A Twisted Story {An IT x Reader Insert}

Chapter 3

Third Person P.O.V.

Henry Bowers, one of the school bullies, wiped his spit covered hand across Bill's face. "If your whore ever shows up tell her I'm always willing to fuck her." He said before leaving. Comments like this made Bill's blood boil. Bill would die before he let that son of a bitch touch her. See, being a girl and part of the losers club meant that (Y/n) got shit from both Henry's gang and Greta's harpies. All of the losers were fed up with people tryin to get in her pants. Eddie also looked about ready to stab Henry, as it was obvious who he loved her. (Y/n) hated it when guys hit on her, of course, she always flipped them off and went about her day. It was one of the many things admirable about her. "Wish he would go missing." Richie says angrily, which no one fails to notice. "He is probably the one doing it." Eddie adds, saddened by the fact that if Henry was the one doing it, he had (Y/n).

Bill P.O.V.

"Take everything except the Delicious Deals, guys, my mom loves those." Eddie says, pulling stuff from the cupboards. "Hey, first you said the barrens, and now you say the sewers. I mean, what if we get caught?" Eddie continues. "We won't, Eds. The sewers are public works, and we are the p-p-public, aren't we?" Richie opens a cupboard to reveal a shitload of pill bottles. "Eddie are these you birth control pills?" "Yes, and I'm saving them for your sister. That's private stuff." Eddie retorts, closing the cupboard door.

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As Richie and Eddie argue, I pull a white sneaker out of the water. I turn my flashlight to it. "Guys." I call out. It goes quiet as they see the shoe. "Shit. Don't tell that's..." Stan cuts himself off. "I don't know about (Y/n), but Georgie wore galoshes." "Who's sneaker is it?" Richie asks. I look at the bottom on the shoe. "Betty Ripsom." Eddie immediately freaks out. "Oh shit! Oh god, oh fuck! I don't like this." Eddie shouts. "How do you think Betty feels, walking around with one freaking shoe." Richie hops on one foot for emphasis. I swear, as if she were here next to me, I hear (Y/n)'s laugh, like she would if she were here.

"Bill?" I hear Stan say. "If I were Betty Ripsom, I would want us to find me. G-G-Georgie and (Y-y-y/n) too." My heart sinks at Stan's next words. "What if I don't want to find them. No offense Bill, but I don't want to end up like - I don't want to go missing either." Angry, I don't say anything. I hear Eddie scoff. "It's summer. We're supposed to be having fun. This isn't fun. It's just disgusting." Stan continues. A sudden splash makes us look at the water out side the sewer. The new kid. We rush to help him.

(Y/n) P.O.V.

I swear I hear Richie crack a joke, and I laugh. I'm probably losing my mind. I'm so hungry. I limp towards the sound anyway, and while nobody is there, there is an opening. I rejoice and this freedom. I limo as fast as I can, but suddenly the opening closes. That damn clown. I scream and bang the new door with both fist. Angry tears fall down my cheeks. "Let me go you clown bastard." I turn to face It. It drools down It's face. "What do you want?" I scream. I try not to let any insecurities show. I don't want It to know how much I want to see my friends again, how hungry and tired I am, how frightened I actually am that I may die. Whether it's hunger, or thirst, or blood loss, or Pennywise, I might die alone, cold, and afraid.

Pennywise smiles. "You're afraid." I stand a little straighter. "No. I'm not." I pull out my pocket knife. I look at the small scar I left on It's eye, and smirk. "How's that eye feeling." The smile drops for an offended look. "Don't get so cocky. You will die." For a split second fear grabs a hold on my heart with an icy hand, but I shake it off. It found my worst fear, death in itself. The thought of dying horribly, leaving those I love, or those I love leaving me, and going to who knows where, scares me. Sure I'm scared of little things like needles and spiders and what have you, but that's not my true fear. "Don't get so cocky." I repeat. "There is still time." I say.

"But there isn't. The only reason you're still alive is because this game is so fun. It's only a matter of time before you're dead. You haven't anything to drink in days." It tells me before disappearing again. It wasn't wrong. Thirst was most likely to kill me. I lick my chapped lips, as if making sure what it said was true. I sink down against the wall and sob.