➶ maneater – halls and oats ➶
[ trigger warning: blood, chapter longer than richie's dick ]
"you see that, dollface?" richie asks, looking at her before back to his arcade game. "this is how i'll beat you!" he smirks after the screen show 'you win', the other character was stiffly laying on the ground.
y/n took another sip of her slushy—in which richie said it was too early in the morning for it but she retorts back by calling him out for playing in the arcade—, she's sitting down on a not used arcade machine beside richie's, her feet dangling in the air. "one more win, then i'll play with you." she challenged.
"you're a pussy, y/n/n." richie scoffed. "you're just scared that you were always just lucky every time you beat me— "
"fuck you, bitchy richie. you just suck." y/n hop off, slamming down her drink from where she used to sit. richie despised the new nickname—she gave it to him when he starts getting whiny when he lost for the first time—but not as much when she calls him 'richard' few weeks ago. "fine!"
richie gave her a smug grin for finally making the girl explode. he watches her insert a quarter and the game starts. y/n was quiet the whole game, her tongue sticking out on the corner of her mouth and brows furrowed together, and richie on the other hand was trash-talking her during the game, resulting for another lose.
y/n watched as he slams his palms on top of the controller, frowning when he lost again, and she turns around to get her drink. she saw the boy, henry's little cousin named connor, standing by the door, hesitating to enter. y/n couldn't help but to smirk—it made her feel nice when he fears entering the room even when he just saw a glimpse of her—when she found out that he was the one who whines at henry. it took her a while to convince richie to play again at the arcade of because of what happened.
"see? i told you," y/n returned her gaze back to richie, he sighed frustratingly. "as i said, you suck and all you do is just talk."
"it's because you're the one who inserted the coin," richie said.
"that doesn't make any sense!" she squawked. "then stop talking and practice again."
richie scoffed and insert his quarter, angrily pushing the buttons and moving the joystick. y/n couldn't help but to laugh as she watches him get frustrated with the game.
"you see that, hotstuff? i changed my strategy and that's how exactly your character will die," richie points, waiting for the other round.
y/n only nods and answers nonchalantly, "yeah, sure."
"if i lost again. i'm gonna lose my shit and play galaga."
richie continued his game, starts pressing the buttons again harshly. y/n was about to take another sip of her drink when the door swung open, a familiar boy sprints towards them.
"richie!" bill calls, stopping a meter behind richie. bill's hair was disheveled, his chest rose up and down rapidly, panting. "y–y/n," he looks surprised when he saw her there too but it was also expected.
"hey bill, what are you doing here—?"
"what do you want?" richie butt in immediately, tapping the buttons more aggressively, taking a swift look at his friend before back to the game. "you see that guy i'm hitting? i'm pretending it's you!"
y/n thought it was a lie though, didn't he just said earlier that was her character getting he's trying to beat up into a pulp? y/n's pretty sure she heard it right, she might tease him later for it. y/n gave him a look.
"it—it got beverly," bill stuttered. "it got beverly."
the grin on y/n's face fell down slowly, did she hear it right again?
"what do you mean it got beverly?" y/n hops off the arcade machine, walking closely behind richie's figure by the arcade game.
"it, y/n." he continues when richie proceeds to press his fingers down. "it got beverly."
richie left his game to lose, turning around to face bill with a worried expression same as y/n's.
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y/n hugs richie with her right arm, her other was occupied with her skateboard as the rest of the losers hurriedly sped up to the crackhead's house. richie insists to make y/n to hop on his bike rather than to skate when he thought the girl was shaking in fear for her 'girlfriend' and couldn't think straight as she skates.
she hops off the bike, letting her skateboard drop down on the cement, along with the other losers. y/n felt richie reached for her hand as they walk towards the fence.
the losers scattered around to look for something useful before they go inside the house, bill was connecting his spear, mike loading his gun, and eddie throwing away his fanny pack, making y/n give him an impressed look.
y/n and richie tear apart to look around for a weapon, richie crouch down to a stack of hay reaching for an empty bottle of beer and run towards the porch's railing, smashing it in attempt to use the sharp edges as a defense from it.
just as y/n picked up an old bat that look familiar to her dad's old ones—that made y/n wonder how did it get there—beside a withered tree, the losers look up at richie and the others snorted when he was only left with the bottle's neck.
