Math class~~~ Stan Uris x reader //COMPLETE//

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WARNING: MATURE CONTENT.
Contains material concerning rape, torture and murder. See bottom A/N. You can skip this chapter if you don't want to read; there's a summary at the bottom below the A/N.

I stopped my bike outside of 29 Neibolt street. Looking over my shoulder, I saw all six losers had followed. I motioned for them to hide their bikes, demonstrating. I dismounted and put mine behind the hedge, taking my knife and unfolding it till it locked into place.
I looked back over my shoulder again and saw a red balloon, one of Pennywise's, and briskly walked to it. I stabbed it, popping the balloon in a clear act of defiance, then turned and went to the door of the well house. I kicked it open, and it fell to the ground as the last rusty screw in the equally rusty hinge gave way, and the impact echoed throughout the house and could  probably be heard three blocks away. I winced at how solid the door was more than at the sound, but stepped in as if it had been effortless.
I scanned my surroundings, and there was nothing there yet. I started towards the well.
I looked down into its depths, almost shivering. I turned as I heard somebody else step into the house.
"I'm here for my revenge, bitch," Henry Bowers yelled into the house.
"And I'm here for the boy I love, I suggest you stay the fuck out of my way, bitch," I yelled back.
"I'm going to beat your pussy ass, slut, and carve my name into your stomach like I did to Fat Ass," he replied angrily.
"You can try, man-whore," I said lazily.
"I'm gonna kill you!" he screamed.
"Take yourself and your tiny dick elsewhere, Bowers, I don't have time for this," I replied.
Richie snickered at that. Bill shot him a look, though, and he stopped smiling.
"Bitch, I'm gonna--" he started.
"Oh, spare me! I am stricken with fear!" I screamed back sarcastically.
He came into the room with his switchblade ready, and I tightened my grip on my knife. He started advancing, and the other Losers got ready to defend me, but I waved them off.
"This is my fight, I don't want you guys hurt. If he kills me, find Stan and get him out. And Bill, I'm really sorry about Georgie. I am."
Bowers sneered at my directions. "I'm gonna kill all of you and fuck you till you bleed, y/l/n," he threatened.
Everybody looked horrified at that, but Beverly the most so.
"No," she snarled, lunging forward, but Bill held her back. I saw her struggling briefly before I turned back to Bowers.
"You wish, man-slut, but I have shit to do," I replied, but my voice came out a bit hysterical to my horror. He meant that.
He stepped forward, making a move to grab me, but I cut his hand to the bone. He screamed, withdrawing. "Bitch!"
I advanced this time, slashing his stomach and leaving a shallow cut. He snarled and launched himself at me, and I cut his knife hand, making him drop it. It was all I could do.
He grabbed my hips, pulling me down and climbing on top of me, and I put my hands on his threat, pushing. I could feel his groin pressing against my hip. I tried to push him off, and we grappled until I was on top, but not for long. He pushed himself on top of me again, ripping off my shirt, and then he stopped to grab at his neck and scream.
Beverly had gotten a metal spike and pushed it through the base of his neck and into his chest. I was breathing hard as she pulled him off me.
"Beverly," I said.
"Don't try to be a fucking hero by yourself. You have us, y/n. Officially a Loser," she said, offering me a hand.
I smiled weakly as I took it, standing up. "Thanks," I said.
"Shut up, loser," she joked.
"Yeah, you wish," I joked back.
She pulled me into an unexpected hug.
"Bev, I'm filthy and gross," I pointed out.
"Don't care," she said, then held me at arm's length. "It's about time we got another girl."
I nodded. "Thanks."
I tried not to look at the body and failed. I barely refrained from collapsing, sobbing and shaking, onto the floor, because we still had to save Stan.
I fingered the rope, then took a deep breath as I grabbed it. "Do any of you guys know how to use a knife?"
"I'm okay at it, but not great," Beverly said. "I'll take the switchblade."
I nodded silently, throwing the rope into the well. "Let's go, then."

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Rape is not a joke, nothing that Henry Bowers said is. I'm not making a joke out of it, and I actually have Agrophobia. Henry Bowers is sick. I tried to make the fight scene mild, and it is compared to some stuff I have written. The things Bowers did/attempted are actual problems, and I don't discredit that.

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(Summary)
You go to 29 Neibolt, hide your bikes and go inside. You go to the well, and get into a fight with Henry Bowers after he threatens to sexually abuse you and murder all of the losers (you included). Beverly saves you and kills him, stabbing a metal spike into his chest from the base of his neck.