A/N: Hello reader! I am terribly sorry for the people who had read the chapter before I changed the dates. I did not know this until now, but the last chapter was supposed to be September 15th, 1985 with one week later instead of one month in October. I apologize because it was honestly my fault for not noticing. I'm going to try and update it, so please enjoy this to forgive me. Enjoy.

The Nightmare

Bill hadn't really changed that much since a few weeks ago. His hair still a reddish brown that was an angular cut. His worn, summer clothes still being used through the changing season that summer was coming to an end. His face looking almost as when he was younger whenever he slept, his red cheeks softly burning by the coldness of the room. He slept in his bed, cuddling to his only blanket as the cold air lurked in the room.

His mother always liked the cold than the house being hot, but he couldn't argue about it that much because he was never in the house usually. Whenever he could he tried to not be in the house at all since the death of his brother, his parents have been abandoning him, not literally of course. It had been eleven months since Georgie died.

The house had not been the same as it was with Georgie in it. His mother and father never wanted him in Georgie's room because he would mess the room up. There would only be silence in the dining room for dinner, hearing the sounds of the silverware and glass plates that Georgie would break on accident and no one would speak. He would always quickly eat his food before going upstairs into his room, wishing that he was back. There wasn't the liveliness of his house without Georgie.

While he slept, his phone on his nightstand began to ring, alerting him from his sleep. He whimpered, waking from his slumber as he used his hand to find the phone. His fingers gently grazing over the phone before he grabbed it. He put the phone in his ear, wanting to go back to sleep, but knew he wouldn't. "He-Hello, wh-who is th-this?" He muttered sleepily.

"Bill?" A small voice cried out, worry laced in their conversation as the voice spoke. Bill knew who this was. This was Will.

"Ye-Yeah i-it's m-me," Bill replied, sitting up on the bed as he lead on the board of his bed. "A-Are you ok-okay?"

"I need you to come here, please. I had another one," Will called out in a whisper, almost like he was going to cry, but Bill knew what to do.

"I'll b-be there i-in t-ten min-minutes," Bill replied quietly, quickly getting out of the bed while he held the pale blue phone. "Do n-not leave th-the house,"

"I know," Will whispered.

And then Bill heard the phone call end. The ringing low sound echoing in his ears as he quickly put the phone back in it's place and sighed. He got out of bed, feel the cold wooden floor touch his pale, naked feet. He shivered, quickly standing up as he went to his dresser.

He quickly changed into some clothes, just some pants and his long sleeved flannel that he didn't care to tuck in. He didn't really care about his appearance that much because he would most likely come back to his house at around six in the morning. He didn't really know what time it actually was, but it wasn't something he cared about right now. Will needed him right now and that was his goal.

Will had been getting a lot of nightmares since he had come back and whenever he did, Bill was the first one Will would call. Will had told Bill everything that happened in the sewers. How he had met the man and the monster that had touched him before he had dropped the lighter.

Bill quietly walked out of his room and downstairs, hoping that his parents wouldn't wake up by his sudden leave. The darkness was the only thing he saw in the living room as the moon glowed faint rays through the windows. The home almost seemed calm in the night, but it also disturbed Bill because the house was always silent, always calm with grief. He let out a deep breath before he grabbed his keys and left the house without looking back.

He opened the door, his eyes looking outside as he saw that clouds were rolling towards Derry. Was there going to be a storm soon? He thought inside his head, stepping outside in the warm air.

He closed the door, locking it with his silver, spare key before heading towards his bike that leaned on the garage door. His bike was something that he had bought by himself when he was eleven, which was too tall for him then, but he had no complaints.

This was Silver, his trusty bike that he would yell "Hi ho Silver away!" and always spoke it without a stutter whenever he went down a hill. He loved his bike, more than most of the boys in the Losers' Club. He grabbed his bike, quickly getting on it before he left his house that was once his home. He would never call his house his home, not unless his little brother was there with them.

