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

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I slid down the rope, then crawled into the tunnel on the side of the tube. Bev followed, then Bill, Ben, Richie, Mike, and lastly Eddie. I hissed as yellow eyes flickered like fire at a branching tunnel. I heard Richie take a sharp breath and glanced at him.

"Werewolves?"

"Yeah. And clowns," he replied.

I simply nodded, and I would have gripped my knife harder had I not been gripping it as hard as possible already. Bev, too, had a white-knuckled grip on . . . his switchblade. Or was it hers now? Or mine?

I shook my head to clear the thought as if my mind were an etch-a-sketch, starting down the tunnel. The werewolf was gone as I warily passed that tunnel, Bev and Bill flanking me and the others behind. It was cold and wet, and my breath misted in the air.

Why was it so cold?

I spun as Eddie screamed. A leper stood amongst us, and he was looking at Eddie, bent close to him.

"You'll catch a cold, Eddie. It's time for your medicine!" It stuck its tongue out and a red pill was on it.

Eddie closed his eyes. "Not real, not real, not real . . ." he whimpered.

It morphed into Pennywise, turning to Bill. "I was real enough for Georgie, Billy. He tasted good. So much fear," It whispered, but no mist resulted.

I noticed that Pennywise wasn't breathing. "You're bullshit," I proclaimed, trying to sound confident. "You're biologically impossible."

"You know that's not true, y/n," It hissed, turning into the Woman.

"Give me back my boyfriend, you fucking bitch," I hissed right back.

"Come and get him," It said, and disappeared.

Reappearing behind Beverly, It whispered in her ear loudly enough for Bill and I to hear.

"You'll die if you try."

It vanished again, and I heard screaming start.

"You fucking cunt!" I screamed, running towards the sound. I got close, running through the last tunnel, and the sound moved. "Give him back!"

The screaming was coming from a different place this time. I sprinted towards it again, and I didn't stop running until a sliver of logic slipped back into my brain. I started running towards the center.

The ghostly voices of screaming and pleading children surrounded me as It attempted to deter me. "Stop! Don't!" I yelled.

"You think I care about what you want?" the voice of Henry Bowers said as he appeared in front of me.

He had become one of my demons.

"Don't use them!" I screamed.

It stepped closer in the form of this new dark part of my mind, but I ran past, trying to leave him behind. I felt something behind me, then something was touching me. I heard something inhale and I realized it was the form of Bowers again, but he was somehow maintaining a position right behind me, and he licked his lips as he sniffed me.

"Fear," he murmured, and touched my chest. I drew my elbow back and hit him in the face, then stabbed him once and kept running, part of my mind screaming, the other part so focused on getting Stan back that everything else might as well not exist. Bursting into a central chamber, I saw Stan on the ground, the Woman standing over not his body, but a replica of mine, the blood and bite marks everywhere.

"Stan!" I screamed, running to him.

He backed away. "How do I know you're not It?"

Tears streamed down my face. "It is me, Stan. It is," I said.