Okay, hello, howdy, hi, how ya doin'? Let's see here... Oh, yeah, guess what? This is gonna be a horror fic. A Gundam Wing/IT crossover. You know, Stephen Kings IT. I haven't read the book, only seen the movie, so things might be a bit different from the way they were in the book, but, then again, I'm not exactly rewriting the book or movie or anything, am I? I might not even mention anything from the movie at all. Well, whatever, anyways, I believe I shall now start the fic. Here's... Something ELSE....
Duo peered out the window of his car. "Derry? Never heard of it. But it's getting late, so we should probably stop for the night. What do you think, guys?" The other four gundam pilots agreed. "It's raining pretty hard, too. It could be dangerous out here. Especially considering the way you drive, Duo." Trowa commented. Duo glared at Trowa in the rear-view mirror. "I do NOT drive badly! You wanna see bad driving, let Heero drive. I don't care if this car can only go 120 miles an hour, Heero'd find a way to make it go a lot faster." Heero, who was sitting in the front next to Duo, punched him. "Heeeeey!! I'm driving! Don't hit me." Then the car entered the city limits of a small New England town called Derry.
"Hey, nice weather we're having, isn't it? Okay so it sucks. Anyways, we need some rooms." Duo informed the woman standing behind the counter of the motel they had entered. "I'm sorry, but we only have one room left." Duo turned towards the others. "Whaddya think?" The others reluctantly gave the okay to get the room. "Okay, we'll take the room." Duo took the key from the woman and then headed towards their room. "By the way, I get the bed." Duo said as he ran into the room and jumped onto the bed. "I don't think so. The bed is mine." Heero growled at him. "Nope, I claim this bed in the name of Duo Maxwell." Heero hit Duo again, but although he fell backwards, Duo managed to retain his space on the bed. "Don't do that anymore! It hurts! And besides, no matter what you say or do, the bed is mine."
Heero pulled out his gun and aimed it at Duos chest. "Get off of my bed or I'll shoot you." Duo thought carefully and then grinned. "If you don't let me have the bed, I'll destroy all of your spandex shorts. All of 'em. Every last one." Heero glared at Duo. "I don't care what you do to my spandex, I'm still getting the bed." Duos jaw fell in surprise and shock. "Wow, this bed must mean a lot to you if you're willing to give up your spandex for it. Well, I don't care, I'm still getting the bed." Heero gave an evil grin. "Well, if I don't get the bed, you'll wake up tomorrow with a lot less hair." Duo frowned. "You don't mean that you'd... You wouldn't cut my braid. You wouldn't dare to do soemthing that stupid, no matter how suicidal you are." Heero grabbed a pair of scissors that were conveniently placed nearby. "Yes I would." Duo jumped off the bed. "Come on, let's make a deal or something... Couldn't we just share the damn bed or something?" Heero thought it over. "If you stay on your side, I suppose." "Why wouldn't I? What are you saying? What did you mean by that?"
The Next Day...
Duo opened his eyes and glanced at the alarm clock he had brought with him. Crap! It's 1:30. I think I overslept a bit. Duo tried to get off the bed and stand up, but he was unable to. Something was stopping him from getting off the bed. Duo rolled over to see what was stopping him from standing up and found himself face to face with Heero, who was still asleep. "Well, looks like I'm not the only one who overslept." Duo realised that the reason he could stand up was that Heero was holding onto his braid. "Hey! Let go! Gimme my hair back!" Duo attempted to pry Heeros fingers from his braid, but was unsuccessful. "Heero! Wake up. Wake up and let go of my hair. Argh..." Duo thought of something. "Heero, I'm going to get rid of all of your spandex shorts..." Heero jumped up, grabbed his gun and aimed it at Duo. "I thought that'd work. Heero, could you PLEASE let go of my hair?" Heero saw that his left hand was gripping Duos braid tightly and quickly let go.
