Bill was setting the projector in his garage. He wanted to look through some pictures for clues. "Do you think we'll find something?" Beverly asked him. "Hopefully." Bill answered. He wanted to know what took his brother and all the other kids. He wanted to end this.
Mike and bill stood near the projector, while Beverly, Ben, Stan, Keira, Riley and Richie say in that order. "Okay. Storm drain. That's where g-g-Georgie disappeared. There's the ironworks. And the blackspot. Everywhere IT happens, it's all connected by the sewers and they all meet up to-," "the Well house." Ben said finishing for Bill.
"You mean, the house on neibolt street?" Stan asked. "You mean, the creepy ass house where the junkies and hobos like to sleep?" Richie chimed in, earning a nudge from Riley. "I like feisty girls." Richie smirked. "Yeah? How about feisty enough to break your knee caps?" She smirked. That made Richie back, down and leave her alone for the moment. "Thought so." Riley said.
Eddie took a hit of his inhaler, started to have a bit of a panic attack, Ben comforted him. "I hate that place. I always feel like it's watching me." Beverly said. "That's where I saw it. That's where I saw the clown." Eddie spoke up. "Th-that's where IT lives." Bill pointed out. "I can't imagine anything wanting to live there." Keira said. Eddie shot up, standing in front of the image.
"Can we stop talking about this?" Eddie asked. "I can barely breathe. It's summer. We're kids, I can barely breathe. I'm having a fucking asthma attack! I can't do this!" Eddie yelled ripping down the materials the image was projected on. "W-What the hell? Put it back up!" Bill yelled. "M-mm." Eddie shook his head. Just then, the projector started clicking through pictures on the garage wall.
A picture of bill's family on vacation, that it couldn't have possibly had. It started clicking past the pictures so fast it was like a video. His mothers hair moved in front of her face and when it moved back there was the clown. Stan pulled Keira close to him who started freaking out. "Turn it off!" Beverly and Riley yelled. Mike tried to manually but, gave up and kicked the projector onto the ground, stopping the image from coming up.
It was silent...silence until... the clown came out of the projectors in the flesh. Many jagged tears in his large, exaggerated and gruesome smile. Keira screened almost at the top of her lungs. The clown looked over at her as Stan grabbed her hand, rubbing over to the door of the garage. He was inching closer and closer to Beverly and Riley.
Until mike opened the garage door, and the clown was gone. They all rushed out of the garage, terrified of the scene that had unfolded before them. Stan pulled Keira closer of that was even physically possible, rubbing her back to calm down her crying frame. Bill Hugged Beverly, wanting to comfort her. Richie offered his arms to Reilly, in sincerity just wanting to make sure she was okay, but half expecting for her to deny.
But, she didn't. Instead she walked into his arms as he wrapped them around her. "IT saw us. IT saw us and it knows where we are. IT always knew." Bill spoke. "Let's go." He said hopping on his bike. "Go where?" Richie asked, as Riley let herself out of his arms. "Neibolt." Bill blandly responded. "No, not after that. Keira's in tears, everyone is afraid!" Stan retorted.
"Bill no, we can't." Riley told him. "Yeah, Bill. It's summer we should be outside-," Stan started but, was quickly cut off by Bill. "If you say it's summer one more f-fucking time." Bill spat, leaving everyone silent. He scowled at them, getting on his bike and driving off. "Wait Bill!" Beverly yelled, but he didn't stop,
Beverly grabbed her bike. "Where are you going?" Richie asked. "After him." Beverly replied. "You're joking right?" Eddie questioned. "He's our friend, he can't just go by himself." Beverly called to them already biking off.
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Adolescents ~ (IT 2017)
Fanficad·o·les·cent /ˌadəˈles(ə)nt/ Learn to pronounce adjective 1. (of a young person) in the process of developing from a child into an adult. synonyms: teenage, teenaged, pubescent, youthful, young, juvenile; informalteen