"hey no fair! where'd you even get that?" richie throws his hands up in the air when he saw what was y/n was holding.
"just luck, i guess. . ." y/n trails off, swinging it on her hands.
after a few minutes—richie finished tying the rope he found somewhere on y/n's waist to tie the bat she found, not bothering to steal it from her because the thought of her being alone in the dark, there's at least she can use something as a weapon, which made her think tying it on her waist was a little stupid—the losers are ready to get inside, following bill for he leads the way. the smell of old wood, dried shit, and thick dust entered their nose as bill opens the door, the losers were a little hesitant as they stare at the cold dark house.
y/n reached for richie's hand when a rat scrambled unexpectedly in front of them as they took another step forward in the house. then the both of them walk behind bill, y/n look behind for a moment to watch for their backs but she saw one of the members standing still outside.
stanley stood stiff outside the door, his face was clearly frightened of the idea of coming in even if he hasn't stepped a foot inside. y/n planted her feet on the floor, tugging richie to stop.
"stan?" she called out. "stan c'mon."
stanley shakes his head.
"stan, we all have to go. beverly was right." bill starts. "b–beh–beverly was ruh–right, if we split up like last time it will kuh–kill us one by one." he splutters. "but if we stih–stick together, all of us, we'll win. i promise."
y/n let out the breath of relief she didn't know she was holding in her lungs when stanley nodded and enters, walks not too far behind them deeper into the house.
the house was quiet as they walk down the stairs, besides the wood creaking for each step they make and the rats squeaking as they were scrambling away from them. richie would always be walking in front of y/n with his hand behind him to hold the girl's hand.
they finally reached the well where bill run to confirm if it really lives there, leaving the other losers who were still panicking from what happened the week before. the well in front of them was surely looked abandoned because the edge of the well were cracked and there are pieces of its stone on the floor.
"hey, eddie. got a quarter?" richie joked.
y/n leaned forward beside bill to take a glance of the view of the well, she expected nothing but the darkness would greet her but she felt richie tug her hand, shaking his head 'no'.
"i wouldn't want to wish on that fucking thing." eddie said behind them, trying to look as the other losers use their flashlights to see what was under there.
"beverly!" ben's voice echoed in the well.
y/n look at him, almost smirking, when she feels something that should happen that she couldn't explain.
"how are we supposed to get down there?" mike asks.
the losers look around the room to look for a thing that could help them down there but someone points above them and there was a rope, it still looks sturdy to use, and mike being the tallest, he reached for it to untangle before dropping it into the well.
y/n give it a hard tug to make sure that it is secure and no loser would fall off, mike yank the rope too for a couple of times to make sure it's safe to use and no one will fall to their unfortunate death.
"who'll go first?"
no one answered the question as bill walk forward, stepping up on the edge of the well as he grips his hands tight on the rope before putting all his weight on it, now swinging in the air. eddie went next, mike was helping him because the probability for him to have difficulties because of his cast. ben went next, with mike helping him too.
then richie turn around to look at y/n, placing both of his hands on each side of the girl's cheek. he leaned to give her a kiss between her eyebrows which made her confused.
"i'll go first to make sure it's safe before you go there," richie tapped her cheeks, making the rest of the losers roll their eyes because of his sappiness. "see you on the other side, doll." he turned around and reach for the rope.
y/n placed her palms on the rocky edges of the well, looking at his curly mop of a hair—y/n unconsciously thought of a floating wig in the air—as he went down and she could see bill's handing out his hand for him in which richie accepted.
"come on, toots!" richie's voice echoes through the well, almost giggling when he heard the effect.
mike gave the rope a tug again for her to make sure before pushing it towards her. she catches it, looking at them. y/n saw the look on stanley's face, his worried face said it all.