"Why'd you do that?" "Do what?" "Why did you have my braid?" "Don't know." Duo nodded his head. "All right then. By the way, you should probably put some clothes on." Heero glanced down and saw that he was not wearing any clothes. "What happened to my clothes?" Duo looked at Heero oddly. "What do you mean?" "I mean I was wearing my clothes when I went to sleep. Do you think I'd ever even consider sleeping in the same bed as you with my clothes off?" Duo shrugged his shoulders. "Well, if you didn't take your clothes off, why aren't you wearing them?" "That's what I want to know." Heero quickly turned to his right and saw a flash of brown hair in the bathroom. "That would have been my second guess." Heero ran into the bathroom. "Trowa, give me my clothes or I will kill you." Trowa frowned. "You need to lighten up a bit. And stop threatening to kill everyone." Trowa handed Heeros clothes back to him and left the bathroom.
When Heero came out, fully clothed once again, he glared at Trowa. "That was something I would have expected from Duo. Why'd you do it?" Trowa shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know. Seemed like a good idea at the time." Quatre opened the door to their room and entered. "Good mor... Well, good evening. I went and got some food for us. All I could find was McDonalds though." Quatre handed everyone a bag with an M on it. "Where is Wufei?" Quatre asked. "I don't know. I just woke up. Heero woke up after me, so he probably doesn't know either, which means that Trowa must know. Either that or nobody knows where he is and he's disappeared mysteriously never to be seen or heard from again. Or maybe he just went for a walk or something." "I don't know where he went either." Trowa said. Then Wufei walked through the door into the room.
"There's been a murder. A little girl was killed this morning. And apparently she's the seventh kid killed this month. From what I was told, kids all of a sudden started dying about three weeks ago." Wufei told the others. Quatre sat down on the bed and started crying. "That's so sad... We have to stop whoever's doing this before they kill again!" Trowa nodded his head. "I agree with Quatre. We should stop whoever's doing that. I can't stand the thought of some psycho running around killing kids." "I agree. It's simply injust. That's why I told you about it, I wanted to know if you'd be willing to help me stop the person responsible for these killings. What about you, Duo? Will you help?" Duo nodded his head. "Yeah. I can't say I like it much either, ya know?" Four pairs of eyes were then on Heero. "Heero? What about you?" There was a brief moment of silence before he spoke. "Of course I will. I won't let the bastard doing this hurt anyone else."
Heero immediately headed for the door. "Well? You coming or not?" Duo scratched his head. "Wow. You seem pretty anxious to get started." Heero turned his head back to the door. "I am. Now are you coming or not?" The other four followed after Heero out the room and downstairs. They saw a group of five people that looked to be about 70 walking in their direction. "Somehow it's back. I don't know how, I thought we destroyed it, but... It's back." A black male said to the others. "It's already killed 7. We have to stop it before it kills any others." Duo tapped the man on the shoulder as he pased by. "Uh, excuse me, but... You seem to know something about the murders. We want to stop the guy responsible for them, so... Is there anything you could tell us?" The man glanced around quickly. "Do you have a room here?"
The gundam pilots led the others to their room. "There isn't a person responsible for the killings. The thing responsible for them is exactly that; a thing." Quatre gave the man, who introduced himself as Mike, a puzzled look. "What do you mean by that?" Mike pulled a picture from his back pocket and unfolded it. "That's a clown." Mike shook his head. "No, this is not just a clown. This is Pennywise." Quatre took a close look at the picture. "Well, what's so special about that clown?" Mike shook his head. "That's exactly it. That is not a clown. That is IT. An evil... THING, something that has no physical form. It sleeps for thirty years, and then, every thirty years, it wakes up and takes physical form so it can feed." Then Trowa spoke. "What do you mean 'feed?'" "I mean it kills kids. That's how it feeds. It only kills kids though, because it can't hurt anyone unless they half believe. If they even slightly believe in it, it can kill them."
