Dæmon (Bill Denbrough x Reader) [An IT & IT: Chapter 2 Reader-Insert]

Chapter 3 - There's Something Out There

A/N: Long chapter with some easter eggs and angst because the author, me, loves the innecesary suffering of one or more characters (I know, I'm evil XD).  I hope you enjoy~

Bill had a bad feeling. The last time he knew something about you was when you had returned to his house to ask him if he could make another boat (since Georgie dropped the first one into the sewer, according to what you told him). He nodded willing to comply with your request before you went out to meet his younger brother. Bill thought you would just go find Georgie and both of you would come home soon, maybe you would take some time because Georgie would surely want to play with you a little more in the rain. But neither of you returned, neither his brother nor you. Panic was taking over Bill with every second that passed; he grabbed the communicator in his hand and began to speak in it with an uneasy air.

"Ge-Geogie, can you copy me? I-I need you to an-answer me. Ge-Georgie? Georgie, can you hear me?" But on the other side nothing was heard, not even static. "Damn it! W-w-why did he tu-tu-turn it off?"

That was the first thing Bill thought. Georgie had turned off his walkie-talkie on purpose: maybe so the battery wouldn't run out, maybe because the transmission signal wasn't good thanks to the rain, or maybe because you were with him to take care and he didn't need his older brother. There were multiple reasons to turn it off. However, Bill dismissed that idea instantly. Georgie just wasn't like that. No matter how low the battery was or the bad weather was doing his thing, he would never turn off his communicator under any circumstances. Much less if he was with you playing outside the house. "Keep it always on, Georgie, so your brother makes sure you're okay, that we're both okay", was a tip you once gave to Bill's little brother when you accompanied him to play with other children in the neighborhood and he —since then— never forgot it.

"This is b-b-bad... S-s-so bad..." Bill muttered to himself as he tried to make any connection with his younger brother's communicator in vain. He begged between coughs that his growing panic was only a bad trick of the hypothetical scenarios that ran through his worried mind. "B-b-but they are well... They mu-mu-must be... They have on-only delayed a b-b-bit... Yes, it mu-mu-must b-be that... There is no need to whu-whu-worry..."

A voice that echoed in his head told him otherwise. Bill felt he had heard that voice before, though he couldn't remember when or where. That voice seemed his conscience: good, kind and gentle. "There's something out there, son", the voice said softly, "you should go out to find out what is happening". And as it emerged, within a few seconds it vanished into the depths of his mind. "You should go out", his subconscious continued to echo that phrase in his brain as in a sort of order. Then Bill got up shot from the chair, abruptly moving away from his desk and leaving his room in less than a minute. He almost jumped down the steps of the main staircase. Arriving at the front door, Bill turned the knob and jumped into the street without a doubt. It was still raining (it wasn't strong enough to get him completely soaked, but to feel some of that wet cold on his skin) and Bill didn't even wear a cap to cover himself with the raindrops. Surely his carelessness would be reflected in a worse flu. However, that didn't matter to Bill. You and Georgie were more important than his health at the time.

Bill spotted a tumult of people near the intersection of Witcham with Jackson Street and he accelerated his step in their direction. Most of the people who were there were neighbors that Bill didn't know personally, but that he used to see and greet occasionally when they came across the street. As he approached the adults, Bill noticed that their faces were pale and nervous whispers were heard between them. Bill felt a bad vibe when he saw them like that, a very bad one. Something terrible had happened. They seemed extremely scared and shocked in front of whatever they were seeing. Bill gradually made his way among adults to get to the origin of the issue that had them worried. Some of them turned to look at him with some sadness while others simply ignored him and kept their eyes fixed on what they had ahead. One or another neighbor tried to stop his advance in the group. "Better go home, kid. You shouldn't see this", told one of them to him but Bill decided to ignore the advice and continue.