IT

If It had a member of the loser club It enjoyed tormenting the most, that child would be Eddie. The boy was very highly strung, with a very anxious temperament and as soon as the boy had reacted the way he had when It had disguised Itself as a Leper the demon decided It quite enjoyed tormenting Eddie for the reactions. The boy was emotive, jumpy and fearful and of all the times It had the boy in Its clutches the boy had expressed so much beautiful fear. Sure Billy boy was fun to torment too, the boys façade would melt as soon as It took the form of his younger brother, Georgie. Poor sweet little Georgie who must have been taught about predators but was unable to recognise them and regardless if he had ran away that night, It would have claimed him.

It was a predator, in fact the word "predator" didn't even come close to describing the entity, and now It was hiding behind Eddies cupboard, the boy was delightful and would make a great lure to trap the rest of the group. It had followed the group here, the boy copped an angry tirade from his mother when he arrived home, his friends copped the blame for Eddie breaking his arm. Little did she know that It was responsible for breaking poor little Eddies arm, appearing as a leper behind Eddie and causing the boy to faint into a gap in the ceiling, breaking his arm on the table on the way down. The entity relished in the pain of the boy as well as the pain of the friends who blamed themselves for Eddies injuries.

It wanted to really relish in Eddies torment, approaching him as slowly as possible, causing the boy emotional and psychological pain as he did so and the way the boy had cried, beautiful delicious tears of fear. The boy had even tried to slap him, a hilarious and cute attempt considering he never stood a chance. Now It waited for Eddie to let his guard down, his mother had locked him in the room unaware of how easily she was going to put her soon in Its grip.

Eddie

Eddie could only sit on his bed and cry, he needed his friends more than ever, his mother had lectured him and made him cry, guilt tripping him for the death of his father, somehow him breaking his arm years after his father passed away made him responsible for the death of his father.

Who knew?

Eddie thought to himself, his mother had locked him in his room as punishment and to "think about" what he had done and all this did was cause the boy to feel like a caged animal. He knew instinctively that his mother was emotionally abusive, had been psychologically abusing him his entire life really, it was all he knew. His arm really hurt, he didn't think he was going to sleep tonight because the trauma from only a few hours ago was still fresh in his mind.

"The only person I want right now is Richie, the way he held my face before... It was nice.. Why does he touch me like that? Why does he tease me the way he does, he's a little shit but he doesn't tease others as much as he teases me." He thought out loud, unaware of the fact that It was in his closet.

He remembered as the clown slowly advanced on him, the leper, breaking his arm, the clown in his face, drooling over him, laughing at him, mocking his crying and opening that horrible mouth to reveal shark like fangs, glowing yellow lights at the back of Its jaw. How was this thing even alive? This creature didn't exist to Eddie a few years ago, so how does it exist now?

Eddie was lost in his thoughts when he heard a POP noise come from his cupboard, he wheezed. He was feeling hyper vigilant after the events at Neibolt house and he really didn't want to think about the possibility that the clown was in his room. His blood turned to ice when he heard that familiar chuckle come from behind his cupboard, the cupboard door opened to reveal the clown, standing there and grinning at Eddie.

"Hello Eds" the clown said quietly, Its eyes not leaving Eddies. Eddie sprinted for the door, his asthma coming on, or was it a panic attack? He really wasn't sure any more, he just knew that the clown was going to kill him and he had to get the fuck out of there, and depending on how long the clown was there for, It may have heard some personal information about him that could be used against him, his friends, Richie... He couldn't breathe as the tall clown grinned at him, revealing those horrible teeth,

Eddie screamed at the top of his lungs, banging on the door. Why did she had to lock the door!? His medication and puffer was on the other side, she was in possession of his medication and had sent him upstairs as soon as he got home and he expected to be locked up there for another few hours. "Mum!Please!You have to let me out!" She yelled something back and he couldn't make it out but her tone was not nice and she did not open the door, of course, she only loved him when he took his medication as she requested.

I cant breathe... I cant... Fuck... Why did she have to lock the door!?

Eddie spun around, the clown was right in his face, grinning at him as a little drool dripped onto Eddies trousers. "Why are you so scared Eds, I will look after you.. Look at you trying to breathe..." The clown went to pinch Eddies cheek playfully and Eddie found himself trying to hit the clowns hand away. The clowns hand wrapping around Eddies throat, the boy coughed and splattered and blacked out from the fear.

Before Eddie passed out, he saw Richie in his mind. Richie with his big mouth, obnoxious but endearing personality, bright shirts, dark hair and big glasses that framed his face.

