Shapes - Stan Uris x Reader

~17~

Mr. and Mrs. (L/n) stood by the front door of their home anxiously with two policemen. The disappearance of their daughter caught them by surprise, as missing cases usually do, leaving red tear streaks from her step-mother and grey hair in her father. "We are doing the best that we can to help find (Y/n), but can we ask if she has any relation with Stanley Uris?" The taller cop asked, reading his name on his missing poster.

"She was going over his house for dinner the last time I saw her, they're very close friends from what she's told me," Mrs. (L/n) leaned against the doorframe, recalling the events of the night before. Mr. (L/n) looked at her in confusion, never knowing anything about Stan and (Y/n). He made a mental note to ask her about this boy when—if she was found.

"We've spoken to the Uris family, they said that they ran off together. Have you heard anything from either of them—" The second cop reasoned with them, but a new voice interrupted his interrogation. The voice belonged to the famous Rabbi Donald Uris.

"So these are the people that raised the female who corrupted our son," He and his wife walked up the lawn of the (L/n) house. Mrs. Uris has similar tear stains from the events. Their trudging through the uncut grass was louder than expected, but they were up close to the other four adults quickly.

"Sir, I assure you that taking out your grief and anger on us will not find your son faster. We are just asking for places that they could've gone." These policemen were extremely calm, not surprising considering how many missing cases that they get each year. This didn't help with any of the couples, both of them now against each other. 

"They're a family of liars, don't waste valuable time that you could be spending looking for my son!" Mrs. Uris joined in the blaming now. She was usually kind to everyone and a mentally stable woman, but this has rocked her world. Never once did she think that Stanley would do such a thing and disobey her like that, he had always been such a good kid with his group of loser friends and bird watching as his main hobby. It must've been that girl that ruined him.

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"You're making it worse for yourselves, take Stan and escape while you still can," (Y/n) plead with her friends that stood in front of her. In her circumstance, there was no way of getting out of it uninjured or alive at all. If someone was going to die, it was going to be her. This was all her fault, anyway.

"You heard her, take little Stanny and skidaddle. There's enough fear to go around in one," The clown laughed, not-so-subtly taking a whiff of the fear emanating off of his victim. Stan limped toward the rest of the losers and faced them. 

"We can't. We've defeated it before and we can do it again," Stan's voice was hoarse and he was speaking through subtle tears. A mix of fresh and dry blood covered his body, along with things he'd rather not mention. The losers shared glances of worry as if they were considering this deal.

"Did we? I mean if we defeated It then we wouldn't be in this situation right now. Maybe," Eddie paused, attempting to think of a way to not say his thoughts wrong, "Maybe we should just leave."

Eddie was now the target of everyone's attention. It wasn't that his thinking was right, but that it was the thought in the back the heads of each Loser standing beside him. He took a step back and turned around, walking away slowly. He reached a hand into Richie's bag and pulled out a crowbar, "Or we could just kill this bitch." 

Hands went into their bags and pulled out an assortment of weapons just like this first time. The clown grew angry once more, claws coming out of its hand and piercing through the stomach of (Y/n). She was dropped on the ground, her blood rushing out of her body. Stan ran to her as the clown, one harm covered in blood that seemed to float off, charged at the Losers, who began beating it down as best as they could. He hastily unbuckled the overalls, pulling them down to her thighs to help reveal what the damage was.

The action seemed to trigger something in (Y/n). She started panicking: screaming and giving Stan a hard kick off of her. She backed up as much as she could with her small amount of strength, pure fear in her eyes. He stared at her confused, "(Y/n), babe, it's me. It's Stan. I'm not gonna let you die. Trust me."

She nodded softly and he returned to his actions before and pulled her shirt up, revealing what looked like multiple stab wounds. His years in boy scouts taught him what to do when someone was bleeding and they couldn't get to a hospital quickly, he performed those actions precisely.

This was not going to be the end.

I apologize for the long hiatus, school was just a lot in the past weeks and it's allergy season, the one time in which I'm literally Eddie.

This was much shorter than the usual chapters, but I swear the last few will be better and questions will be answered!