"you should go first." y/n gives the rope to him. "don't worry. i'll be right behind you, stan."
stanley smiles shyly at her, wrapping both of his hands around it. they could hear richie repeating a set of curse words echoing inside the well when he was greeted by the boy, looking like nothing of 'his toots'. y/n waited for stanley when he's in the halfway from the hole they should enter before reaching out for the rope for her turn.
y/n gave mike a glance and a small nod as she plants her feet on the rocky edge of the well before going deeper down the well. y/n suddenly thought of the noose her dead aunt tessie in the room of the crackhead's house they were currently in, making her grasp the rope tightly at the memory, her legs hugging it too as she exchanges each of her hands at each other. when y/n's at the same level of the hole the other losers were in, she clasp her hand to richie's—who was pushing bill aside to be the one who could hold her hand, pulling her successfully in the hole with the rest of the losers.
"cute, cute, cute!" richie continues to pull her close to him and squeezing the life out of her. "i missed you, toots."
"you're such a dork!" y/n chuckles a little, not really in the mood to make jokes because of a missing beverly somewhere deep down of the crackhead's house, she yanks eddie's wrist to flash the flashlight on richie's face. eddie thought it was fun getting a little revenge on his friend, he wiggled the handle on his face, looking like they were in a club.
"stop it, eds!" richie tried to blind the lights when he started to feel a little dizzy, making him pull his arms away from y/n to cover his eyes with his hands. "i swear to god i'll—"
the three of them stopped when they heard a very painful thud, followed by a scream echoing down the well. bill and ben quickly crawled near the edge of the wall looking up above them.
"mike?" bill shouts.
"mike!" richie follows, then the rest of the losers started shouting their friend's name, creating loud echoes in the well. y/n tries to squeeze her way with the two boys in front of her, also trying to get a look. "mike, are you alright?"
y/n finally catch a glimpse when she pops her head under richie's arm. "mike? what are you— oh, you've got to be fucking kidding me henry!"
henry stared down at them, but his eyes looked like he was just staring into space, as he gave them a sadistic fucking smile. his face was smeared with blood, along with his hair—it looks like it was just a fresh one.
"baa–baa" henry bleats, in which suddenly hits y/n of a memory when she went to mike's to check up on him on their farm.
y/n pushes richie aside, peeking her head, "are you forgetting what i told you, you shithead—" she was about to grab the rope but became out of reach when henry took it in his hand, swinging it on the side of the well.
"no, no, no!"
"get the rope! get the rope!" eddie shouts behind them, pointing at it.
henry sickly grins at them and even at the dark, they could see the blood was smeared all over his hair and fresh ones dripping down on his temples, as he's yanking the rope over their heads—he's the one who's completely fucked in the head here, y/n thought—completely losing the access to climb up the well.
"miiikeee"
the losers' eyes widen when they saw henry was no longer in their view, turning around surely for their friend who's alone above them.
"mike!"
their voices overlap each other, screaming their friend's name. they become more frantic when they hear muffled screams and grunts, they couldn't do anything else but to yell mike's name.
y/n gripped on richie's shirt, tears threatening to spill on the corner of her eyes, her heart racing on her chest as she hears the echoes of commotion above them.
"i–i shuh–should geh–t up there, i—" bill stutters, moving his wrists around the stone-cold wall of the well with the flashlight gripped tightly on his hand.
"are you insane?!" eddie pulls bill back, "with what?"
"there–there should be other way out here, right?" y/n breathes out the air she didn't realize she was holding again, she could feel stanley behind her squeezing her shoulder—his breath fanning her neck.
"stuh–stay here guys. i'll go find a w–way out on the—" bill cuts his own words when there was a loud cry, followed by a sick crack.
it all happens fast, but it also went slow motion at the same time when they see henry falling off, his body hitting the sides of the well, passing forward each side like ball before falling down completely—following a scream.
"holy shit!"
y/n felt relieved but guilty at the same time when henry fell and reduced her distress.
the losers quickly look up, bill flashing his light above to look for mike.
