You'd blocked out most of the travel down the circular well, and didn't have much to think about it, other then the fact it was absolutely horrifying. You could hear your heart beating in your ears and you weren't sure if the rate it was beating at was healthy. 

None of this was healthy.

When you reached the bottom, you were met with a small cavern that reminded you faintly of a sight-seeing cave your ex-husband had brought you to a few years back.

You hadn't even thought about your ex-husband this whole time. But, granted, this wasn't how you expected to spend the early post-breakup stage; fighting a killer clown that feasted on fear and pubescent children.

You helped everyone down the hole as much as you could, before being led by a waiting Mike through an (extremely small) crawlspace that you only just squeezed your body through. You cringed at the way your body scraped against the tar-like floor, just as everyone else's did.

"Through here." Mike instructed as you squeezed your way through, before coming out the other side without as many scratches as you had previously thought. "It's tight, but we can get through."

Again, you helped as many people as you could through the small space, trying not to think about what would happen if the cave were to fall in right now. You'd all be squashed.

"This is where It hid." You looked up, alarmed, at Mike's voice. He's standing behind you, looking (rather dramatically) out into a large chamber.

You begin walking towards him, and the contents of the dark chamber comes into view.

There were tar-looking spikes, and they were huge. They were all facing outwards from the center, a space in the middle of all of them, just enough for the group of you to fit into. 

It was like something had crashed there, and crystalized the shockwave of wreckage it produced.

You were thankful there was no water this time as you followed Mike quickly towards the center of the spikes, and he crowded you all into the center- you didn't feel the slightest bit protected, though, even when you were slotted in between Bev and Bill.

Your friends were looking up at the semi-circle ceiling in amazement. They were muttering things about it while you just ran a hand through your hair in disbelief.

"So, all this has been under Derry, like, forever?" Eddie asked as he came to stand almost opposite you.

"Not forever. Just a few million years."

You weren't entirely sure why Mike was making you all stand in a circle, until he pulled the ritual thing out of his leather bag, and placed it in the middle of you all. 

"It can only be attacked in it's true form. The ritual will show us that."

"And what is it's true form?" Ben asked the dying question.

"I hope it's a puppy." Richie shrugged, almost nonchalantly, and you looked up at him in disbelief. "Like, a Pomeranian, or- I'll shut up."

"It's light." Mike murmured after staring into the side of the ritual thing for a few moments. "A light that must be snuffed out by darkness."

You weren't sure why the bad guy was represented by light- wasn't light supposed to be, y'know, good? But you didn't have time to think about it, because you watched as Mike began pouring gasoline into the inside of the ritual thing.

You watched as he lit the match, dropping it inside, and the inside burst into flames. Like a pot of fire. You try to ignore the way you flinch at the action.

"Your artifacts must be burned." He explained. "The past must burn with the present."

You fumble for the diary, that has been shoved in the inside pocket of Bill's sweater. The leather cover had mostly protected the pages from being drenched with water after you'd saved Beverly, and you smiled when you opened the book to a familiar page. 

B.D + (Your initials here)

Softly and carefully, you ripped the page out, and shoved the book back into your inside pocket. Looking up, you saw Bill watching you with a slight smile. You return it, and despite the fear running deep in your veins, you feel warm.

"Th-this is the boat I built, with G-Georgie." Bill stutters, before stepping forward to place the paper boat he grabbed from his pocket into the fire. Mike then looked to you, expectantly. 

"This is an important page from the diary I poured my heart and soul into." You murmured, and after hesitating for a minute, you drop the paper in the fire.

You can imagine the way it's burning up, replacing the written initials with fire, and you visibly shudder. Bill sends you a sad smile.

"It's my inhaler." Eddie raised his eyebrows, before taking a last long breath of it. You can almost imagine the way Richie is rolling his eyes without even having to take a look at him. 

"Come on, dude."

Eddie ignores him, holding the inhaler to his mouth for a moment, before dropping it into the fire. 

You watch as Beverly pulls out a worn post card. "Something I wish I'd held on to."

After dropping it in, you all turned to Ben. He took a deep breath. 

"This is a page from my yearbook." He seemed to smile in remembrance for a moment, just like you had done. "Only one person signed. I should have forgotten it, but I couldn't, because I kept it in my wallet. For 27 years."

He dropped it in the fire with a sigh. Richie spoke up next. 

"This is a token from the Capitol Theater."

"You brought an actual token?" Eddie asked, and Richie nodded. 

"Yes. That's what we were supposed to do, asshole."

"Do you have any idea how long it'll take for that to burn?"

You weren't entirely sure how two men could find ways to pick on each other during such a fearful and serious moment, but leave it to Richie and Eddie to make it happen.

"Yeah, but your inhaler will take longer, dude."

"Guys, come on." Ben whispered, shutting them up.

Mike suddenly held up a stone near your face, and you jumped from the sudden intrusion, before tilting your head. The stone was stained red at one part, otherwise brown, and the memories of it made you both cringe and smile. 

