AN: Hello everyone, and welcome back to Part 2 of the Loser's Club! The story will now continue with the South Park kids as adults now. Unfortunately no one participated in my poll so I will have to decide their jobs for myself :( I'm not going to post a chapter just describing their professions, it will slowly be described throughout the story. This part will definitely be longer than the first, just like the movies. I'm sure some of you will be unhappy with who everyone ended up with, at least in the beginning. Everything is subject to change! As always, PM me or leave a review if you have any suggestions. Enjoy!

(Warning: LOTS of cursing, mentions of abusive relationship)

Token POV - 2047

(1 pm Tuesday)

27 years.

27 years had passed since that fateful year, or rather, a few months that took South Park for a loop. Sure, everyone was used to the usual strangeness that plagued the town, but the fact that no adult took notice and children were dying? My friends and their siblings were dying? It was hard to believe.

Since then, we all graduated high school and seemingly went our separate ways. Personally, I haven't heard from anyone for ten years, not since we all got together one afternoon and got totally wasted (Hey, it was legal we were almost 30!). Well, not everyone. Butters moved away to live with his aunt in New York a few months after...It happened. Remember, he killed his dad. His mother was deemed as unfit and honestly she was pretty messed up. Not only from living with that horrid man but dealing with a broken son while dealing with herself. Hard to relate to, honestly.

And me? Graduated top of my class (take that Kyle! We were tied for years and I finally overtook him in our senior year), got a position as Assistant for the mayor, and eventually I clawed my way to the top and got the mayor position. I considered following in my dad's footsteps but I just could not pass up the opportunity.

Gah, I can't stall like this! If you hadn't guessed by how much time has passed, It's back. I put my head in my hands, removing my reading glasses and pinching the bridge of my nose. God, I can just hear them now. If they even remember what happened. There's like some curse or spell in this town. I mentioned the Stick of Truth to Craig when he was setting up his new place in Denver and he looked at me like I had two heads or something. He asked me what the hell I was talking about and I had to just pass it off as a joke. I thought about it for days and experimented with a few other people that had left town. They didn't remember anything either. It was like our childhood hadn't happened, replaced with normal memories of playing in the park and getting up to no good like a normal kid would do. But we weren't normal, and it hurt me to know my friends didn't remember while I still had nightmares of It.

I looked down at my phone where I had Craig's number dialed and ready to go. We made a pact the last time we saw each other not to change our phone numbers. Everyone was pretty confused, but even though they didn't remember why, they heard the desperation in my voice. And why was I so desperate at the time you might ask?

Because It had already come back. Not to South Park, but It had gone back to Derry, Maine. And most of them thought they had destroyed It again, but I knew better. One of them called me and asked about Bill, where he was. They knew he had moved here but hadn't heard from him and needed him to come back to deal with It. The man on the phone, Mike I believe his name was, asked me where Bill Denbrough was and I told him the truth. As soon as I heard he was from Derry I knew it was probably one of his friends. I told him everything, how he moved here and was known as the New Kid, how he got in with the wrong crowd (a la Cartman), but eventually saved my life in the end. I told him that we brought his body back home, unfortunately having to leave it by the lake to make it look like a murder. We didn't want to get in trouble, especially after Butters just killed his dad. I told him that Bill had a nice funeral and that his parents, grief stricken after the loss of their second child, took their belongings and moved, to where I don't know. Mike thanked me for letting him know, but he also told me some startling news. That he thought It had come back to his town. He said he wasn't 100% positive, but one of Its infamous red balloons appeared after the murder of a young man near a carnival. He told me he was contacting everyone from when he and Bill faced It and that he would let me know what happened.

I was ecstatic to get a call back from him after a week. He said they had killed It, that he followed some Native American ritual where you collect tokens of your past, throw them into a fire and let go of your past or some bull shit like that. That It screamed and thrashed as It was sucked into some box thing. But I didn't buy it. It sounded too easy. Especially when I too saw a deflated red balloon by the old deserted park. I was walking down the street when a flash of red caught my eye. I looked over, my heart pounding when I saw a red balloon laying on the mast of the old and broken pirate ship.