"i'm okay guys, i'm okay." mike reassures. he threw the rope down, loading his bolt gun again. mike accidentally shoves the ammo down the well, he tried to catch it but it fell deep down already, fully disappearing into the darkness. "shit." he mutters.
the losers watch mike going down, bill's flashlight pointed towards him to help him see where his friend was going to.
y/n took her attention away when she heard a familiar voice whisper behind them, the hairs on the nape of her neck stood up. she turns around, expecting to see a loser behind her—stanley in particular because he placed his palms over her shoulder earlier when she was suggesting to find another way out—but her eyes only met the dark abyss of the tunnel.
y/n tugs richie's shirt harder, but not looking at him. "have you seen stan?"
her question made eddie and richie turn around too, they were looking for stanley.
"oh god," richie worries. "where's stan?"
eddie immediately stands up, back wasn't straight because of the height of the tunnel they were in.
"stan?" eddie leads the way with his flashlight. "stanley!"
y/n felt richie's hand on hers, helping her up and follow eddie quickly.
a sharp scent of grey water filled their nose, just like when they were at the barrens, when eddie splashed his shoes down at the end of the tunnel. richie jumped in down first before gripping y/n's forearm, helping her again down.
y/n's face redden, thinking of how baby she was being treated by richie.
"ah, shit." eddie curse. "grey water."
bill turned left, unsurely leading the way to where his instinct told him where stanley could be, he starts jogging deeper in the tunnel. the rest followed behind bill, wetting their knees in an unpleasant way. y/n and richie's fingers were surely locked together as they trail behind bill's back.
then there was a scream. panic cloud their minds when they heard it. y/n could feel that her hands felt cold as they run towards the sound, ending on a big metal rusty door, a large wheel was there definitely as a knob.
bill quickly found his hands on the metal steering wheel, pulling it down to open with the help of the other losers.
y/n mumbles a few curses under her breath when she heard another scream on the other side of the door.
when the door finally opened, the losers quickly stumbled inside—richie had to hold y/n up for almost tripping her way inside. bill flash his flashlight all over the place.
y/n's attention was quickly caught by a light on the ground as soon as she entered the room, she didn't even mind looking all over the place when she untangled her fingers from richie towards the flashlight that was left on the ground.
y/n fumbled with the handle, hearing richie and the other losers' footsteps behind her before flashing it on what's in front of her. she nearly dropped the flashlight on her hands when she saw it.
stanley's laying on the ground, a lady's mouth was attached on his face. its teeth were obviously sharp as blood trickled down on the side of stanley's face, sucking the life out of him.
"what the fuck is that!" richie screams.
y/n saw richie shield his arms in front of her, making her put one step backwards. her other hand quickly found its way on her waist to her bat, pulling it off. y/n shoves the boy's arm, lunging forward, ready to swing the bat.
"no, no, no! don't you fucking dare, y/n!" richie pulls the collar of the girl's jacket and yank her back beside him.
"what the fuck, richie—"
the lady was startled by y/n loud voice, her teeth were now unattached on stanley's face but leaving a bloody teeth marks on his skin. it stands beside stanley for a while, flashing its rows of bloody teeth towards them before slowing walking backwards disappearing in the dark, reappearing again as pennywise, making the losers shriek before vanishing.
"stanley!" y/n rushed towards him, throwing the bat somewhere and kneel beside him. she places both of her hands on his shoulder, trying to calm him down but he kept jolting away from the losers and from her.
"we've got you stanely! we're here!" eddie rushed down on his other side, trying to grasp his shoulders too.
"you told me you'll be right behind me!" stanley cried. "you left me—"
"no, stanley—" y/n tried to calm him down again, her vision was starting to blur because of the tears on her eyes.
"i thought you guys were my friends." stanley sobbed. "you made me go in the neibolt! you left me!"
y/n couldn't help but to silently cry too, her ears were ringing with eddie and stanley's voice. "we're sorry, stan, we didn't mean to." y/n profusely apologized, using the sleeves of her jacket to wipe the blood off of his face.
"you're not my friends!" stanley continues, trying to shove y/n's hands off of him. "you made me go!"