You didn't know what came over you, but you picked up a rather large stone that was lying at your feet and threw it.

It hit Henry right in the face.

He got knocked over, and everyone over there looked over at you.

Stanley came to stand next to you, puffing from running, and he marveled at you, "nice throw!"

"Thanks," you replied, before picking up another. You heard the rest of the Losers club come and stand around you, Beverly standing right beside you as she smirked at you, also picking up a stone.

"Look closely, (Y/n). You see it? That's where you hit Bowers." He explained, and you nodded carefully.

"Th-The rock fight."

"The day these bonds were forged."

Eddie leaned to tap Mike on the shoulder. "That's not gonna burn either." He reminded as Mike dropped the stone into the fire, sending him an incredulous look.

You weren't sure what you expected to happen- maybe a firework display, reading "Congratulations! You killed It!". 

You were kind of underwhelmed when nothing even took place, until Eddie gasped. 

"Oh, wait." He pulled Stan's cap out from his pocket, holding it in front of him sadly. You felt that same rush of sorrow. "Couldn't forget about Stan... Again." He added as he dropped the cap in the fire. 

As the thing burned, Mike spoke up again. "Okay. Grab hands."

You did as you were told, grabbing both Bev and Bill's shaking hands. They both grip yours tightly, and you do the same. You faintly got deja vu from when you all stood in the field together, making a bloody promise to return if needed. 

Now you were finishing this mess.

"The Ritual of Chud." Mike explains. "It's a battle of wills. The first step was our reunion. The second was the gathering of tokens. This is the final step."

The whole group jumps when suddenly, the fire that held all your tokens went out.

"What the-"

Before Richie could finish, you saw a light suddenly appear above you. 

When you looked up, still gripping Bev and Bill's hands, your eyes landed on three lights, floating down from the now illuminated roof. It looked like the inside of It's mouth. 

The closer the lights got, and the longer you stared at them, you found yourself feeling weaker and nauseous. 

"The fuck is that?" Ben yelled, sounding just as terrified as you were. 

"Don't look at them!" Mike screamed back, and that was all you needed to hear. You flicked your head down, suddenly becoming aware of the sudden gust of wind that was blowing into your face. You didn't feel nauseous, nor weak anymore. You squeezed your eyes shut, shutting the world out.

"Are those the Deadlights?" Eddie yelled, and Mike repeated his phrase. 

"Don't look at them!" 

You didn't hear Eddie's response over the howl of the wind as the Deadlights came closer. 

"Turn light into dark. Turn light into dark. Say it!" Mike started chanting, and you followed his instructions without hesitation. You felt Bill's hand grip yours even tighter then before.

"Turn light into dark!" You began yelling with the others. 

Mike began chanting something in a native language you didn't understand as the panic chants around you grew louder, you're own voice amongst the yells.

"Turn light into dark- Mike, what's happening man?!" Richie screamed once you started to feel a pressure in front of you- almost like something was pushing you back. It reminded you of when you would try and push two opposite magnets together- the pressure between them pushing each other away.

"Keep chanting!" Mike screamed before continuing to chant in the different language. You followed his requests. 

Behind closed lids, you could faintly see glowing lights right in front of you- but you didn't dare open your eyes.

You continued screaming along with the rest of the group as suddenly, the lights started to fade, until they were no more. 

And suddenly, the pressure was gone, and the wind was too. There was an unusual silence other then the labored breathing coming from each of you.

You were still too petrified to open your eyes, though. 

"Turn light into dark. Turn light into dark." You heard Eddie's terrified voice continue yelling even though everything had stopped. "What happened? Is it working? Did we do it?"

You opened your eyes slowly, and took a glance at the scene around you. 

Mike was on one knee, holding the lid of the ritual box on it with both hands. The rest of the group was standing, terrified, and you were confused. Was it finally over? Had you won? 

You were sadly mistaken once you realized what the group was terrified about. The lid Mike was holding on the box was being pushed up by an unnaturally bright red balloon. 

"Mike, what's this, is this part of it?" You heard Richie's panicked voice, but you couldn't tear your eyes away from the sight in front of you.

"Keep chanting!" Mike begged as he worked to keep the balloon in the box, pushing the lid down with as much force as he could. But he was slipping. Terrified, you all began yelling again.

"Turn light into dark! Turn light into dark!"

You all continued to yell with panicking voices, but it was too late. The balloon expanded and expanded again until Mike couldn't hold it in anymore, and it exploded from the box. 

It began growing so big that you had to step backwards, and you felt Bill's hand drag you away from it and outside the spikes. 

As you both quickly climbed away from the growing balloon, Bill began running once you hit solid ground.

But just as before you reached a hiding place, you were thrown back and away from Bill by a deafening sound from behind you. 

The balloon had popped.

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a/n:
i don't think i did a very good job describing the black spikes- and if your truly interested in knowing what they look like if you haven't seen them already, i recommend you look up pictures or watch the movie yourselves. thank you :]