"So the thing killing all those kids has no physical form except for once every thirty years when it turns into a clown and kills anyone that believes in it?" Duo asked. Mike nodded his head. "Yes. We managed to defeat it twice before, but now I think we may be a bit old. And besides that, we can't remember anything about it. Soon after we fought it, we began losing our memories. Now the only reason we know anything about it is because of my journal that I kept." "Yeah, sure, whatever. Sorry, but I don't believe you." Duo said as he began typing something on Heeros laptop. "Duo? What are you doing to my computer?" Duo quickly closed the laptop. "Well, I wasn't creating a computer virus to wipe out the memory banks just to see how much it would annoy you or anything..."
Heero reached for his gun instinctively, but he stopped himself before he got to it. "Leave my computer alone or I'll..." Heero glanced at Trowa. "Right, no death threats. Fine. Leave my computer alone or I'll mortally wound you." Trowa sighed. "Well, I suppose it's an improvement..." Heero turned back towards Mike. "I'm afraid I don't believe you either." He said. Then the man who identified himself as Ben talked. "He's telling the truth. That thing is out there, and it will not hesitate to kill anyone who even considers stopping it." The woman who called herself Beverly and the moustached man named Richie nodded their heads in agreement. "They're right. IT is back to kill anyone and everyone it can. It's pure evil. You have to help us stop it." The man named Bill pleaded. "Please, for the sake of everyone in this town."
Once the gundam pilots had made it clear they didn't believe the five old people, they left the gundam pilots room. "I want to help, but a formless thing that changes into a clown to kill kids? That's just weird." Duo shook his head. "Those guys are crazy." Then he saw Quatre looking at him with a horrified expression on his face. "What? Okay, they aren't crazy, now stop looking at me like that!" Quatre pointed behind Duo, and Duo turned around. "Hello, Duo! Do you want a balloon? Well, here! Have a whole bunch of them!" The clown before Duo said. He waved at Duo and then disappeared in a flash of light. A large amount of balloons appeared in the room and popped, each of them spraying blood when they popped. "What the hell was that?!" Duo ran to the bathroom to clean the blood from his clothes. "Heero... That was the clown from the picture Mike showed us." Quatre said. "Do you think maybe he was right?"
To be continued...
Well, if ya liked it, review it. If you didn't like it, review it. If you couldn't care less either way, review it. If you want to publish one of my stories, you're crazy, but review it anyways. If you are a human being, review it! If you aren't human, review it! Just REVIEW IT! And now... Well, now for my famous line. Goodbye for now, people!
Duo peered out the window of his car. "Derry? Never heard of it. But it's getting late, so we should probably stop for the night. What do you think, guys?" The other four gundam pilots agreed. "It's raining pretty hard, too. It could be dangerous out here. Especially considering the way you drive, Duo." Trowa commented. Duo glared at Trowa in the rear-view mirror. "I do NOT drive badly! You wanna see bad driving, let Heero drive. I don't care if this car can only go 120 miles an hour, Heero'd find a way to make it go a lot faster." Heero, who was sitting in the front next to Duo, punched him. "Heeeeey!! I'm driving! Don't hit me." Then the car entered the city limits of a small New England town called Derry.
"Hey, nice weather we're having, isn't it? Okay so it sucks. Anyways, we need some rooms." Duo informed the woman standing behind the counter of the motel they had entered. "I'm sorry, but we only have one room left." Duo turned towards the others. "Whaddya think?" The others reluctantly gave the okay to get the room. "Okay, we'll take the room." Duo took the key from the woman and then headed towards their room. "By the way, I get the bed." Duo said as he ran into the room and jumped onto the bed. "I don't think so. The bed is mine." Heero growled at him. "Nope, I claim this bed in the name of Duo Maxwell." Heero hit Duo again, but although he fell backwards, Duo managed to retain his space on the bed. "Don't do that anymore! It hurts! And besides, no matter what you say or do, the bed is mine."