"stanley, no!" eddie continuedly tried to calm him down.
y/n stopped cleaning stanley's face and just kneeled down the ground, wiping her sleeves on her shorts as she tries to blink away her tears, also trying to block out stanley's cries and eddie's voice. she wiped her face with the collar of her jacket, the fabric felt a little heavy.
she looks at what was hanging on it, making it heavy, and she saw fingers gripping the hem of her jacket. y/n look up at richie, the owner of it, silently sobbing beside her while his head hang low. she just realized that he hasn't said a word since stanley started yelling at them.
"c'mere, rich." y/n wraps her arm around richie's shoulder, knowing that he also needed someone after what they just saw. after what he has also been through, now was the time his bubble burst too. "it's okay, richie. let it out." y/n said in a hushed voice, rubbing his back, his chest rising up and down from his sobs.
y/n tried not to choke on her own cries as she listens the voices around her, the cries of her friends and their shattered hearts. she pressed her cheek on richie's hair, hugging him close, ignoring the tears that wets her neck as she let him cry on her neck, closing her eyes.
". . .we won't let anything happen to you."
this made the two pull away from each other slowly, turning around to look at the rest of the losers huddling close together, surrounding stanley. ben was hugging stanley's waist, mike was whispering something to stanley together with eddie.
another tear fell from y/n's eyes when she saw how broken all of them looked, she wipes it quickly and silently.
"i'm sorry, stanley." y/n whispers, crawling closer him, placing a hand on his knee. "i know i should've been right behind you."
"we love you, stan." mike added, hugging the group tight. "you know we will always look for you."
"bill!" eddie suddenly shouts, making the losers' head peak up. their moment with stanley was suddenly broken off.
"jesus fuck, it's so hard to get ahold of john wayne." y/n curses as she reaches for her bat, remembering the line from the movie she watched with the losers at bill's.
y/n felt richie's fingers wrap around her wrist, tugging her off on the ground and followed the others that are ahead of them.
"bill!" the losers repeated his name over and over like a chant as they start to enter a tunnel. they didn't mind splashing around the grey water as they used to before as they worry for their friend.
"bill!" richie clutches y/n's hand tighter as he yells for his friend's name. "you have to remember that you're not john mcclane, you dipshit, you're getting yourself killed—" he added to what y/n said when he remember exactly what she was referencing to.
eddie suddenly trips over something, making himself trip over the grey water, then an amount of liquid entered his mouth—y/n swore it looks like he tasted like his biggest nightmare.
"—get up eddie, you're swimming in millions of gallons of derry pee," y/n quoted what he said in the barrens.
"wait, wait, wait! where's my fucking flashlight?" eddie yells as he waves his hands under the water, trying to part the water to look for it.
suddenly, there were skulls popping out of the water, decayed bones started floating around making the losers scream. their shrill shouts echoed in the tunnel, along with the panicked stomping of their feet through the water making the hem of their shorts a little drench from the splashing.
y/n tug the back of eddie's shirt when he scrambled on the water trying to get up, almost like she was choking him when she helps him up.
"go, go, go!" y/n ushered them at the direction where they were supposed to be headed and they proceeded to yell for beverly and bill's names.
the losers made a few turns around the corner, guessing which way could bill run into. y/n noticed how mike picked up his pace when his head peaked up at something. eddie flashed his flashlight behind her, giving them enough vision to see what caught mike's attention.
"beverly?" y/n whispered under her breath. her strong grip made richie look at her "holy shit it's bev."
y/n left richie's hand to get near beverly, her eyes not leaving her figure as she stomps on a dirty puddle. she won't admit the feeling of déjà vu as she looks up at her, ignoring the cramp forming in her chest as she looks.
"how is she in the air?" a loser asks.
"guys?' eddie almost moaned. "are those. . . ?"
"the missing kids." stanley answered for him.
"guys," y/n opened her mouth. "we could still fucking save her if all of you shut your traps and help me up to grab her leg before she become one of them." she snapped. y/n didn't mean to snap at them. she also didn't mean to become insensitive to the other missing kids floating up in the air. y/n guess that she's just eager to save beverly before she gets missing totally.
mike obliged immediately and he walk towards y/n right after she spat those words. he followed how y/n's hands look like after she told him how to help her up properly as if they were really on a cheerleading team.
with just one try, y/n caught both of beverly's ankles in each of her hands and pull her down. y/n was surprised how light beverly weighs, it almost felt like she's literally a balloon. y/n could feel the losers' hands helping her to bring down beverly on their level.
y/n was suddenly jerked to the side, making her stumble on richie's arms. she saw ben standing to formerly where she was, replacing her to be the one that holds beverly down.