That was yesterday, but now I can't wait any longer. I actually talked again to Mike and told him that he was wrong, that he and his friends failed and he had come back to South Park. He at first didn't believe me, wanting to live in the delusion that he couldn't have failed because that would mean more kids would die and the ritual was for nothing. We talked for hours, well, mostly Mike talked, but he told me he was taking the next flight to South Park (or as close as you can get since we're such a small little mountain town) and that he was going to try and get the remaining group to come under the guise of visiting Bill's grave. I agreed with him coming and told him I would get everyone from South Park who went through It to come in the next day.

I pressed the call button and waited with baited breath. It rang for a good couple seconds before a deep male's voice answered.

"Dr. Tucker speaking, how can I help you?"

Craig POV - 2047

(1:30 pm Tuesday)

Today was not one of my good days. I wouldn't call it a bad day, per se, but I was ready to blow my top by the time 2 pm rolled around. I sat at my desk twirling a pen around my fingers as I read through some patient's files for tomorrow's appointments. Ear infection, limp hind leg, cherry eye, euthanasia (the worst part of the job), the usual.

Probably should've started off with the fact that I'm a veterinarian. Yup, your boy Craig actually stepped up to the plate and went to vet school. Didn't graduate top of my class, but hey you know the saying. The worst graduate is still called a doctor or some shit like that.

I now worked in a small office in Denver, not far from my home town of South Park. After my sister went missing and was found dead when I was 12 I wanted to...change. I'm sure you're reading this and going "This doesn't sound like the Craig Tucker I know" or whatever. And you'd be fucking right, I didn't go to therapy and anger management for years for it not to pay off. That shit's expensive! To this day I still see a counselor, but that's more because my ex-wife is a therapist and I see her in court nearly every fucking week to settle this God damn divorce!

Okay, Craig, calm down, stop thinking about Bebe! Think about something calming...like Stripes waiting at home for me. I felt my blood pressure go down, not literally but you know what I mean. I'm a doctor, I know how this shit works.

I nearly jumped out of my chair when I heard my cell ring from my pocket. I answered it without even looking at the name, used to getting calls from mom or from patients who have my number. Or that bitch Bebe…

"Dr. Tucker speaking, how can I help you?" I said in my doctor voice.

"Craig? It's Token, how ya been?"

"I'm sorry….who are you?" I asked, looking at the caller ID. My eyes widened when I saw the name Token Black over the phone number. Maybe an old patient?

"Token, Token Black? We lived in South Park together, remember? You used to come over to my house all the time and steal my food because I was the rich kid?" I nearly dropped the phone when a massive headache hit me. I cradled my head in my hands, feeling like a rock was being pounded into my skull. The more I thought about it, the more I started to remember Token. But why did it hurt so much?

"Yeah...Token...sorry, I don't know why…"

"Why you didn't remember? What do you remember from South Park?"

I wracked my brain, trying to put together a cohesive thought of my childhood, but it felt like bits and pieces of a puzzle being shoved together but the pieces didn't fit. "I don't know, I grew up there and moved away when I went to college in Denver….I remember a bit of you I guess, going to school with you, getting a lot of detentions. I remember that's where I met Bebe…" I couldn't put faces to names and vice versa. It felt like there were so many important things I was missing!

"I know why. Why you can't remember, that is. You need to come back, Craig. It's back"

"Hell no, I'm not going back to that stupid little mountain town! And what the hell is 'it' anyway?!" What the fuck is he playing?

"You need to, you made a promise! You need to remember, you need to remember It! The clown, Pennywise. I need you here by tomorrow, I'll see you then. Remember your promise."

Kyle POV-2047

(3 pm Tuesday)

"Your honor, members of the jury, I am sure you will see the truth and find my client innocent of all charges against him. Thank you for your time," I said, taking my seat next to my client, a one Mr. Stevenson who was charged with murder of his wife. This will definately be the next topic for my new best seller! C'mon, how could I not! This guy is clearly innocent but eye witness testimony places him at the scene of his wife's murder. But get this! The wife had been cheating for what turned out to be years and had countless jealous lovers. I can smell my next Pulitzer prize baby! My last book didn't do so well, everyone claims the endings suck because they're all not happy and cheery like all the happy go lucky sheeple want. I deal with grisly murder cases, nobody is having a happy ending here bud.