002

Bill quickly biked towards Will's house as the moon was beginning to disappear in the west. He quickly saw the small house with no lights on, except for the light in the living room. He slowly got off his bike, laying his bike on the edge of the porch before he went up the went up the wooden stairs that entered to the home of the Byers.

The Byers home was a place that Bill did believe was becoming to be his home. Will's family was very kind to him, even with his stutter. Also, his mother, Ms. Byers, believed that being Will's friend was the best thing for Will, believing that he could trust someone that wasn't his childhood friends was a good thing. Bill never saw Jonathan that much because he was either in his room or working and whenever Bill saw him, Jonathan tried to be out of the picture maybe to not bring any attention towards them.

He gently knocked the door, trying not to wake the others as he let out a deep breath. He heard footsteps come to the door and someone fiddling with the lock before the door swung open to reveal Will Byers.

Every time Bill had looked at how horrible Will was whenever he had seen him. Will's hair was messy through sleeping in bed, nothing like the straight bowl-cut he usually saw while his bangs covered the scar the Will always tried to hide. His eyes were red and puffy, filled with the tears that spilled his face and down his cheeks. He wore his pajamas, just a gray sweatshirt and striped blue pants covering his white socks. Bill felt bad for Will with these nightmares, every time he saw Will this bad, he wished he could try and make it better.

Will moved shyly away as he opened the door more so Bill could come in. Bill quietly walked in and instantly smelled the smell that he always liked from the Byers home. The smell was of smoke and ginger, sometimes with a hint of bacon by the morning breakfast and from Will's mother anxious smoke. The two went towards the couch, a small, brown thing that was comfortable to sit on if you were waiting hours for something. Will nervously fiddled with his hands, his eyes looking over at the coffee table.

"So, wh-what ha-happened in your d-dream?" Bill asked quietly, his eyes showing worry as he stared at the small boy who sat next to him. Will looked back at him before he looked back at the coffee table.

Will let out a deep breath before he began. "I was back in the sewers, alone, just like when I went missing, but I was running," His breathing began to become faster than normal. "There was the voice of the Mind Flayer from behind and he was coming closer,"

"W-What did th-the Mind Fl-Flayer say?" Bill asked quietly. The Mind Flayer is what Will had called It, the monster that had attacked him. Will always had a name for when he was there. The children he called the Lost Children and he called the man that attacked him first was the Demogorgen, which was the first monster Will had met. He only told Bill this because if he told anyone else, he would go straight to therapy for what he saw, but Bill believed Will to some degree. He did not believe that he saw Georgie, but he did believe he saw It and the Lost Children.

"He said that he will kill us all," Will quickly whispered, his eyes filling with tears. "He said that we cannot stop him. Then, I.. I went into a large place that had webs of children on the ceiling and I.. I saw you and.. Mike.. and.. you were dead.. He killed you..." That was all Will spoke of before he bursted into tears, sobbing quietly as he was filled with sadness and pain.

Bill wrapped an arm around Will before hugging him, Will's head laid onto Bill's chest while his tears stained Bill's shirt. His body fitting close to Bill's. Bill closed his eyes, rubbing Will's back while he cried. Bill had known to do this by his mother whenever Georgie had cried when he was younger.

"It's okay, Will," Bill said softly. "Y-You're g-going to be o-okay," His voice calm and quiet as he rubbed Will's back with his hand. Will had sobbed for five minutes, turning into quiet sniffles. Bill's shirt was soaked by Will's tears, holding Will's body close to him as he hugged Will.

"No it isn't," Will mumbled, his eyes looking down before looking back up at Bill. "They won't stop. . . And he keeps taunting me and hurting my friends in my dreams," He said before sobbing again. "I'm terrified to even call you because you might be dead,"

"I-I'm n-not dead, W-Will," Bill admitted, gently grabbing his hand just like when they had held hands to comfort each other at the hospital. "I-I-I will al-always be here for you, Wi-Will," Bill replied softly.