"beverly?" y/n ignored how ben just shrug her aside earlier as she taps her friend's cheek lightly. "beverly wake up." she once again felt someone tugging her jacket back, but this time she knows it was richie.
"beverly?" ben repeats. "why—why isn't she waking up?" he turn his head, looking at the losers as if they were the ones who knows the answer. "beverly? why isn't she waking up?" he shook beverly's shoulders. "what is wrong with her?" ben cried.
"beverly please," y/n whispers, biting her bottom lip to stop it from quivering. she almost looks away at beverly's face when she saw her eyes was rolled back of her head.
ben was still crying for beverly to wake up but then he traps her around his arms, giving her a tight hug before slowly pulling away. and all of the sudden, he grabs her cheeks and leans forward to give her a kiss.
"okay, what the actual fuck?" y/n didn't believe what she just saw. she turns her head at richie and raise her eyebrows, as if she was asking him if ben did really just kissed beverly without consent or without any concrete background or hypothesis of how kissing would help her come back—
right after richie made a shrug as an answer to her, she heard a gasp left beverly's lips. y/n saw beverly take a step backward, her eyes giving ben a blank stare at first.
"january embers," beverly mumbled but loud enough to hear.
"my heart burns there too." ben followed, the corner of his mouth almost reached his ear.
"oh good lord fucking christ thank you," y/n didn't think twice but to throw her arms around beverly's neck, squeezing her in her embrace. the rest of the losers followed and another group hug was made, except when bill's missing again.
"do you want one from me too, huh?" richie bumped her shoulder when all of them pull away from each other, pertaining to the kiss that ben gave beverly.
"do i look like i'm also unconscious and floating here?" y/n scoffed.
"no, but you'd feel alive about a hundred times more." richie cheekily replied, not forgetting to give her a sly grin.
"hey guys, we still have to find bill." eddie cuts off the little reunion.
all of them nodded in agreement and follow eddie as he leads the way to bring them wherever his instinct told him where bill would be. they circled around the mountain of things—that y/n guessed—that the missing kids had on before they were caught by pennywise.
"take me home bill." a little kid's voice echoed.
richie step in front of y/n, unconsciously shielding her of whatever is in front of them.
"i wanna go home!" georgie cried.
y/n stole a look over richie's shoulders, giving her a chance to see how the little kid look like he was battered, how he looks like badly mutilated.
"i miss you and i wanna be with mom and dad." georgie sobs.
"i want more than anything for you to be home," bill weeps, "with mom and dad. i miss you so much." he slowly walks towards his 'brother'.
"i love you billy."
"i love you too," bill said back. but he reached to his back, grips mike's bolt gun, cocked the gun before focusing the muzzle on the center of georgie's forehead. "but you're not georgie."
then bang.
y/n jumped at the sound, making her grip on richie's shoulder. she saw georgie's body fell flat on the floor, she worries if it was bill's real brother or it was just pennywise's another trick up its sleeve.
for a moment, it made y/n convince that it was bill's real brother and she just witnessed a murder when the kid lay down peacefully on the ground but then the body started convulsing, making an unusual shaking.
"holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck," y/n repeated the unholy words under her breath when she saw georgie's short legs popped one by one into long a long one, covered in a familiar white foamy pants. then it's baggy white suit. then the red pompoms on its chest.
y/n pulled richie back when it sprung into life, giving them a sickening smile with its saliva drooling in the corner of it's mouth, and its eyes rolled back to its yellow ones, having the losers scream at bill to kill it or to run away from it.
"it's not loaded." y/n heard mike mumble behind her despite the shouts that easily drowned his voice.
bill "loaded" the bolt gun and shot the clown in front of him. surprisingly, it cracked its forehead.
it lunges towards bill and it strangles him down the floor. with bill using the bolt gun as a shield from it's sharp's teeth to keep him from being eaten alive, beverly swept a rusty metal pole off the ground attempting to hit pennywise in the head but it's hand caught it and throw it on the other side.
