Fanfic that I write in my spare

The Losers Club: Part 1

Bill- Sara

Audra- Alyssa

Ben- Jaz

Bev- Abby

Eddie- Madi

Richie- Dan

Stan- Aiden

Mike- Bitch doesn't exist.

Author note: HOLY FUCK. SO THIS IS FUCKING LONG AS F U C K. Anyway, this will be following a mix of the book and movies. Trigger warnings- Suicide, puking(?), and slight gas lighting? Anyway, read what took me fucking a week to write.

"So then I said, that's my lover, cocksucker!" Dan pointed at a man in the crowd as small laughter followed his stupid joke. "Which is not the best thing to hear when your a chicken farmer." The crowd laughed harder at that one. Dan put back the mic and grinned at the audience.

"Thanks for coming out, have a good night!" Dan smiled as the audience cheered him out as he walked off stage.

"That. Was. Perfect!" His agent, Carla, giggled, clapping to him.

"Eh. It's the job." He welcomed her with a grin as she pulled him backstage. A group of people pouring drinks and laughing were having a mini party back stage. In celebration of him finally getting a movie role, a party would be thrown that night.

"SHE'S A KILLER QUEEN-" His phone sang as he pulled it out and quickly answered it in an attempt to save himself the embarrassment. Carla seemed to suppress a laugh as her cheeks turned pink and she held her mouth.

"You've reached the asshole of comedy, what's your message?" He asked as he walked away from the group of party goers, leaning against a doorway.

"Dan?" A familiar voice asked over the phone, yet trying to remember brought a pain to his hands for a strange reason. The voice was soft, yet still sounded adult like.

"Yep. Who's this?" He asked, offering a smile to Carla. She smiled back uneasily, then stayed to the side not wanting to join the party herself.

"It's Jaz. It's back." The voice responded, as Dan's stomach churned as names and faces flashed before his eyes. Places, locations, the bodies, everything flashed in front of him. Next thing he knew, his phone was on the ground as he puked his guts up.

"Dan!?!" He could hear Carla's voice as he held himself up from falling in his own vomit. Knees and hands on the ground, he saw tears stain his glasses as his phone laid beside him, still on the call.

"I-I'm fine. Just a little stage sickness." He groaned as he pushed himself up before falling into Carla's arms as his head pounded.

"Sit down, sit down." Carla sat him in a chair as his phone sat near his vomit. The party seemed to keep going on, people too drunk to care about vomit. Her care about him seemed to override her anxiety, which surprised him for the most part.

"Phone." He grumbled, as Carla complied scrambling to grab his phone quickly. A janitor had appeared around the corner and looked very pissed off, Dan looked at him and attempted a sorry-ish grin. Putting the phone back to his ear, he felt like throwing up again.

"Where we meeting at?" He asked, his voice childlike. Carla stood in front of him, reaching for a solo cup of water hopefully.

"There's only one hotel, same place. See you then." The line ended, a sound of silence followed. He held the phone to his ear for a while, wanting to hear it was just a prank. But it wasn't.

"Dan?" Carla spoke softly, looking down concerned at the comedian that normally wore a smile on his face. Yet now, it was grim. Like a man at a funeral for someone he loved.