Richie

Richie woke up, it was two in the morning and he woke with a start, he had a dream that Eddie had been taken by the clown and that he had been too late to stop him. Richie ran a hand through his messy hair, his heart rate was through the room and his hair was damp by the sweat induced by his nightmare. Richie reflected on the events that had occurred earlier on the day before. He remembered that horrible house, he didn't even want to go in there and fucking Bill. fucking stuttering Bill had gave some long winded speech about facing the demon. To his surprise Eddie also volunteered to go in, so it was just the three of them going in to hunt down that fucking clown.

He had no idea what they were going to be up against, he wasn't expecting to find a missing photo of himself in a giant spider web that had freaked him the fuck out. He had come across Betty Ripson hanging from the ceiling behind one of the doors that It had left for them in what must have been some kind of sick joke as they searched for Eddie. At one point, that fucking clown had lured him into a room full of clowns (he fucking hates clowns, especially the one who almost killed Eddie) and taunted him with a coffin with maggots crawling over a dead Richie's face. The clown had screamed as It lunged at him and Richie barely scraped out alive. He remembered the acid on the floor coming towards them, how Bill had tried to calm him down and reassure him that none of it was real.

Richie knew damn well that everything was real because he had felt the spider web, he had touched that missing poster, he had felt the clowns in that room and he had closed the coffin lid on the corpse of himself.

It was all real. Everything was real. The clown about to eat Eddie was fucking real, the fact Eddie has broken his arm and now his Mum is holding him hostage again means that everything was real. Fucking hell Bill.

He really didn't want to see Bill again, seriously, fuck that kid for punching him out like that.

He hoped that Eddie would leave his mother one day, Eddie was stronger than he thought he was and Richie knew that he was. The trouble was that Eddie was brought up being told that he was weak, and as a result Eddie came to believe this about himself.

He thought about Eddie, the pain in his eyes, his screams as the clown had come way too close to taking his life and screaming as they searched for him in the house. The feral look of fear on Eddies face, the way he had screamed "do not fucking touch me" prior to Eddie snapping his arm back into place. He felt bad now, especially that he didn't really know that such a movement would cause Eddie even more unnecessary pain and that Eddie did not consent to being touched by Richie, or by that clown. He had touched Eddies face, it was instinctive but he wasn't sure why he felt a warm tingle as he cupped the boys face, for a moment he saw in the boys eyes that he had almost forgot the pain and the fear that he felt, that perhaps it was them both in that moment.

Richie picked up his brick of a phone and called Eddie, the worst thing that could happen was that Eddie would pick up and grumble about him. He wanted to speak to Eddie, to make sure that he was ok.

That was when as Eddie answered, the voice did not actually belong to Eddie and Richie almost vomited when he heard that voice again.

"Beep beep Richie! AHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAA"

Richie reached for a bucket in his room and hurled, the clowns deafening laughter still ringing in his ears as the worst case scenarios ran through his head.

It has Eddie, It has killed Eddie.

Eddie

Eddie came to, he came to the conclusion that he was lying in cold dirty water, the smell of the sewer, germs. He recounted his last memory, the clown had been hiding in his room, his mother had locked him in with the clown and now he was here, lying in the gross sewers and on the edge of a panic attack.

Eddie reached for his fanny pack, only to remember that his mother had his medication and his puffer back at home, and he doubted that the clown cared enough about his wellbeing to pick up his medicine for him. His head was spinning as he got up, he was feeling faint, was it possible the water he had been lying in was making him sick?

Eddie stood up, looking around and he gave a yelp as he felt a hand ruffle his hair. It was the clown, the clown was playing with his hair with a rough hand. The gesture didn't seem too cruel until Eddie realized that the clown was rubbing debris from the sewer into his hair and now he wondered what germs were in the sewers.

"Please let me go. I need my medicine. Please. It's really hard to breathe and I probably wont be a good meal if I pick up all these germs."

It was bullshit logic but Eddie had to try. He needed his medication, if it wasn't for his mother locking him in his room he would still have his medicine and not be in this situation, now he wasn't sure he was going to see Richie again.

The clown laughed and shoved Eddie backwards into the cold sewer water and laughed in his face as he flinched. "Don't worry Eds, I'll look after you, you're like a little baby. I need to look after you, don't I?" The clown giggled in his face, Eddie started to cry and the clown started to mock his crying again, as he did in the house in Neibolt street but twice as louder and mocking.

"Waaaaahhh booo hoooo hoooo. Wahhhhhh. Boooo hoooo hoooooo hoooooo" the clown mocked Eddies crying, causing Eddie to cry even harder, trying to push the clown away but the clown just pinched his cheek painfully and mocked him even more. "Booo hooo hooo."

Eddie could only cry, his cries being drowned out by the loud horrible taunting of the clown.

Help me Richie