke? Why would I ever need to be in greywater?" She watched the other losers and could tell that nobody was joking. They were scared of something and it had to do with Stan and (Y/n) being missing. Nothing was said before they ran out to their bikes and started to pedal to a place they hadn't thought they would need to go in a long time, "Where are we even going?"

She pedaled to catch up with Bill, who leads the pack to their destination and asked her questions again. "It's a long fucking story. Have you ever wondered why we all have huge ass scars on our left hands or where the Bowers gang went?" Richie yelled up to Bev in front of him. She never really thought about the sudden disappearance of the four members of the Bowers gang, but she's heard that they all finally went to a correction facility or Officer Bowers made Henry the real-life Boo Radley of Derry.

"You won't really believe it, but this summer consisted of the seven of us fighting this evil entity that looked like a clown and fed on our fears," Mike explained in the easiest way possible, "We thought that we killed it, but apparently it's back." 

They stopped in front of the dirty and decrepit house that nobody normal would dare enter. Eddie threw his bike on the ground and stood up, "This time we're going to kill it for good."

~~~

(Y/n)'s vision started coming back to her and looking down at her attire, overall shorts soaked in piss and shit, a black t-shirt under them that had a similar composition, and her converse shoes that were falling apart.

The clown had grabbed them both and dragged them, kicking and screaming, through the sewers. She was thrown on the ground and hit her head on a pipe, blacking out. She wasn't sure was happened much after that.

She looked to her side to see an unconscious Stan laying next to her, the condition of his clothing and hair similar to hers. She leaned over and ran her hand through his hair, starting to cry. "I'm so sorry. This was all my fault," she whispered through the hot tears running down her cheeks. Not only did she put herself in danger, but the boy she loved, too.

"Will a balloon make you feel better?" There was nothing that (Y/n) hated more than that voice. She took a deep breath and wiped her tears away, even though they were still going strong.

"No, a balloon won't make me feel better, you dirty piece of shit," she got up and faced IT. She was scared out of her mind, having no concept of time and no idea what might happen to her or Stan.

"Ouch, (N/n) grew up!" IT laughed, knowing that she hated that nickname. It laughed and ran up to her, kneeling down to match her rather short height, "But she's still full of fear," She noticed the drool coming from the clown as it looked at her trying to contain her rapid heartbeat and trembling body, "And I could make my last meal a good one."

(Y/n) felt her heart almost beat out of her chest as she faced the clown, she stepped back. "Why me? Why us? Out of all of the kids in Derry, you choose the ones that fight back?" She had no idea what she was truly saying, but it stalled the fact that her death could've been much closer than she had prepared.

"You've been bottling up your fears for months and months," It tapped its hands on her head and they slowly trailed down to the straps of her overalls. They had locked eye contact as the straps of denim were tightly in his grasp and It lifted her up, "Just like a slow cooked meal."

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The Loser's Club walked back up the steps that lead into The Neibolt House, this time they were ultra prepared for saving their friends. Beverly followed the group in confusion but didn't ask questions with the knowledge that they wouldn't be answered.

They followed the same route, down the well, and through the maze of sewers that would lead to the big room with the mountain of items. If it was anything like last time, the three would be there. "Stan? (Y/n)?" Eddie called out in hopes that they were still responsive.

~~~

Stan's vision was slowly returning and he got up, examining his appearance. He looked to the side where (Y/n) was before he was knocked out to find nothing there. He turned again to see his surroundings, only to be met by the sight of (Y/n) being held up by the clown by her clothing and her struggling to get out. "No!" He yelled out, catching the attention of both the clown and the girl. It pulled her in closer, flipping her around to face Stan.

"Loverboy's awake, now should we give him a good show?" Stan watched in horror as his love sobbed and the clown revealed razor sharp teeth and his eyes almost rolling back into its head. He heard a voice call their names from another part of the sewer, and it sounded like Eddie. It must've heard him too as he was back to normal, "The guests just keep comin'!"

Stan was silent, unsure of whether or not to attract anyone to their danger. It didn't take long for the loser's club to show up at their location, along with Beverly. "Holy shit," Bev was seeing this mess for the first time, having a shortness of breath when she saw the clown firsthand. 

The Loser's Club faced the clown and this time, they knew, there would be blood.

And that blood would float.

The break between uploads was not intended... I'm currently sick with an Upper Respiratory Infection after going away for two days.

I'm excited about the next chapters as I have them outlined already

Thinking about 3-4 more chapters after this one!