So. . . I've been in a huge writing mood lately. Considering that I've had major writer's block over the past couple of years, I find this to be awesome. Hopefully it won't come back with a vengeance any time soon.
Not long after Chapter One was released, I began writing an IT fic. Sadly, I never made it past the first chapter. I thought that it was yet another story that wasn't meant to be. But then I came across Floating on Air. I fell in love with it and soon found the motivation to pick up where I left off. I'm tired of thinking and not doing. So, here is me doing! Will it be good? Bad? Average? I have no idea. The only thing I know is that I'm having a blast writing it.
The fic will contain an OC named Kimmy Hanscom. She's Ben's older sister by two years. She'll be introduced in the next chapter. This chapter, which will serve as the prologue, will focus on IT, the Turtle, and the Other.
I wanted to incorporate the novel and miniseries into my story, something that Floating on Air has done, as well. (Side Note: go read Winchestergirl123's IT fic. Seriously. It's amazing.) I also plan to add some twists and turns that are not seen in the 2017 film.
Seeing as this is a horror film, the rating will be M.
So far, the warnings include: abuse, death, strong language, violence, and gore. More will be added latter on, which will happen around Chapter Two. That being said, the prologue includes the death of a young child. Please read with caution.
I'll be taking some creative liberties throughout the fic, which can be seen a little bit in this chapter. If that's not something you are into, that's alright. If it is, I hope you enjoy what I have for this fandom :)
Before we begin, I want to thank two wonderful people: my mom and Winchestergirl123. They are the ones who helped make this story possible.
My mom helped me polish the prologue, which I greatly appreciate. Though it made me anxious to have her read my fic, I am thankful to have someone as lovely as her. (Thank you, Mama, for being honest with me.) To Winchestergirl123: I want to thank you for giving me your input and for pointing my story in the right direction. Your advice and encouragement gave me the push I needed to dive back in to the world of writing. Thank you, thank you, thank you.
Disclaimer: I am not Stephen King. Thus, I do not own IT in any way, shape, or form.
IT awoke to the sound of anguished cries; the perfect alarm. For twenty-seven years, IT had slept within the rancid sewers of Derry, Maine. It was the ultimate dwellings for something that thrived off of fear and immense pain. ITs mouth drooled from starvation, which dripped onto damp cement. Wanting to know where the delectable noise had come from, ITs mind began to focus on its source.
From ITs nest, IT could hear the cries of a boy. The rush of terror that the child possessed hit IT full force, making IT giggle with glee.
Tasty, tasty fear!
IT could sense the piercing sensation that radiated off of the boy's body. An overheated space heater, ready to catch fire. With each hit he took from his stepfather's unforgiving hammer, he begged for mercy. "Stop it," he squeaked. "Stop it, Daddy. I'm sorry. I love you."
Not long after he gave this desperate plea, the boy began to greatly weaken. And then, with a final, shallow breath, his short life came to an end. IT imagined the blood that trickled from his head, a violent red laced with gore and the oh so sweet scent of horror. How IT longed to slurp it up, to feel its warmth beneath ITs tongue. Even the image of the boy's stepfather shrieking at ITs clown form made IT shiver with delight.
Once he realized what he had done, a cry of shock came from the boy's stepfather. His fists trembled as his gaze focused on the pools of blood that crept across his kitchen floor. It was this glistening substance that had condemned him to hell itself. Had the stepfather been alone, IT would have most likely gone after him first. Though IT did eat adults, IT preferred the flesh of children. They believed in anything they laid their innocent sight upon. The younger ITs victims were, the easier they were to frighten.
IT also discovered the sobs of another boy, one who wasn't much older than the child who had passed on. The guilt he felt for hiding in his room as his little brother suffered ate away at his heart beautifully.
"I'm sorry, Dorey. I'm so, so sorry," he whispered, tears trickling down his ashen cheeks.
The hunger IT felt intensified, screaming at IT to begin ITs killings. To take a bite of his delicious treat known as Eddie Corcoran. IT decided that IT deserved a nice feast, one that reeked of juicy torment.
IT, knowing that IT had much work to do, shifted from ITs true form into that of Pennywise the Dancing Clown. IT shook with familiarity as ITs body finished morphing, relishing ITs changed shape. IT chuckled, a sound that resemble haunting bells, as IT began to put ITs plan into action.