The jury went into a side room to convene while I sat back in my chair, ignoring my clients complaints that if he wasn't found innocent he was gonna rage. Listen, just because I represent them doesn't mean they're innocent. Just as long as I get paid, I don't care. If only Cartman could see me now, he'd be calling me some money hungry Jew or something. Thank God he went missing back when we were kids, I could only imagine how adult Cartman would act in society. I got goosebumps just thinking about it.

After about an hour of deliberating, the jury finally came back in and declared my client...innocent of all charges. Damn, this is gonna make for a great book. Maybe for once David will like my work, he keeps giving me shit over it, agreeing with the critics and all. God, I love that man but aren't husbands supposed to support one another? Like he's successful? Ever since we moved out to California so I could take on bigger cases. He has just been a chef at a local restaurant, not even a five star one! Not that there's anything wrong with that...ugh, I'm whipped aren't I?

It was never like this with Stan. We, um, actually dated for two years back in middle/high school. It was amazing while it lasted, we got along and he brought me flowers when we went on dates but...he didn't respect that I was after the valedictorian spot and had to focus on my studies! He just wanted to me drop everything to go to one of his football games or to hang out with his new friends on the team who just teased me for being gay. We got into an explosive argument one day, we both said things we later regretted but I guess we both had a happy ending, right? I ended up with David right after who comforted me and supported me while Stan spent more time with the football team, got with a bunch of different girls over the years, and started to, umm...well, bully would be the best word for it. Called me derogatory words for gay people in the hallway (I won't even say them, last time I said one my mom washed out my mouth with soap...and I was 30!). Yeah, no, I haven't talked to him in years. Not even when we got the whole gang "back together", we stayed as far apart as possible. No clue what he's doing now.

I bid my client a good life, hoping to never have to represent him again as I made my way back to my penthouse. David said he was making some fancy taco things for dinner. It was Tuesday after all, we keep with national traditions.

When I got home I was greeted by my husband in the kitchen while I went to our room to put on something more comfortable. These stupid monkey suits are the worst, I'll tell ya! I then set the kitchen table for the two of us and once David finished cooking we dug in. We hardly said a word to each other, which is how it's been for the last few years.

"Hey Ky, I think someone's calling you," David said to me in between bites of taco. I looked down at my phone on the table and sure enough I saw that...Token was calling? Who the hell is that and why are they saved on my phone?

"You know a Token?" I asked him and he shrugged. I picked up the phone, my curiosity overtaking me and asked "Hello, who is this?"

I heard this Token character sigh and vaguely heard him say "Not another one" before saying louder to me "Kyle, it's me, Token. Valedictorian, friend, however you want to remember me." My eyes widened as soon as he said valedictorian. Holy shit, how did I not remember this guy?! We...we were friends for years, I saw him like 10 years ago. The next question that came to the forefront of my mind had me asking Token without even remembering that David was sitting right across from me.

"How did I not remember you but I remember Stan, Butters, all those guys? I hardly remember you…" David looked at me with an eyebrow raised and mouthed to me asking if I was okay. I mouthed back to him that I would talk to him after.

"Good question, I don't quite know myself. Maybe because I still live in South Park?"

"Dude, you still live in that dump? Why didn't you just leave like the rest of us!"

"Because I had a job to do. I'm the mayor now, Kyle, it's a lot nicer than it was before. Enough chit chat, we need to talk. Are you alone?"

I shook my head but then remembered I was talking on the phone. "No, David's with me. Why?" This is definitely weirding me out now. I could feel a headache building as I slowly started to think back on all the times with Token. And he said he had a job to do and then said he was the mayor as well. There's something he's not telling me.

"Judging by Craig's reaction I just got I figured you might want to be alone. Wait, David? David Rodriguez? Damn, didn't think you two would still be together." I didn't think so either at times but here we are.

"I would tell him anyway, and yes, David Rodriguez. Now spill, what the hell is going on that you felt the need to call me after 10 years."