Heero pulled out his gun and aimed it at Duos chest. "Get off of my bed or I'll shoot you." Duo thought carefully and then grinned. "If you don't let me have the bed, I'll destroy all of your spandex shorts. All of 'em. Every last one." Heero glared at Duo. "I don't care what you do to my spandex, I'm still getting the bed." Duos jaw fell in surprise and shock. "Wow, this bed must mean a lot to you if you're willing to give up your spandex for it. Well, I don't care, I'm still getting the bed." Heero gave an evil grin. "Well, if I don't get the bed, you'll wake up tomorrow with a lot less hair." Duo frowned. "You don't mean that you'd... You wouldn't cut my braid. You wouldn't dare to do soemthing that stupid, no matter how suicidal you are." Heero grabbed a pair of scissors that were conveniently placed nearby. "Yes I would." Duo jumped off the bed. "Come on, let's make a deal or something... Couldn't we just share the damn bed or something?" Heero thought it over. "If you stay on your side, I suppose." "Why wouldn't I? What are you saying? What did you mean by that?"
The Next Day...
Duo opened his eyes and glanced at the alarm clock he had brought with him. Crap! It's 1:30. I think I overslept a bit. Duo tried to get off the bed and stand up, but he was unable to. Something was stopping him from getting off the bed. Duo rolled over to see what was stopping him from standing up and found himself face to face with Heero, who was still asleep. "Well, looks like I'm not the only one who overslept." Duo realised that the reason he could stand up was that Heero was holding onto his braid. "Hey! Let go! Gimme my hair back!" Duo attempted to pry Heeros fingers from his braid, but was unsuccessful. "Heero! Wake up. Wake up and let go of my hair. Argh..." Duo thought of something. "Heero, I'm going to get rid of all of your spandex shorts..." Heero jumped up, grabbed his gun and aimed it at Duo. "I thought that'd work. Heero, could you PLEASE let go of my hair?" Heero saw that his left hand was gripping Duos braid tightly and quickly let go.
"Why'd you do that?" "Do what?" "Why did you have my braid?" "Don't know." Duo nodded his head. "All right then. By the way, you should probably put some clothes on." Heero glanced down and saw that he was not wearing any clothes. "What happened to my clothes?" Duo looked at Heero oddly. "What do you mean?" "I mean I was wearing my clothes when I went to sleep. Do you think I'd ever even consider sleeping in the same bed as you with my clothes off?" Duo shrugged his shoulders. "Well, if you didn't take your clothes off, why aren't you wearing them?" "That's what I want to know." Heero quickly turned to his right and saw a flash of brown hair in the bathroom. "That would have been my second guess." Heero ran into the bathroom. "Trowa, give me my clothes or I will kill you." Trowa frowned. "You need to lighten up a bit. And stop threatening to kill everyone." Trowa handed Heeros clothes back to him and left the bathroom.
When Heero came out, fully clothed once again, he glared at Trowa. "That was something I would have expected from Duo. Why'd you do it?" Trowa shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know. Seemed like a good idea at the time." Quatre opened the door to their room and entered. "Good mor... Well, good evening. I went and got some food for us. All I could find was McDonalds though." Quatre handed everyone a bag with an M on it. "Where is Wufei?" Quatre asked. "I don't know. I just woke up. Heero woke up after me, so he probably doesn't know either, which means that Trowa must know. Either that or nobody knows where he is and he's disappeared mysteriously never to be seen or heard from again. Or maybe he just went for a walk or something." "I don't know where he went either." Trowa said. Then Wufei walked through the door into the room.
"There's been a murder. A little girl was killed this morning. And apparently she's the seventh kid killed this month. From what I was told, kids all of a sudden started dying about three weeks ago." Wufei told the others. Quatre sat down on the bed and started crying. "That's so sad... We have to stop whoever's doing this before they kill again!" Trowa nodded his head. "I agree with Quatre. We should stop whoever's doing that. I can't stand the thought of some psycho running around killing kids." "I agree. It's simply injust. That's why I told you about it, I wanted to know if you'd be willing to help me stop the person responsible for these killings. What about you, Duo? Will you help?" Duo nodded his head. "Yeah. I can't say I like it much either, ya know?" Four pairs of eyes were then on Heero. "Heero? What about you?" There was a brief moment of silence before he spoke. "Of course I will. I won't let the bastard doing this hurt anyone else."
