You glanced around at your fellow club members and saw them nod, you doing the same. You all were ready.
The seven of you made your way into the creepy old wooden house without realizing you were being watched by a familiar school bully. You probably hated this house more than anybody else in the Losers Club. The vibe it gave off was just creepy. It was basically falling apart. Though, that wasn't what you were thinking about. You were thinking about poor Georgie and Beverly.
Bill was leading, gently pushed the front door open. It made a loud squeak making you all grimace. You each, one after the other, made your way into the house. You were the last one to step inside. Which you weren't very fond of. Something could easily come up behind you and grab you.
You climbed down the rope that they had lowered into the well and waited for Mike. You each heard a loud noise and Mike let out a groan of pain. You all whipped your heads around and began yelling his name.
"Mike?!"
"Bowers!" At that moment, you all became aware of Henry Bowers. He began pulling the rope up, out of everyone's reach. The boys tried to grab it, but weren't fast enough.
You all began yelling out Mikes name again. "Leave him alone!" You could hear the sound of Henry's voice, but couldn't make out what the older boy was saying.
You heard some more struggling coming from up top before the sight of Henry's body falling down the well made you let out a shriek. "Holy shit!" You heard Richie breath out.
"I'm okay." Mike called down to the worried group. He then proceeded to accidentally knock off the little belt thing.
"Guys, where's Stan?" Eddie asked. You now realized one of your friends had gone missing.
***
You had managed to get separated from the rest of the Losers Club. You slowly wondered around, trying to find any of your friends.
You hoped that they were all okay and somewhere safe. You hoped they had found Beverly and Georgie.
You let out a quiet sigh as you looked around the area you were in. It all looked the same to you. It felt as if you were going around in circles. You were beginning to lose hope.
You drug your feet, beginning to feel drowsy. You didn't get much sleep last night due to nightmares and other things. Between that and everything going on, you felt as if you could lay down and pass out right there.
A frown formed on your lips as you glanced around and eyed everything around you. You listened to your feet splashing through the water as you walked trough the tunnels.
You entered an open looking area and the first thing that caught your eye, was one of your best friends just floating.
Your eyes widened as you ran under her and tried to jump up to grab her. As you were looking up at her, you noticed other children floating in the air, only higher. You gasped, jumping up and managing to grab her foot.
As you were trying to pull her down, you heard footsteps behind you. You turned, hoping to see the rest of your club, but it was the clown that had been haunting you.
You panicked and let go of Beverly before taking a step back from him. Him taking a large one forward.
Soon enough, he was standing right in front of you. His golden orbs hungrily stared into your e/c frightened ones.
Pennywise wouldn't admit this, but you took him by surprise. He didn't know that you had came along on the kid's little adventure. He didn't see you earlier when he was attempting to feed off of Stanly. You must've gotten separated from the group earlier.
"A-Are you going to kill me..?" You slowly asked, your voice coming out as a whisper. Your eyes fell to the floor as you began to accept your fate. Before he could answer your question, you spoke again. "I like your eyes." You honestly told him, taking a a quick glance at them and then back to your shoes.
That comment took Pennywise by surprise. Why were you complimenting him? Didn't you know he was trying to feast on you and your friends? Why were you being friendly?
He stayed silent as he searched for the right words. In all his years, he had never been complimented by a child that he was trying to kill. "They're a nice color..." you continued quietly, now gazing into his eyes. You had completely forgotten about your friend above you and had your attention all on the clown standing in front of you, hovering over you as if he was ready to attack at any moment.
He took a step back from you, his thoughts going everywhere. What kind of trick was this?
In the blink of an eye, he disappeared and went to find the rest of the group. At least they didn't confuse him like you just did.
Though, for the rest of the time, his thoughts always went back to you, wondering why you were so kind to him.
