~Y/n pov~
We stood in front of the pot, placing our valued items into the small flame.
Bill held up a paper boat, "This is the boat I made with G-Georgie."
He reluctantly placed it into the fire, watching it flake away into ashes.
Eddie looks down at his asthma inhaler, taking it one more time.
"C'mon dude." Richie urged trying to hurry him up.
He stepped forward placing the inhaler in the fire .
"This is a page from my yearbook." Ben smiles down at the paper in his hand before putting it in the fire .
I held up my drawing that I did after I had my first dream or more like nightmare about clowns.
"This is a drawing of a clown." I chuckled slightly, watching the embers float away as it burned .
Richie sighed holding up a token, "Token from capital theatre."
"Really ?" I asked as he put it on the fire .
Mike threw an item on as Eddie seemed to remember something .
"Oh wait !" He pulled a shower cap out and put it on.
We all looked at Bev reluctantly, "A love poem..."
Ben tensed up slightly as I smiled on realisation .
We all locked hands, "Light in the dark."
The chanting continued but I wasn't convinced it was working , I decided to keep my eyes closed as if I was attempting to make it work better .
We scrunched our eyes closed chanting as the wind picked up.
"What the fuck is happening man?" Richie screamed .
We opened our eyes to see we had captured the dead lights .
It started glowing red and some goo started flowing over as Mike clamped the lid down.
"Is that shit meant to be happening Mike?" I asked cautiously .
"Keep chanting !" He yelled .
The red goo inflated like a huge balloon, we all jumped back .
It got bigger and bigger then bang!
I looked around and saw we had been split up, I was with Richie and Eddie and the others were elsewhere .
"Did we do it ?" Richie and Eddie kept asking.
A familiar white and red painted face popped up and smiled.
I jumped, "Shit!"
"Did it work Mikey? Did it work? Hahahahha" Pennywise chuckled menacingly .
He then transformed into this weird spider like creature .
"WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!" I screamed .
"I DON'T FUCKING KNOW!" Richie screamed back.
"Run!" Eddie yelled as we sprinted away.
We turned and came to a clearing, I looked behind us to see him gone, but he'd be back soon, he always is.
We continued down the passage and saw three doors .
"oh shit not this again." I gasped.
The doors read, 'very scary', 'scary' and 'not scary at all'.
"Uhh not scary at all right?" Eddie asked .
"I don't know !" Richie panicked .
Eddie looked at me, "Trust me."
I gulped nodding as we swung open the door quickly .
It was a cupboard, we reached for the light and nothing was there but clothes .
We heard some giggling as a pair of legs appeared , skipping towards us, one of their shoes were missing.
"Betty?" I whispered as Richie screamed out.
We slammed the door closed.
"Ha very funny !" Richie chuckled nervously .
We then opened very scary to be met with a puppy.
"Arf !" It wagged it's tail cutely, then suddenly transformed into some sort of monster, growling.
"THAT MESSED UP!" I screamed out as we turned and ran.
Richie ran out and grabbed a rock throwing it at Pennywise , "Yippee Ki yay motherfucker!"
IT turned to us, Richie eyes turning white .
"Oh shit." I muttered trying to think of what to do.
I picked up a rock and threw it, it hit IT smack bang in the back of the head.
He growled and turned to glare at me.
"Holy shit!" I screamed .
Everyone from the losers club started throwing rocks at it , I took the chance and ran to Richie.
I turned to see Pennywise he blasted away, is he dead?
I stood over Richie, "Richie are you okay?? I think IT is dead."
I felt a sharp pain pierce my abdomen, "nnnggh" I grunted in pain.
"Rich I choked out , I love you, don't let mine and Stan's life go in vain." Then the world went black.
~*~
~Richie pov~
I screamed out in pain, my chest hurt .
She was gone, the love of my life was gone, my soulmate.
From there it was all a blur, killing Pennywise, everyone going home, slightly broken but better now Pennywise was gone.
And here I was, I stood next to the fence .
Bending down, I grazed my hand over mine and y/n's initials .
My face felt wet, I reached my hand up and realised I was crying.
I was breaking and now I don't know what to do.
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