Heero immediately headed for the door. "Well? You coming or not?" Duo scratched his head. "Wow. You seem pretty anxious to get started." Heero turned his head back to the door. "I am. Now are you coming or not?" The other four followed after Heero out the room and downstairs. They saw a group of five people that looked to be about 70 walking in their direction. "Somehow it's back. I don't know how, I thought we destroyed it, but... It's back." A black male said to the others. "It's already killed 7. We have to stop it before it kills any others." Duo tapped the man on the shoulder as he pased by. "Uh, excuse me, but... You seem to know something about the murders. We want to stop the guy responsible for them, so... Is there anything you could tell us?" The man glanced around quickly. "Do you have a room here?"
The gundam pilots led the others to their room. "There isn't a person responsible for the killings. The thing responsible for them is exactly that; a thing." Quatre gave the man, who introduced himself as Mike, a puzzled look. "What do you mean by that?" Mike pulled a picture from his back pocket and unfolded it. "That's a clown." Mike shook his head. "No, this is not just a clown. This is Pennywise." Quatre took a close look at the picture. "Well, what's so special about that clown?" Mike shook his head. "That's exactly it. That is not a clown. That is IT. An evil... THING, something that has no physical form. It sleeps for thirty years, and then, every thirty years, it wakes up and takes physical form so it can feed." Then Trowa spoke. "What do you mean 'feed?'" "I mean it kills kids. That's how it feeds. It only kills kids though, because it can't hurt anyone unless they half believe. If they even slightly believe in it, it can kill them."
"So the thing killing all those kids has no physical form except for once every thirty years when it turns into a clown and kills anyone that believes in it?" Duo asked. Mike nodded his head. "Yes. We managed to defeat it twice before, but now I think we may be a bit old. And besides that, we can't remember anything about it. Soon after we fought it, we began losing our memories. Now the only reason we know anything about it is because of my journal that I kept." "Yeah, sure, whatever. Sorry, but I don't believe you." Duo said as he began typing something on Heeros laptop. "Duo? What are you doing to my computer?" Duo quickly closed the laptop. "Well, I wasn't creating a computer virus to wipe out the memory banks just to see how much it would annoy you or anything..."
Heero reached for his gun instinctively, but he stopped himself before he got to it. "Leave my computer alone or I'll..." Heero glanced at Trowa. "Right, no death threats. Fine. Leave my computer alone or I'll mortally wound you." Trowa sighed. "Well, I suppose it's an improvement..." Heero turned back towards Mike. "I'm afraid I don't believe you either." He said. Then the man who identified himself as Ben talked. "He's telling the truth. That thing is out there, and it will not hesitate to kill anyone who even considers stopping it." The woman who called herself Beverly and the moustached man named Richie nodded their heads in agreement. "They're right. IT is back to kill anyone and everyone it can. It's pure evil. You have to help us stop it." The man named Bill pleaded. "Please, for the sake of everyone in this town."
Once the gundam pilots had made it clear they didn't believe the five old people, they left the gundam pilots room. "I want to help, but a formless thing that changes into a clown to kill kids? That's just weird." Duo shook his head. "Those guys are crazy." Then he saw Quatre looking at him with a horrified expression on his face. "What? Okay, they aren't crazy, now stop looking at me like that!" Quatre pointed behind Duo, and Duo turned around. "Hello, Duo! Do you want a balloon? Well, here! Have a whole bunch of them!" The clown before Duo said. He waved at Duo and then disappeared in a flash of light. A large amount of balloons appeared in the room and popped, each of them spraying blood when they popped. "What the hell was that?!" Duo ran to the bathroom to clean the blood from his clothes. "Heero... That was the clown from the picture Mike showed us." Quatre said. "Do you think maybe he was right?"
To be continued...
Well, if ya liked it, review it. If you didn't like it, review it. If you couldn't care less either way, review it. If you want to publish one of my stories, you're crazy, but review it anyways. If you are a human being, review it! If you aren't human, review it! Just REVIEW IT! And now... Well, now for my famous line. Goodbye for now, people!