Losers 🤡🎈-- Bill Denbrough x Reader

Chapter 1

Y/N POV
My Dad pulled into the driveway. "We're here," he exclaimed. I sighed and got out watching the moving truck park in front of the house. I already miss my friends. And my bed.
I went inside my house. It was large. Way larger than my old house. To my left there was a kitchen with a marble island and marble counters. I walked into it tracing my fingers along the counters.
Straight forward there was a living room. It had a built in fireplace with ashes inside of it. I tilted my head looking at it. Wouldn't the people who lived here before have a bit of respect and cleaned the fireplace before moving?
My thoughts drifted away when I suddenly saw stairs to the right of the living room. I raced up them and chose my bedroom before my brother, Eric, could choose his.
I chose the second biggest one, knowing my parents would say no if I tried to get the main room. I walked over to the closet. It had a glass door.
I slid it open and walked in. It was a walk in closet with a whole bunch of hangers and draws in it. To the right, there was a small bathroom with a sink, toilet, and a bath/shower.
"Y/N?" Someone called softly for me. I jumped a little turning around. It was my mother. "Yes?" I asked. "A little boy is here with his mother, they have cookies. Could you be a lady and come greet them?" My mom asked me.
"Oh, yeah," I told her walking out of the bathroom into the closet. My mom glanced around and then looked at me. It was a signal for come on, you know I don't like to keep anyone waiting, dear. I walked out of my new room and down the stairs.
When I made it the front door, I saw a woman and a little boy in a yellow raincoat speaking to my father. I walked up next to my father and the boy noticed me.
"Hi," he said smiling at me. "Hello," I said returning the smile. "What's your name?" He asked me. "I'm Y/N, what's your name?" I asked the boy.
"I'm Georgie," he told me. I smiled and he held out a box of cookies. "Do you want some? Their for free," he asked me. I smiled. I gratefully accepted the cookies and set them down on the marble island.
"So, Georgie, do you have a sister?" I asked him, a hint of hope to make a friend. "No, I have a older brother. He's 13. How old are you?" He asked me. "I'm 13," I told him, a bit disappointed.
"Mommy?" Georgie looked up to his mother. "Yes, sweetie?" his mother asked looking at him. "Can y/n meet Billy?" Georgie asked. "Oh, of course, just don't get to close or you'll get sick," his mother told him smiling at me.
Georgie grabbed my wrist and pulled me out into the pouring rain. I started freezing. He led me into a house next door to mine. He took off his galoshes and so I took off my white Vans.
We ran upstairs and went to a closed door. Georgie knocked. "Don't come i-in," a rough voice said. Georgie looked at me and smiled, opening the door anyways.
"Georgie, I said d-don't co-" the boy paused and stared at me. I smiled uncomfortably and he looked down. "Billy, this is our new neighbor, y/n," Georgie told the boy.
"Hi, I'm B-Bill," he said looking at me. "Hi," I said smiling. Georgie sat on the end of Bill's bed. "It's raining, Billy. Can you make me a boat?" Georgie asked. Bill nodded and walked to his desk.
He folded a piece of paper. "Georgie, can you g-go grab the glue from t-the basement?" Bill asked him. "But it's scary in the basement," Georgie said trembling.
"D-Don't you want y-your boat?" Bill asked. "Okay, fine," Georgie said sighing. Before he walked out of the door I stopped him.
"Georgie, why does Bill stutter so much?" I whispered to him. "Oh, Billy has a speech impediment," he told me, glancing at Bill. "Oh," I said. "Are you going to make fun of him, y/n?" He asked me.
"Of course not, Georgie," I told him giving him a sad smile. "Your brother seems sweet." "Thank you, y/n," he said before leaving the room.
Five Minutes Later
Georgie walked into the room and handed Bill a bucket of glue. Bill made the boat and wrote S.S. Georgie on it. "Thanks, Billy," Georgie said, before running out. I took a deep breath.
Georgie's POV
I ran outside the house and set the boat on the flooded road. I started running beside it. I ducked under a construction stand but I ran into the second one. I fell down and rubbed my forehead. The boat took a sharp turn so I stood up trying to catch up with it.
I was running as fast as I could when the boat was so close to the sewer. "NOOOOO!" I screamed. The boat fell into the sewer and I got on my knees and looked inside.
Then a face popped up, it had yellow eyes and bright red lips and orange hair. "Hiya, Georgie," It said.

A/N: I dont know the exact lines in this scene so dont be picky I'm trying my best trying to remember the lines.

I didnt answer. "What a nice boat, do you want it back?" It said. "Um, yes please," I respond. "You look like a nice boy, I'm sure you have a lot of friends," it said smiling.
"Three, but my brothers my best," I said. "Where's he?" It asked. "In bed, sick..." I responded. "I bet I could cheer him up, I could give him a balloon," It said, looking away slightly.
"Do you want a balloon too, Georgie?" It asked me. "I'm not supposed to take stuff from strangers," I said, remembering what my mom told me. "Well, I'm Pennywise the DANCING clown," Pennywise said, shaking his head as he said "dancing."
"Pennywise meet Georgie, Georgie meet Pennywise," he said. "Now we arent strangers, are we?"
"What are you doing in a sewer?" I asked him. He laughed slightly. "Storm blew me away," he said. "Blew the whole circus away. Can you smell the circus, Georgie? The peanuts, and cotton candy, and hotdogs, annnnnnnnnnnd," he said, dragging out the "n".
"Popcorn?" I ask. "Popcorn!" he says, smiling. I can see drool running down his blood red lips. "Is that your favorite?" he asks me. "Uh-huh!" I say. "Mine too!" he responds. He laughs creepily.
"Because they pop," he says. "Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop." I laugh. He laughs too so I continue to laugh. Then its gets quiet. He stares at me as he goes cross-eyed.
I feel uncomfortable. "I should get going now..." I tell the clown. "Oh," he swallows. "Without your boat?" He holds out my boat. "You don't want to lose it, Georgie. Bill's gonna kill you," he says.
"Here. Take it," he says smiling. "Take it, Georgie." I reach my hand in and he just pulls it down farther away from me. I reach to grab it and he grabs my arm and his face opens up revealing rows and rows of sharp teeth.
He bites down on my arm. I scream in pain and fear. I turn away screaming trying to crawl away from the sewer. Blood pours out from my bitten off arm. Then a hand grabs my leg and darkness surrounds me and I say my last words.

"BILLYYYYYYY!"

A/N: Hey guys so I hope you like it so far! I'm obsessed with It and I decided to write about it.