Neibolt house was coming quickly into view, and it looked just as run-down as it did the first time you'd come here all those years ago. 

You watched through the window of Beverly's backseat, and Bill's bike came into view in the darkness. You still remembered it almost clearly, and you knew he had used it to get here immediately. It was sitting abandoned on the front lawn, and for a few terrible moments, you thought about being too late. He'd already fell victim to the clown. 

But then him himself came into view, and Beverly skidded to a stop. You all practically leaped out of the car, running up to where he was about to enter the house without so much as hesitating. 

"Bill! Bill, stop!" You yelled, and he immediately turned around at the sound of your voice. You skidded into the front lawn, coming to a stop a few meters in front of him and the veranda of the house you'd promised yourself never to come back to.

"No, (Y/n), no! Go home, all of you!" He replied to you once he noticed the rest of the Losers Club following behind you.

"Listen, I started all of this. It's my fault that you're all here." He stuttered profusely during his sentence, and it took him a few moments to get it out. "This curse, this fucking thing that's inside you all. It started growing the day I made you go down to the Barrens to find Georgie."

He examined your grief-stricken face for a few moments, before turning to the house. "Now, I'm going to go in there, and I don't know what's going to happen. But I can't ask you to do this."

The whole group remained quiet, before you spoke up softly. "Well, good thing we're not asking you either."

He stepped down a step towards you, whispering your name like a plea. Mike interrupted him. 

"We didn't do it alone back then, so we're not gonna do it alone now."

"Losers stick together." Ben agreed. 

The group fell silent and Bill looked torn between his choices- but you knew that he knew, deep down, he didn't have a choice. 

"I-I think Richie said it best last time we were here." He said simply, and everyone turned to him. You felt confusion bubble up inside you, until suddenly you remembered, and a smile took over your features. 

Richie didn't get it yet, though. He looked at him with a confused expression. "I did?"

The group simply looked at him as he racked his memory. "'I don't wanna die'?"

"Not that."

"'You're lucky we're not measuring dicks?'"

You turned to give him an incredulous look. 

"No." You heard Bill say softly from the stairs. Richie paused, before a confident look took over his features. 

"'Let's kill this fucking clown?'"

When Bill let out a laugh, Richie straightened up and a cocky grin took over his features.

"Let's kill this fucking clown."

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You entered the house stealthily, resisting the urge to cough at the olden furniture covered in dust. Cobwebs lined the whole house, and it was even worse then what you remembered- 27 years had passed, after all.

You weren't entirely sure why Beverly kept a convenient stash of flashlights in her car- but you were definitely grateful as you gripped one in your hands, shining it around at every little sound that occurred.

You knew you were being on edge- who wouldn't be in this situation? 

You felt like your fear was floating you upwards towards the sky, and only Bill's occasional reassuring touch was keeping you on the Earth. You were grateful for him. 

"Well, I love what he's done with the place." Richie murmured as you shined your light on a set of stairs, with black tar dripping down. The sight made you take a sharp intake of breath, but you shoved the fear down. 

"Beep-beep, Richie." You heard Bev murmur.

You began making your way over to where Bill was examining a wall with writing engraved into it. It wasn't anything bad, simply the name of the builders.

He turned and gave you another reassuring smile, before he began leading the group down a dusty hallway. You made sure to stay right beside him, just as you had done 27 years ago. Bill seemed quite content with the fact.

When he made his way into a dusty old room you quickly realized was a kitchen-like place, you found yourself examining the antique ovens- nearby, there was a doorway that led into a room with a table and chairs. A dining room.

"Hey, that's the basement, right?" Richie asked, shining the light on a doorframe that consisted of some stairs leading down. 

You and Bill didn't answer, you just ran over there as carefully as you could. The last thing you needed was to fall through the floor. There was a few boxes blocking the entrance, and you leaned over them to look down the staircase. 

A loud groan suddenly sounded through the air, and you and Bill both jumped at the sound, flicking your heads towards it. As you did, the door in between the two room's you'd been in slammed- separating the Losers Club.

The loud groan was undeniably Ben's, and both Richie and Bill ran towards the door in fright, screaming for Ben. You got a serious sense of deja vu.

Pushing down the feeling of terror, you watched as the two men continued to bang on the door. You weren't sure what to help, and you tried to look around for Eddie, who had disappeared from your sight. You found him standing in a corner, hyperventilating. 

Your blood seemed to run cold when a rattle echoed throughout the room. Each of you snapped your heads to a small, white, dirty mini fridge. It was rattling as if something was inside, dying to get out. You had flashbacks to the fortune cookies from the restaurant. 

You stared at the fridge, a horror-filled look in your eye. You jumped when the fridge door opened. 

There was a boy in there. His body was contorted to fit in the fridge, and you stared at him in shock. You felt yourself freeze all over- you could barely move, your attention entirely focused on the thing in front of you. 

Horror made your hands burn hot when he looked up- and what was even worse was that his face was familiar. Despite being rotten and pale, you knew him. 