Will nodded, his eyes weakly opening as he looked at Bill. Will looked tired, ready to fall asleep like a small toddler after a fit. Will closed his eyes, leaning on Bill's shoulder as they stayed quiet for a while. Will lifted his head up as he sniffled, wiping his tears with his sweatshirt. "I'm sorry for being such a mess," Will said softly, his eyes looking down at the ground.

Bill looked at Will with a sad smile. "W-Will, I'm a-a m-mess too," He whispered. Will's head moved up, clearly interested in Bill's reasoning that he was a mess, his expression showing sadness and disbelief. "A l-lot of pe-people are messed up l-like us and th-that's okay and w-whoever th-this person i-is, you s-shouldn't be af-afraid o-of him,"

Tears fell down Will's cheeks as Will looked at him. What he said meant the world to him that he wasn't some weird person. He wasn't Zombie Boy. He wasn't the Boy Who Came Back to Life. "Thank you, Bill," Will whispered. "I don't know what I'd do if you weren't here,"

"M-Me too," Bill replied softly, a smile forming on his lips.

Will's mouth did not smile as he looked at Bill's eyes before he looked down. "Bill, but I saw him,"

"Wh-What do y-you m-mean?" Bill asked, his eyes looking at Will with worry. "You've always seen him,"

"I saw his silhouette," Will whispered. "I. . . I saw who he really is,"

"T-Then wh-what is h-he?" Bill asked softly.

Will sighed, his lips trembling as he looked down. "It's a clown," He whispered. "I know it's sounds crazy, but he is,"

Bill stayed quiet, not really knowing what to say. This was an abnormal thing for a killer to look like, especially the killer who might have killed Georgie, but why a clown? Why would a clown be in the sewers and go off killing kids? That seemed like nothing for what a clown to do. . . Unless it was a serial killer who only killed kids and ripped a kids fucking arm off with the strength of a gorilla. "A-A cl-clown?" Bill questioned softly.

"Y-Yeah," Will stuttered almost like Bill did. "I-It almost seemed like the clown at the carnival when my friends and I had gone there alone in third grade,"

Bill's eyes widened in shock, remembering that is what Mike had told them one month ago when their friendship between the AV and Losers' Club connected. He had told them about how that the clown had waved his hand at him and wanted him to come closer to the boy, but he couldn't. Also how the red balloon began to move closer towards Mike, almost going towards the projector.

"H-Holy sh-shit," Bill swore under his breath, making Will's head immediately go up towards Bill.

"What?" Will asked in confusion.

"M-Mike s-saw th-the s-same cl-clown w-when h-he w-was in M-Mr. Cl-Clarke's cl-class wh-when w-we t-talked a-about the f-fight or fl-flight r-response," Bill was stuttering more than he used to because he was so anxious and trying to explain it quickly, but was failing.

Will's face turned pale at the response, his eyes wide with fear. "W-What?" He asked.

"Y-Yeah," Bill said. "He said he heard the clown in the projector talking to him,"

"This. . . This isn't good," Will said softly.

"I k-know," Bill replied. "If this is true, what is he then?"

"I don't know, but he's a monster," Will whispered.

There was silence between the two as they both looked away from each other, the silence consuming their voices. The only thing that could be heard was the sound of the washing machine turning from the distance.

"I don't think I'll be able to sleep tonight," Will said softly, averting his gaze towards Bill.

Bill looked over at Will with sympathy before he spoke. "I-If y-you w-want, I c-could st-stay here,"

"Are you sure?" Will asked.

"Yeah, it's wh-what fr-friends d-do ri-right?" Bill asked with a faint smile.

Will softly smiled at Bill and chuckled. "Yeah," He replied.

The two sat next to each other on the couch for hours before morning would begin. They both laid their heads on the rest of the couch before saying goodnight, staying close to each other while the night was beginning to end. Jonathan and Joyce would find the two fast asleep on the couch with their heads tilted towards them while they slept peacefully, not knowing of the horrors that they had just talked that night.