"mike!" eddie screams when mike lunge forward but he was violently shoved by pennywise
"oh you're so gonna fucking get it," y/n cursed under her breath. right when bill escapes under pennywise, he grabbed the pole that was beverly was holding earlier and uses it to choke him from behind, then richie jumped on bill's back to help him suffocate it.
y/n's hand made its way to her bat as she lunges toward it, raising it above her head and strike a hard blow as she can right on its forehead. then another. then another. then another. then ano—
pennywise balled her shirt into a fist, yanking her to it's open mouth, showing her it's rows of sharp teeth and the three headlights on the back of it's throat. y/n stared at it as if it was the most mesmerizing thing she has seen in her entire life, it was hypnotizing how—
"y/n!" stanley's voice cracks as he shouts for her name.
y/n blinks when she felt the bat was no longer in her hand, then she saw ben was now biting the arm that pennywise get ahold of her. they were spinning around for a couple of times, making them dizzy. y/n tried to get out of it's hold as she kicks its stomach, digging her shoes' heel hard.
y/n was the first one who got thrown away, her butt sliding uncomfortably on the wet rough ground, she could feel it burn on each side of her ass's cheeks before her back meets a wall. she saw stanley's body rolling on the ground after he was tossed, then y/n crawled towards him to help him up.
y/n's eyes inflamed when she saw it reach for its back, its hand caught richie's hawaiian then throw him painfully on the ground on his back.
"jesus fuck, richie!" y/n and stanley pulls both of richie's arms to avoid getting hit by pennywise as it roll over its back. "are you okay?" y/n quickly check up on him, looking for any blood on any part of his body before turning her attention back from it.
y/n saw bill is now in it's hold; it was hugging him from behind and its gloved hand were around on his neck. y/n nervously grasps richie's shoulder as she tried to help him up in front of her as they carefully studied pennywise's move.
"let him go!" beverly shouts at the clown.
"no!" pennywise giggled. "i'll take him. i'll take allll of you as i'll feast on your flesh as i feed on you fear." it paused, raising its shaky finger.
"or just leave us be. i'll take him. only him. and i will have my long rest and you will live to grow and thrive and live a happy life. until old age takes you back to the weeds." it offered as its voice trembled when it speaks.
"leave." bill spoke up, grasping it's arm. "i'm the one who dragged you all to this. i'm s–suh–suh–sorry."
"s–suh–suh–suh–sorry." it mocked before it giggled.
"go!" bill shouts one last time.
"guys, we can't"
y/n felt richie brush off her hands on his shoulder, standing up on his own. blinking, y/n let him be and not question it as she stands behind him, waiting for something to unfold. hoping richie found a way how to negotiate with the children eating clown.
"i told you bill, i fucking told you. . ." richie started.
oh, my goodness shit.
"i don't wanna die. i don't want for any one of us die. it's your fault." richie said, "you punched me in the face, you made me walk through the shitty water, you brought me to a fucking crackhead house. and now. . ." he pointed one by one on his fingers before stopping right beside the pile of things. y/n noticed how he look at a particular object beside him, making her grip on her bat as she catches up on what he was doing. "i'm gonna have to kill this fucking clown."
right after he said that, bill was thrown down to the ground like a rag doll.
"welcome to the losers club, asshole!" he shouted with fury, grabbing a bat from the pile of things beside him with both of his hands.
pennywise shrieks as it started lunging towards the losers but cut itself off when richie swings his bat hard on its head, facing the other losers. mike runs forward with a rusty metal pole, making another attempt of attacking the clown but there were hands—skin melted down to their bones, ugly blisters too—that stopped mike when the clown opened its mouth.
y/n runs after it too when mike's having trouble with yanking his weapon back. she swung her bat on the arms from it's mouth, taking away the hands on mike's pole and now faces y/n. it shoves the bat off of y/n's hands, turning into her fear.
pennywise suddenly became eight legged, its head shifting into her aunt tessie's with purplish skin.