"It's Stan." Richie murmured, fear set heavy in his voice. 

The noises of Ben's screams were blocked out as the corpse that looked like Stan began to scream. 

You and Richie both let out identical yells of surprise and fear when the head rolled off it's body, beginning to roll of the room. He pulled you out of it's way, and suddenly you were on the opposite side of the room from Bill. The thought was making you uneasy. 

The head hit the opposite wall and rolled to sit upright to stare at the group with fear in his empty eyes. 

"I'd still be alive if it wasn't for you, Bill." The head accused sadly. 

Despite the fear and adrenaline in your eyes, you found sadness building up in your stomach at the realization that Stanley was really dead and you had no way of ever getting him back. You couldn't hear Bill's answer to the head's words. 

Suddenly, Stan's head started to shake, and the skin on the sides of the head began bursting- like something was trying to get out. It looked at you. 

"(Y/n), what's happening to me?"

You choked on your own words as the head began groaning in pain. It's skin was being torn from the inside, and the sight made you nauseous with fear. 

Once it finally burst open, one by one, spider-like legs grew from the sides of the head. They hit the floor, and suddenly the head had a way to crawl around. It reminded you of a spider. 

"You've got to be fucking kidding me." Richie groaned in disbelief from beside you, watching with as much terror as you as the head laughed manically. 

And suddenly, it disappeared- 

-It didn't take you very long to realize that no, it hadn't disappeared. It had just run. 

It sprinted it's incredibly fast legs towards Ben and Eddie (who was now hyperventilating worse then before), and Bill kicked it towards you. It seemed to change it's target to you. 

You kicked at the thing, watching as it groaned and got sent hurling back at the force. You winced. You shouldn't have used the same foot you'd bashed the door down with just a few hours before.

The thing then went for Eddie. "Oh, god damnit, get it away from me!" He yelped, kicking the head just like you had. It got kicked towards Bill, and began running at him.  

It leaped up, legs arched, ready to land on his face, but Bill was quick. He twisted his body, shoving it out of a broken window that led into another room.

You took a breather for a minute, not entirely sure if everyone was okay. You found yourself bending at the waist, catching your breath. You felt Bill's hand on your back, and you heard Richie's voice. 

"Eddie? Hey, are you okay?"

"Yes, I'm-"

Suddenly, he stopped talking and took a sharp intake of breath. You flicked your head up, terrified that the thing had come back. Your suspicions were right.

When Richie shone his light at the roof where saliva had dripped down from, you all noticed the head sitting in the roof shackling, staring down at you all demonically.

"Oh, there he is." Richie joked half-heartily, before the spider jumped down onto his face. You flinched back into Bill at the sudden action, but quickly snapped out to your senses and rushed to help him. 

Your senses had gone into overdrive and you couldn't think, the only thing on your mind was helping Richie. 

You didn't know how, but you ended up on the floor by Richie's head (he was laying on his back now), gripping the head's curly locks, pulling back. Bill was balanced on Richie's stomach, pulling at the sides, trying in vain to get it off. 

It was too strong for the both of you, so you knew if either of you let go, it would bite Richie's face off.

"Get the knife!" You heard Bill scream. "God damn it, Eddie, get the knife!"

He repeated the phrase multiple times, to no avail. The head was still too strong for both you and Bill, and with Bill's slipping attention, you felt the head moving closer to it's goal. 

You flinched when suddenly, a knife had been stabbed into Stanley's head.

Looking up in fright, you watched as Ben held the same knife Bill had been telling Eddie to grab in his hands. He began stabbing the head over and over, not stopping until he was sure it was dead. He must have stabbed it at least 30 times.

It's blood was floating into the air as if there was no gravity the more times it was stabbed, and when Ben finally stopped, Bill took it from your hands and threw it across the room in disgust. 

Apparently it hadn't been dead- because when it landed on the dusty ground, it smiled up at you all for a minute, before rushing into the darkness of the next room. God knows if you'd see it again.

You felt Bev's hands on your shoulders, wrapping you in a much needed hug as you stood back up from the floor. "Are you okay?" She was repeating like a prayer. You nodded profusely. 

"Yes, y-yes, are you?"

You were distracted from each other when you both heard Bill begin yelling at Eddie. 

"He could have fucking died, Eddie. Georgie's dead. The kid's dead. Stanley's dead. You want Richie, too? You want Richie, too?" He was yelling out of fear, you knew that, and you quickly dropped to your knees beside Richie to help him put his glasses back on. He was muttering something about not being able to see.

"Please don't be mad, Bill." You heard Eddie mumble, and you looked up with sadness in your eyes for the two men. "I was just scared."

Tears began running down his cheeks, and he didn't bother wiping them away.

"That's what he wants, right? Don't give it to him." Was all Bill stuttered back, before he turned and walked towards where you were now helping Richie up.

He seemed to check you for any visible injuries, and when he was satisfied you had none, he motioned for the group to follow him down into the basement.

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