"You made a promise, Kyle. When we were twelve. Actually, you were the one that made us all make a promise. To come back if It came back. Remember? I need you to be here tomorrow, okay?" Oh, oh my God.

Oh God. How could I forget that face...that fucking clown. He killed my brother...shit It's back. I was so lost in my own thoughts, I didn't hear David taking the phone from my face and asking me if I was ok. I couldn't even tell that I was crying.

Kenny POV - 2047

(5 pm Tuesday)

I felt myself throw up over the railing of the studio, my vomit luckily not hitting any unfortunate people walking by. Never, never had I fucking imagined going back to South Park, but there doesn't seem to be any choice, is there?! Stupid fucking promise, I was 12 it shouldn't count for anything! All I had on my mind then was not dying, superheroes and Leo! Granted, I still think daily about not dying and Leo, but I've grown totally out of that hero stuff. I made sure to bury Mysterion along with everything that I was in South Park.

"Ken, dude, what the fuck, are you gonna be good to go on? You got, like, 5 minutes!" My stage manager said, patting me on the back. Shit, I've got a show! That fucker Token just had to call me right before a show, didn't he? Fuck, I've never cancelled a show and I don't plan to do it now.

"I'm fine, Chris, just get me a shot of something. Anything."

"Sure, one shot of Listerine coming right up." He made sure to run right after saying that. Prick. If he wasn't the one making sure I went on time and that I had a stable paycheck I would fire him but then Butters would chew me out. The last time I fired a stage manager he got all snippy with me and withheld sex for a week! A whole week!

"Here ya go, boss! You're on in 3!" Chris came back and handed me the Listerine plus a shot of vodka. Gotta hand it to the kid, he knows how to save his own ass. I shot back the Listerine, spitting it onto the ground before throwing back the other shot. Hopefully that will get me through the show, and later, telling Butters about Token's call.

Fuck, what am I gonna tell him? When Token told me about It I fucking puked! Me, Kenny McCormich, puked! I know, shocking and horrifying. But Butters is my innocent little lion, once he remembers, he'll freak out! And he can't just up and leave to go to South Park, he's a school teacher and it's the middle of April! And he's never taken a fake sick day, he cares too much about his kids to do that. He treats them all like his own, he'd be devastated if he left them in the hands of someone that's not him.

"Ken, 1 minute, get ready!" Chris shouted at me as I made my way back towards the stage, shoving my glass off onto some intern. I remember the good ole days of interning. Sometimes I miss those days, but then I remember that I'm a world renowned comedian that's currently touring the east coast. And that I have an amazing husband back home in New York waiting for me with our fur babies.

I was brought out of my reverie by the sound of the announcer introducing me. I plastered a smile and strutted onto the stage. Ready to deliver the jokes.

Let's just say I wasn't in my element

"Hey bade, how was work today? Those two kids stop fighting?" I asked Butters when the video call started up. I had gotten back to the tour bus a couple hours ago, bought two plane tickets to an airport closest to South Park, and worked up the courage to finally tell Butters.

He smiled and brushed his long hair away from his face, pulling it back into a ponytail. "Haha, yeah, finally got those two sorted out. I can totally see them being together in a few years, I ship it!" I laughed, used to Butters shipping his middle school students. He taught Home Ec and constantly had boys not wanting to do anything because "sewing and cooking is for girls". Man, fuck gender stereotypes, my Butters can bake a mean sour dough and don't nobody tell me otherwise. Sewing and cooking are skills for anyone of any sex, god damn it!

"That's great! Listen, I need to tell you something. I got a phone call today from…"

"Token? Yeah, I know...he called me too. I..he told me that It had come back, and at first I didn't remember. No one is remembering what happened. I can hardly even remember, I just barely remember who Token is. Oh hamburgers…"

"Listen, Butters, if you don't want to go back to South Park I don't blame you. You had a harder time than the rest of us." Honestly, I don't want to go back. I can remember more than most it seems like. I can remember the weird games we played, how real they actually were. Butters doesn't remember any of that, only bits and pieces. Even what he remembers of his dad's death is quite right. A few years ago he told me his dad died from a burglar that broke in, which is so far from the truth but I didn't want to rehash his death.