"jesus fuck. you're not scary anymore, for fuck's sake you look ridiculous." y/n said, grabbing the bat off the ground quickly right after richie hit it with his own bat, distracting it. "you're pretty fucking rude for using my favorite aunt's pretty face."
with pennywise being frozen on its own feet right after what the girl said, y/n dug her bat into its mouth but it held on in it as it bit it with its sharp teeth. they all didn't notice it's lips turning pale, however y/n did a little.
y/n used all her power to pull it way from it, making her stumble backwards a little with the bat that has now sharp edges. she used the other end to hit the clown across its face and it spins around comically to the direction where it was hit before stopping to face stanley, forming into the lady from the painting he talks about, and earlier, who suck his face off.
with no fear, y/n watches stanley strikes his own pole across its cheeks too and she followed right after him and attacks the clown with her own bat on its stomach, making it hunch on its stomach.
mike took it as a sign to attack it too but it easily recovered and threw him on the ground, its arm forming into something that looks like claws, digging its sharp ends on the floor trying to dig it on mike. ben stole the spear on beverly's hand and help to save mike by stabbing it on the clown's chest. y/n hopes it was hit on its heart as she heard it scream in agony, almost falling backward.
y/n's hope immediately washed away when its head turned around to face ben, forming into some kind of mummy, then it covered her friend's face. bill run over to y/n's way when she was about to go and help ben, and hits pennywise with the chain on his hand.
the clown is now shoved into the ground, y/n hits it with her bat right before it tried to get up—which made pennywise plant its ass further into the floor. the losers took it as a chance to hit it every part of its body.
pennywise coughs on the floor and snaps its head to eddie, now turning into a leper. it coughs up even more before throwing all up on eddie, a gooey and smelly liquid fountained all over his face.
eddie throws up the liquid, standing up and wipes his red face. "i'm gonna fucking kill you!" he screams and kicks it.
it now faces beverly, smirking up at her as it forms into al marsh. "are you still my—"
beverly cuts it off by planting the heavy rusted spear on its mouth.
if it didn't die of tetanus, then i don't know what will, y/n shrugs off her thought.
it took a few seconds before turning back on its original form, spitting the spear near eddie. it's mouth quivered and it started crawling backwards, struggling. when it hits its back by near the well, its head starts to convulse, its mouth opening as it gasps for air.
it stares at bill, giggling then it turns into sobbing.
"that's why you didn't kill beverly," bill realized. "because shuh–shuh–she wasn't afraid. we're not either."
it just sobs, its shoulder was shaking.
"not anymore." bill continues. "now you're the one who's afraid. because you're gonna starve."
this made it cry and do a backflip into the well. the losers jump from the sudden action, and richie reached for y/n's hand, slowly and it tickled a little.
"he t–thrust his fuh–fuh–fist against the puh–post." it stutters quietly, watching as stanley pass his pole to bill. "and still insists he suh–sees the ghost."
it flinched when bill raised the pole over his head, ready to hit pennywise but it hid under the well. the losers surrounded the well to look at it as it mumbles the phrase and its forehead cracking up, staring up at them.
"fear." it said before falling into the dark abyss.
the losers finally felt the weight lightens above their shoulders as it disappeared.
"i know what i'm doing for my summer experience essay." richie broke the silence.
"this is one of a hella productive and inspiring summer of our entire lives." y/n adds up beside him. richie funnily looks at her, almost proud when she went along with his gimmick and throw his arm around her.
y/n saw bill turns to beverly and hugs her and cries on her neck.
"guys," eddie calls. "the kids are floating down."
the losers followed to the direction where bill is going, watching him kneel down and grabs a dirty yellow fabric from the ground, he reads the name before hugging it on his chest, sobbing. richie was the first one to comfort him, putting his arm on bill's shoulder before the rest started putting their hands on bill's to show comfort too before it turns into another group hug.
a complete one at last.
holy shit. we're nearing the end of part 1 (remind yourselves what it said). congratulations for reading 7k words >;).
if y'all ain't going to put more votes on this chapter than the last one im going to shit on you all >:(
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