𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥 | ♛ [on hold]

ii.

crossover au it x mcu

warnings angst, depictions of loud noises, near death

❝ please dont leave me here, i dont know where my heart is. ❞

The sounds of people screaming and crying were deafening. Cars were being crushed. Buildings were being destroyed. Everything was in chaos. Bill and Beverly refused to leave the empty store, until they were sure of safety.

The five of them had been staying there for a while, unaware of how much time had passed. Beverly lifted Richie's wrist up to check the time on his watch. It's been approximately fifteen minutes. Beverly went back to stroking Ben's hair out of habit, heart still pounding on her chest, while Bill muttered nothings to himself, pacing anxiously around the store.

''What the hell was that?'' she spoke, watching as Bill had returned from exploring an aisle in the far right. He looked up at her. The lines of worry in her face stood out, face red and weary after all the crying and running. Ben looked pale and helpless in her arms, while Richie and Eddie were laid next to each other on the floor.

Beverly and Bill were both shaken. Another car blew up and more trees were destroyed. The cries outside grew louder. Sooner or later, the space creatures would get to them as well. Ben, Richie, and Eddie might as well be dead. It was nothing like they've seen before. It wasn't as if their lives were at stake. It was as if the world's life was.

This wasn't how they expected their New York trip to turn out. They'd imagined laughs and hand holdings and sunsets. Picnics by the park as they took photos, going on rides and living it while they could. Their list of things to do in New York went on, and an alien attack wasn't in it.

Beverly whimpered as a child screamed for his mommy, followed by the sound of a loud crack. She turned to face Bill. "Bill," Beverly whispered desperately. He nodded, biting on his bottom lip.

''We need to do suh—something," he said, eyes fixated on the his friends' unconscious bodies. ''Th—they need help.'' A loud crash outside shook them both. Bill walked closer to the glass pane, observing the situation outside.

''Bill, it's not safe—"

"I dont care, Be—Beverly! I'm done sih—hitting around doing n—nothing. Our friends are duh—dying, and they m—may well be dead suh—suh—sooner or later," he said determinedly. Beverly furrowed her eyebrows at Bill's worsening stutter. She looked back at her boyfriend's pale complexion, the wounds on his face standing out.

Beverly wasn't letting her best friends die, not a chance, never. She would take a thousand bullets for them and she'd be alright with that.

She sniffled, shifting a glance at her two friends. ''It should've been me,'' she said, trembling as she stroked Richie's cold hand. "It shouldn't have hit them."

Tears blurred her gaze once again. She blinked it away. The thought of losing Ben, Eddie, and Richie like this made her numb. She couldn't imagine what it would feel like, and she wouldn't ever want to know.

"N—No, it shouldn't," Bill shook his head, his gaze on Beverly softened as he walked over to her. "It shouldn't be any of us, wuh—we don't deserve this."

Bill wasn't as worried as Beverly. He knew for sure they would be alright. His friends wouldn't die on his watch. He'd lost someone he loved once, and he didn't want to lose more. Bill sighed deeply before kneeling, his chest pounding with anxiety. He needed to be strong for Beverly. He needed to stay strong for them.

He gripped both of Beverly's shoulders. ''Look, we'll find a way, okay? I puh—pro—promise," he continued, "everything will be okay."

Beverly studied his tired features before nodding. She then stood up, gently placing Ben's head down on the floor. She retraced Bill's steps to the glass door and looked outside. It was quiet. The streets were empty, though heavily destroyed. Flames and piles of ashes were everywhere, but there was no crowd.