"Ken, I remember our promise, I remember what I saw!" He was getting hysterical, I could see tears through the computer screen but I couldn't do anything. I was in Florida and he was in New York. "The visions I had back then...if we don't go, then we'll all die. I've seen it. Please, as much as I know you don't want to go, how much I don't want to go...we'll die if we don't go." My eyes widened when he told me. He's seen how we all die. What does this mean for me? I'm unkillable, even out of South Park I can't be killed.

"Fine, fine, we'll go. I already bought plane tickets for the both of us, you're going out of JFK. I'll see you there, kay babe? I..need to rest, it's been a long night. See ya tomorrow." I turned off the video call. I know he's probably upset, but damn it, so was I!

We're going back to South Park, how could I not be upset?

Tweek POV - 2047

(10 pm Tuesday)

I sat at the dining room table, looking through the stack of bills that my husband, Pete, threw on the table as he mumbled about how the conformists were trying to get us to pay their bleeping bills. Kind've taken to self censorship after that one time I cursed in front of him. Gah, I freak out even when I think about it!

"Pete, gah, did you get paid today?" I asked him, knowing the answer already. I make a pretty good living running a branch of Tweek Bros here in Dallas, but Pete...not so much. He played bassist in a band that played at local bars and the paychecks were not consistent. But knowing that I make more than him pisses him off so I let him handle most of the bills and everything...which is why we live in a one bedroom apartment...with no running water.

"Babe, I have it fucking handled! Just shut up and fill out the checks…" He plopped down onto the couch, sinking into the worn out cushions. There was silence for a few minutes while I fearfully found his checkbook and started to write in the amounts due. "Babe...sorry for snapping. You know I love you, right?" I looked over at him and attempted a smile.

"Of course, Pete…" I got up and sat next to him on the couch, laying my head tentatively on his shoulder. He smelled like cigarette smoke and booze. It felt like I was going in circles with him. Every year we've been together he has periods where he drinks and smokes like he did in high school, and even elementary school! We didn't know each other at all back then, he was the goth kid and me the twitchy weirdo, but we were lab partners senior year of high school and he was so...different. Geez man, I'm getting off topic! Anyway, I've told him for years to stop, and he promised he would, but lately he's started up again and nothing I saw will do anything. At first we'd compromise with each other. He liked my hair long so I kept it long and he wouldn't drink. He didn't like me hanging out with any of the guy friends I had made at Tweek Bros so I stopped talking to them and he would stop smoking. I don't know, he loves me, I guess people in relationships have to put up with this type of thing sometimes. He was my first boyfriend after all.

"What are you thinking so hard about, I can practically hear the smoke," he breathed into my face, giving me a face full of his smoker breath.

"Oh, umm..nothing really, I umm…" Oh crap, I have to tell him, he's gonna be so mad! "I got a call earlier, from an old friend from South Park. You remember Token, right?" His grip tightened on my arm. If he didn't remember him before, he definitely remembers him now.

"Why was he calling you?"

"Well, I was friends with him back in South Park and...gah, when we were kids we made a promise we would see each other again when we were adults.." Oh gosh, I lied to him! But I can't tell him why I'm actually going! Then he'll really want to keep me here!

"Not gonna happen, Tweek! You know how I feel about you seeing other men! Call him and tell him you're not going."

"Pete, I...I promised and...I already bought a plane ticket. I'll only be gone a few days, I promise...please let me go, you're hurting me.." His grip had tightened on me considerably, cutting off my circulation. His eyes showed just how angry he was… He pulled me to my feet and looked down at me, I could feel myself shrink in front of him.

"I don't care what you promised, you little whore, I know why you're really going! You're trying to run away from me cause you're seeing this guy behind my back! Don't think I don't know your game, bitch!" I felt myself crying, I didn't know what to say. I've dealt with his jealousy before, but I feel like something bad is gonna happen.

I tried to struggle out of his grasp. I have to think of something! "Fine, fine, I won't go...please, Pete, just let me go, I don't want to go to work again with bruises." That immediately got him to let me go. He knew what happened the last time.

