Jumanji: losers club

We meet one last time

PSA: I'm trying to make this story not revolve purely around reddie there's other ships and this is a losers club story not just reddie but I can't help and just put them closer in their povs. Anyways I'm going to still focus on reddie but balance it out with the actual storyline sorry reddie shippers, even I'm disappointed.

Bevs pov:

I was the first one to wake up, I felt refreshed; I could get used to this place.

Then again,the others wanted out, I sighed. I looked around the tent,Ben was still snoring softly next to me, I smiled, his snores are cute; the poor boy has been trying to lose weight for me but I don't care, a body's a body. He's perfect. Sadly he isn't in his body right now, and he's Richie, he must feel weird to be in a body that's so different to his personal one.

My eyes next go Bill and Stanley who are sleeping like normal people but holding hands; now THATS cute.

I look at poor mike, a single Pringle, he's like 5 th wheeling apart from Eddie and Richie even though they should be getting together soon;which reminds me I thought Eddie was over there-ohh.

I grin from ear to ear, the two boys are cuddling each other that's adorable. Maybe this trip will bring good things; hopefully I don't lose my bet with Stan though.

Everyone seems content. I push myself up from the ground and go outside,maybe I can pull a cigarette out of the fanny pack-oh.

I can't smoke in eddies body. He's asthmatic, that's selfish of me. I sigh, I'm still going to go outside though.

As soon as I step outside, a strong smell of blood hit me;my eyes widened.

I look down, a trail of blood. I'm in eddies body and I inherited his fears so my hemophobia should be gone, it's definitely not as bad but I still feel nauseous.

I can't help but follow the trail, my legs are walking where they want, I have no say. I shut my eyes closely, I hate blood.

The smell is enough to make me throw up nowadays if there's a lot of it, thank god I'm in eddies body.

Suddenly, my legs stop, I feel a breathe on my neck. I regret coming outside of the tent especially without everyone.

A shiver goes down my spine as I start to tremble and silently cry. Just a single tear. I won't show it that I'm afraid.

I took a deep, wobbly breathe. I opened my eyes, expecting him to try and scare me by being in front on me. Right in front of my face would be terrifying.

Instead I was met with the sight of bodies. Floating. My hand raises to my mouth in shock,"where are you, you bastard?" I say without thinking.

I take a second to examine the body's. They are in the same formation as they were in Derry, all floating in the air, in a circle shape.

These are the victims of it from jumanji.

I felt a gross,slimy tap on my shoulder, slowly I turn around and gasp, what the fuck is that?

There was a deformed man, covered in grime,had no teeth or hair, he was tall and lanky, wait this is like the thing eddie described uh what was it... A LEPER!

Does penny wise know we swapped and inherited fears or does he not know? I don't care either way he's using eddies fear against me.

It shouldn't scare me, in my body I wouldn't be scared, but this is eddies body. I can't move.

"Leave me alone." I say as calmly as possible. Surprisingly, it turns around and goes to walk away, before it crumbles to the ground.

I watch, none of this is real, it can't hurt me, I try to re assure myself.

It began to shift its shape until it reached a form that would truly scare me. My father.

I don't even want to call him that.

He begins to walk over to me, I straighten my back."bevvy, why did you leave?" He asks, I ignore him,"bevvy, baby are you still my little girl? I heard your still playing around with those boys." He caressed my cheek. "No, I'm not your little girl. You aren't real." I want to keep chat small, I'm not giving it the satisfaction.

I try to walk away but he grabs my arm,"don't walk away from me Bev." I sigh, this is my moment. I can get the confirmation I needed.

My eyes dart around the area for any sign of weapon,EDDIES FANNY PACK! I reach into the Fanny pack, imagining a sharp blade.

I fake cry, but then again and I really fake crying? It feels good. I don't want to admit it, but I think everything that's bottled up, I'm putting into this performance.

I hide the knife behind my back and walk over to him. Let's end this right now. I want the feeling again. To end him.

I know it's not not him, he's not real. But the feeling of triumph I had when I killed him in the bathroom. I hate myself for feeling good about it. It felt refreshing to leave him behind. But I didn't  get to bathe in the glory of what I thought would be freedom because then it took me.

I'm literally in it's lair at the moment but all I see is my 'dad' and that I want the feeling again. I'm not a sociopath but he deserves pain.

I hug my fake father,still crying, he hugs back tightly and slowly I bring my arm up holding the blade and jammed it into his head.

I heard the sharp intake of breathe. I stepped away to admire. At least it is considerate enough to make the death look realistic, unless it's not it and it's just wired like that and penny wise is somewhere else.

I don't care anyway. I take the biggest breathe and let it go. I finally feel free of his touch. I watch him wither away, bleeding,before running back to the tent.

People seem to start waking up, Ben was already awake and panicking, asking where I was.

He looked so relieved when I came back in but I didn't get much time too look as I jumped into his arms.    

Ben noticed the blood on my face,"Bev what happened?" He asked concerned.

I flopped onto the floor,"I don't need to worry about him anymore." I know it wasn't my real dad but my mind at the time was convinced I just had like a re birth or something.

Ben just nodded and lay down next to me and hugged me, I flinched at first and I could tell by the look on his face he felt bad but I brushed it of and hugged him back again.

Without my dad in the back of my thoughts I can relax, not all men are bad. I know that now.

I started snickering as I saw eddie and Richie wake up, blushing and flustered, as they were still in the cuddling position when they woke up.

Today, I want to face penny wise head on. I want him out of my head like my dad. Hopefully he'll starve and die. As long as we aren't afraid.