𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

𝔯𝔦𝔠𝔥𝔦𝔢

richie, eddie, and bill walked around an old haunted house. they looked around trying to find anything. they mostly were there because of bill, who thought that his younger brother was hiding somewhere in there.

but as the boys looked around they didn't find him, but instead found a teenage girl laying on the cold, hard ground. she had a big deep scratch on the side of her face and on her right leg, her eyes were closed, and blood dripped from the scratches.

"holy shit! what the fuck!" eddie panicked and took out his inhaler.

richie and bill didn't say anything, they were both just shocked, as if something had caught their tongues. then, richie walked towards her. he took a good look at her and then put two fingers towards her throat.

"she's still breathing. we have to get her out of here." richie spoke as he started to sit her up. "a little help would be appreciated."

"we don't even know her! what if those scratches are infected or something? what if..."

"s-shut up eddie! stop being a w-wuss and help us o-out." bill stuttered as he grabbed the young girls left hand while richie grabbed the right.

eddie gulped and began to walk towards them. "what do i do?"

"carry her feet obviously dumbass." richie groaned.

eddie rolled his eyes and then grabbed the girls legs. the three then began to walk towards the front door.

"what the hell?" mike looked over at them, confused as why the three losers carried a hurt girl. he then helped eddie carry her legs. they all walked towards mikes bike and slowly lifted her up onto his basket.

"what happened?" stan looked at the girl.

"i don't know, but we have to get her to a hospital." richie responded as he picked up his bike and began to peddle away, following mike.

the girl then woke up. she slowly lifted up her eyes and blinked several times. she looked around and noticed that she was in a hospital room, feeling relieved. what she had gone through was horrifying and knowing that she's not in that house anymore made her feel a bit comfortable.

she then noticed three boys besides her. one with a red flannel, light brown hair, and bright green eyes. another with dark brown eyes, a white t-shirt and dark hair. and then she noticed another boy, one with curly brown hair, big brown eyes caused by his big glasses.

"wait, who the hell are you?" the girl spoke with a soft voice almost sounding like a whisper.

the three boys looked up at the girl and sighed in relief.

"good. you're awake." mike smiled. "i'm mike, mike hanlon."

"b-bill denbrough." he walked towards the girl.

"and i'm richie tozier." richie grinned at her.

the girl looked confused, then realized who they were. "oh, right. you're the losers." she softly giggled, they all looked at her and chuckled.

"yeah," bill chuckled. "h-how do you know who we are?"

"well it's just something you know, the trash-mouth, germaphobe, the jew, and stutters. oh and home schooled." she said. "but i mean for no harm, i think you guys are funny."

"see someone thinks i'm funny!" richie replied.

"i'm y/n, incase you didn't know.. yet." she smiled. "why are you guys here?"

"we-we saw you when you we-were in that c-cruh-creepy house a-and we b-brought y-yuh-you here." bill responded.

"thanks, i probably would have killed myself if i was in there for another second." y/n chuckled.

the three boys looked at each other, each confused.

"what exactly happened?" mike asked.

she faced forward and began to take deep breaths. "i can't remember much, but all i remember is that one minute i was in my room and the next i was in that house."

"so you didn't go inside by yourself?" mike asked.

"no, that house gives me the creeps! but thank you for saving me, i probably would have died in there."

"y-yeah you're welcome but richie made sure we brought you h-here. he was being r-real protective." bill smirked at the boy who just stood there and blushed, which was something unusual.

the girl smiled and faced the boy with the bright red tinted cheeks. "thanks rich, i couldn't thank you enough." she then tried to sit up, but struggled because of her foot.

"oh-no don't get up, you'll hurt your foot." richie sighed and walked towards her bed.

bill and mike stayed behind and just slowly shared smirks knowing that richie was never delicate enough to care for someone like her.