Time to float.
From another part of the multiverse, Maturin watched as IT awoke. In the past, the Turtle had been restrained during ITs year-long feedings. There had been little that the Turtle could have done, leaving the fate of ITs victims in their own hands. Silence and solitude was how Maturin preferred to spend its existence. It preferred to remain within its shell, hidden away from those who would otherwise bother it.
And yet. . . .
"It seems our friend has finished their slumber," remarked the Other.
The Turtle, more than ready to return to its slumber, blinked in response. This wasn't the first time the lesser cosmic being had terrorized Derry. Nor was it the first time the survivors to preferred to forget than remember. Maturin could not fault the humans for pretending as if nothing happened, to not want to face the truth. A creature that took their young and haunted their dreams was enough to drive any mortal mad.
"What woke IT this time?" asked the Turtle.
"The murder of a boy named Dorsey Corcoran. It would appear that the quick burial his stepfather did led to our friend's first meal."
IT did tend to hibernate until a catastrophic tragedy occurred. But there were also events of a lesser degree that were enough to pull IT from ITs slumber. To say that the murder, one that had not been caused by the doing of IT, of Dorsey was gruesome enough to do just that. . . . Maturin closed its gaze in sympathy for the life that had been snuffed out. And for the lives that would soon follow Dorsey's lead. Many had perished to satiate ITs hunger and cruel games. If only IT could exist without the need for the suffering of others. Then, maybe then, they wouldn't have to worry about IT upsetting the balance of the macroverse.
"Perhaps we should keep a close watch on them."
"As we always have," the Turtle pointed out. "But can we damn IT for listening to ITs instincts?"
Though the Turtle did not agree with ITs killings, it did respect IT - only holding a higher regard for Gan. The three, though in possession of different levels of power, were one in the same. They were individual parts of a whole, greater presence.
It wasn't as if the Turtle wished to ignore the gory events that were soon to come. Maturin, after all, did vomit the universe that the humans inhabited. There was a fondness it held for its creation. It was the only place that the Other had little to no doing in bringing into existence.
Because of this, the Turtle did what it could to look after those who found misery during ITs horrible reign .
"No. We can not," agreed Gan. "But it is important that we make sure our friend is kept in check. The less lives IT takes, the better. Besides," - Gan paused, peaking the Turtle's interest - "I have a feeling that ITs time is soon coming to a close."
The Turtle closed its eyes, focusing its sight upon what the Other had seen: children, eight of them, brought together during a lifechanging summer. Their lights, bright as the sun, forming into a powerful force. Their past, present, and future blurred into a singular - yet separate - moment. The gift they held inside of themselves, something that would surpass an infinity, filled its mind.
Such a wondrous talent.
But they were also young, tiptoeing the line between childhood and adulthood. They needed someone to guide them. To watch over them as they grew into the people they were destined to become.
"It would appear so," the Turtle hummed. "How great a burden they must carry."
"All must meet their fate, no matter how heavy it may be."
Maturin peeked at Gan. "So if they perish before their biggest battle. . . ."
A heaviness settled upon the all-powerful beings, and the dread of what could come to pass flashed before their mind's eye.
"Our friend will win," - added the Other - "and will continue ITs feedings until your universe comes to an end."
So. . . . That was the prologue. It was fun writing from the perspective of IT and the Turtle. I would like to write from the Other's perspective at some point, but I'm not quite sure if that's a for sure thing.
If the Turtle or the Other seemed out of character, I apologize. I wanted to take a closer look at what happened behind the scenes. I should mention that I haven't read the Dark Tower series (which is where the Other/Gan is from), nor have I finished reading IT yet. Aside from the miniseries and film, my main source material is the IT wiki site. I'm hoping to have read all of IT before Chapter Two comes out, seeing as it would help make Bright more faithful to King's work.
For those who have not read the novel, Dorsey is a minor character in it. It's also where his plea is from. I did intentionally have Eddie call him Dorey, in case if any of you thought I accidentally misspelled his name.
(Side note: I wanted to incorporate The Film Theorists' theory on how the Losers Club all have the ability to Shine. If you would like to watch the video they made, it's titled "Film Theory: IT - Pennywise's Greatest Fear." I highly recommend it.)
I'll try to have the first chapter up as soon as possible.