This is a sequel to my previous book, "Blood Runs Cold." Twenty seven years later, you're lured back to Derry after a fresh start in a new city. You believe you've changed, you think that your time apart from Pennywise has given you a fresh state of mind, only to be completely confuddled the second you're met with his presence again. You shouldn't want this again. Yet, you do. What will happen this time? Will the story remain the same? Will your end be full of heartbreak and the loss of yourself? Or will it be different? This fanfiction takes place during IT 2017.

You finally return to Derry, Maine, after many years after the death of your cousin's father. Through the naked eye, the town seems completely normal, but what happens when you find out what really lurks beneath, inside of the shadows? This fanfiction takes place during Welcome To Derry.

A girl arrives in a quiet town by bus, carrying nothing but a suitcase and the belief that this place will finally let her disappear into a normal life. The streets are ordinary, the people are polite. Nothing feels wrong, except the unsettling sense of being watched. Unseen to her, something ancient has already claimed her arrival as an event. As days pass, the town remains peaceful on the surface, but safety becomes conditional, attention becomes inescapable, and love, if it can be called that, is no longer something she chooses. It is something that has chosen her.

Some'thing' that shouldn't have wanted me. And some'thing' I shouldn't have wanted. Moving back to your mother's childhood home isn't all that bad. No, now you finally get to live a normal, peaceful life in a small town, where the quiet streets promise a chance to free your mind from every torment that once clung to it. You have never quite allowed your own mind to wander beyond what is ordinary. You have never truly wanted to believe in anything that might make you question what you know. You are a logical person. Painfully, stubbornly logical and your heart has always remained in the right place-somewhere that should never make you question what you 'feel', or where it was always meant to be. You refuse to let any of that change. But anything can be changed if fate has already decided so. When the story has already been written and the ink has long since dried, no amount of logic, doubt, or defiance can erase what was always meant to happen- or stop your heart from wanting what fate had already chosen. Those are simply the rules. And we were never meant to break them.