Chapter Warnings: Cliché narrative, manipulation, threats of violence, frightening/monstrous imagery, poor rhyming attempts, gore, Chad
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It was the weekend before Halloween, and that meant it was the weekend for parties, festivities, gatherings, and any other form of celebratory events. Derry liked to pride themselves on town participation when it came to celebrating holidays and everyone had their own way of contributing.
Remembering everything that had happened with Pennywise and the fact that he still had Sara, you weren't really in the mood to celebrate, but you still felt like you should force yourself to go out and be social rather than stay in like the recluse you tended to be.
A friend of yours from high school was throwing a house party and it was said to be a lot of fun. Everyone was going, and you figured that you could use a night out anyway.
You didn't bother going out and looking for a costume, so you thought you'd look around Sara's room to see what she had that you could use since you were pretty much the same size.
After searching through her closet, you found something in the back that you couldn't help but laugh at. The two of you were both really big Batman fans growing up, and she had the classic red and black Harley Quinn jester outfit that she wore last year for Halloween. It looked like it would fit you, so you grabbed it and looked around for some accessories that you could match with it, along with some facial make-up.
You couldn't find the damn matching headpiece anywhere, so you just threw your hair into messy pigtails in hopes that would suffice. You did your best with the makeup, making it as similar to the character as possible with the black-rimmed eyes and the black lips. When you were finished, you looked in the mirror and sighed, knowing that this was as good as it was gonna get.
You headed downstairs to see your aunt making caramel apples in the kitchen. "Hey, Aunt Alyssa. That smells amazing!"
She smiled humbly at you in return. "Thanks, sweetheart. They're for Richie and his friends."
A jolt of awkwardness shot through you. You hadn't seen his friends since they caught you and Pennywise in a very compromising situation. "Oh... are they here?"
"Mhm," she candidly replied. "They're out in the garage working on a school project. Something to do with our sewage system. It seems very advanced for what they should be learning, but I'm really impressed! They seem to be taking it very seriously."
You huffed with annoyance before heading out to the garage without another word. You ripped open the door and watched the kids quickly try to cover up the papers they were working on inconspicuously, a nervous, wide-eyed look plastered on their faces. "What the hell are you doing out here?" you scoffed.
"None of your business!" Richie piped up from the back. "It's a school project!"
"Oh, really?" you comment facetiously, edging closer to the table with the blueprints of the town's sewage system. "This wouldn't have anything to do with our murderous friend, now, would it?"
"You would know; you're the one who let him- OW!" Eddie shouted, looking over to stare daggers at Beverly after she obviously stomped on his foot, shaking her head at him subtly.
You sighed with a grimace, trying to be patient and to contain your irritation. "I thought we had an agreement. I would take care of this, so long as you stayed out of it."
"W-we're just talking s-strategy..." Bill promised, trying to cover his tube-sewer structure behind his back, failing miserably.
You raised your eyebrow at him, turning to Richie. "I mean it. Go do what normal kids do to celebrate Halloween, okay? Go cause trouble; teepee houses, go looting or something, I don't care. Just stay away from Pennywise."
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