Summer of '84

Presentation Gone Wrong

"I was made for loving you,"

"Okay, rea-lly who are you-u people?" Bill stuttered asking the question on each of the Losers club young minds. "I am Five, these are my siblings." Five sassy replied. Five was known for his quick temper. "Luther, Diego, Allison, Klaus, Ben who is sadly passed, and lastly Vanya." Five-pointed to each of them except Ben. "Okay, and why does this concern us?" Beverly asked she was more of the leader than Bill would ever be. "Because we saw you at that cliff thing that one day and we need you to help us get out of your little shitty town." Five-spoke aggressively. Vanya stood in the background as always shy and quiet. Stanley seemed to notice."We help you all get home, and you help us with something." Eddie spoke up trying to bargain a deal.

Within the next twenty-four hours, Bill's garage was filled to the brim with futuristic adults and the Losers club. Bill pointed to the Derry Well House on the map before Eddie started to have an as matha attack. The projector began to flicker to a picture of Bill's little brother Gorgie Denbrough who had passed a year before the event. Of course, the Umbrella Acadamy didn't flinch it was odd. Almost robotic until it went to Bill's mother glancing over to the Sunday dress she wore, and the fiery red hair she had long. However, Bill's mother had a brunette head of hair, not red or ginger. The flickering from the projector went faster and faster almost like a picture show caught at the local drive-in from the late fifty's.

The hair quite blowing to reveal a clown, to reveal It faces. His razor-sharp teeth and re-greywater garage opped from the screen. At this point, the Loser's were fucking screaming their heads off. It's bulging yellow bug eyes popping from the sockets in his head. Five teleported out of Bill's garage over this shit. Luther, on the other hand, was shitting himself he could be a monkey man on the moon, however, a killer demon clown from the '80s was terrifying. Eventually, Eddie was panicking once again. Everyone seemed to notice light flickering from the projector as slides switched until Beverly kicked the projector over cutting any power.

"It knows where we are, oh my fucking god!" Eddie shouted panicking he took deep puffs from his rescue inhaler. Richie pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose as he stood in the garage doorway with Stanely Uris and Beverly Marsh. "The-n le-ets go get it," Bill proposed "It's summer we're supposed to be having fun." Stanley groaned "If you say it's sum-mm-er one more f-fuc-king time," Bill threatened. The ride to Nebolt was silent and awkward. Here you have a bunch of adults with powers who weren't born yet. And a bunch of teenagers who were just going through puberty and learning the art of masturbation. Together ready to kill a demonic clown who lives in the sewers.

Most people if you told them this they would send you to the madhouse. Breaking the silence was the sound of Five teleporting away. Meaning he was probably helping a drug cartel or planning how to assignation seven children with a murderous glint in his green eyes. Five had gone back to the junkyard he found in the town.

Meaning Diego and Klaus went to find him, while the Losers were trying to defeat a clown with no powers. From a few blocks away you could smell the old well-house. Floorboards rotted out and the siding was turned grey. Chunks of broken glass were sunk into the ground. Junkies and hoboes were the ones who used the house. Leaving needles and other trash around the dead yard. Parts were flatter than Greta Bowie's ass and other parts were overgrown with snakes and ticks living happily. Nebolt was an unsightly view from any angle. Hidden inside the house was the scariest part. Mystery mixed with anxiety was not the best cocktail to get you high enough.

Maybe for William Denbroguh.

(A/N: I have another IT story called Smoke and Mirrors. I also have an Umbrella Acadamy story called Blood Related. Just letting you all know. :) )