He kissed me on the forehead and shoved me towards the bedroom. "Good. Now, you've just put me through a lot of stress. Make it up to me, babe?" I nodded reluctantly and we went to the bedroom.

God, he's gonna kill me if he finds out I'm sneaking out! It was midnight and I was packing a small bag with a few pairs of clothes, money, necessities. A bag of extra strength Tweek Bros coffee. Everything I'll need in South Park.

I have to go, I made a promise and...I remember some of what happened. God, I'm terrified...I even considered...no, I can't think like that! I've got too much to live for.

I quietly zipped up the bag and grabbed the keys off the kitchen table. I stopped when I got to the door. Can I even come home after I've done this? I took everything I valued so if need be….but he'll understand, I know he will. It'll just take some convincing. I finally worked up the courage and opened the door, but not before hearing the bedroom door open and a groggy voice ask "What do you think you're doing…" I ran, as fast as I could, to the car. I could hear his footsteps behind me as I wound my way down the staircase to the first floor car garage. I barely made it into the car before he was pounding on the door, screaming at me to get out of the car. I felt frozen in fear but...I have to leave. I made a promise. So I started the car up and hit the gas, hearing the tires skid on the pavement and Pete go tumbling to the ground. I booked it to the airport, my flight being in a few hours. All I could think about was one thing.

If It doesn't kill me, Pete will.

Stan POV-2047

(6 pm Tuesday)

"Marsh Mechanics, how can I assist you today?" I asked, leaning back in my rolling chair. We were in the middle of closing up shop when my phone rang, which is odd in itself. My mom knows when I get off work and calls then, so I was a little worried when a voice that was not my mothers say:

"Stan, is that you? It's me, Token. Token Black? Do you remember me, we grew up together in South Park." My eyebrows shot up and I could feel my heart racing. I didn't remember Token, not before he said South Park. My hometown. My nightmare land.

"Token...yeah I remember. Why are you calling me?" I kicked my feet up onto my desk, kicking the old takeout boxes off like I was trying to make it clean. Not gonna happen, my office is filled with them. Explains the dad bod, that's for sure…that and the beer.

"Stan, It's back...you need to come back, remember the promise you made." Shit...I made a promise to go back? To that shit hole of a town?! What was I thinking when I was 12… "Tomorrow, everyone is coming tomorrow. I'll see you then." Then he hung up.

You've got to be fucking kidding me! I promised myself I would never go back there, and now you're telling me I made some promise to go back there?! And Kyle...he was probably going, I was going to see him. I could feel my face heat up in embarrassment. We hadn't seen each other in years, and the last time we did I was still such a stubborn asshole that I couldn't apologize! I said so many hurtful things to him when I was on that fucking team...they told me I couldn't have a boyfriend like him hold me back. I agreed because what else was I supposed to do? I was a stupid kid that was promised a full ride scholarship to a bunch of great colleges if I did great on the football team. And the only way you did great was to suck up to the upperclassman and be their lackeys until you were the upperclassman and were the best player. It didn't even matter in the end, after...the accident I fucked my leg up too much that all the colleges rejected me. I barely got into trade school for mechanics.

And Kyle became so successful, I..I'm just unloading now, I need to stop. Ranting about how my life sucks ass isn't gonna make shit better. When I see Kyle, I need to tell him the truth! That I'm sorry, that...I still love him. I know, I know, he's married to that David asshole, but maybe he doesn't love David as much as he says he does and we'll get back together and I can get my rockin bod back! A man can dream.

But right now, apparently this man has to go buy a plane ticket to South Park.

AN: Second authors note to clarify a few things! Sorry some of these parts are longer than others, some of the characters I haven't entirely fleshed out yet. I was also thinking of doing a little character description next chapter so look forward to that (any input is welcome!) Anyways, in the case of Tweek I kinda combined what his character was, Stan, and Beverly's character since I wanted Ken and Butters together and I didn't want to have Ken be abusive. There are also a few times when someone says they don't remember something or something that was so pivotal to a character was not mentioned. I won't say what, but I'm sure some of you eagle eye's can spot it. Until next time!