Token POV

(3 pm Wednesday, The Next Day)

Already the day wasn't going as planned. First, my secretary, who happened to be Kevin Stoley's daughter Kathryn, tripped and dropped all my paperwork I was supposed to fill out to erect a new statue in the new park. Now that's delayed at least another week since I have more important shit to deal with. Then Mike, from Derry, calls and tells me there's been a problem. One of their group, Stan, was found dead in his bathtub. He got a call from Stan's wife, but he hasn't told his other friends. And speaking of his other friends, they had arrived today as well and were expecting some remembrance event for Bill, which wasn't gonna happen. I managed to dig up some details about them, and for most of them it wasn't that hard. Richie Tozier was a famous comedian, Beverly Marsh a world renowned fashion designer, and Ben Hanscom was an architect that built some of the most well known buildings in New York. The others were just your average guy, with Mike Hanlon being a librarian in Derry, Eddie Kaspbrak being a risk analyst (whatever that is), and the late Stanley Uris being an accountant. They all came in this morning, staying at a new hotel near town hall.

There was a knock at my door and I knew exactly who it was. "Come in," I said, and my assistant led in a small group of people. I didn't immediately know who Mike was, after all we only had a phone call, so I asked "Which one of you is Mike?"

"That would me." A man that looked almost identical to me put his hand out to shake mine. His haircut, face, and style were almost identical to mine. I had noticed a few parallels between our groups, but this is just getting weirder. And I live in South Park, so I've seen weird things.

"Nice to meet you, Mike. You'll have to introduce some of your friends to me, let me give a good guess first. Beverly, Ben, Richie, and Eddie, right?" I pointed at each of them when I said their names. I knew what the first three looked like, so it was a process of elimination at that point with Eddie.

"Shit, this guy's got psychic abilities just like you, Bev! See, you're not alone," Richie said patronizingly, patting Beverly on the back. She just rolled her eyes at him, shrugging his arm off of her.

"No, no psychic powers, sorry. Please, sit down, we have a lot to talk about." I asked them as I sat back in my chair, getting ready for what was about to go down. I even had a white board in my office. You know shit gets real when I pull out the white board. Once everyone was seated, I began. "So, I know you all believe I called you here because we were holding a remembrance event for Bill who died here some years ago, but...well, that was a lie. Please, let me finish," I said as Richie opened his mouth to speak again. "Now, I know about what happened back in Derry. With the clown, Pennywise. I know you think you killed him not long ago. But you're wrong, he's not dead." I let that all sink in. I felt kinda bad, telling them that I dragged them here to probably help me kill it. Why else would I bring It up?

"No way, man! We saw that thing get sucked into Mike's stupid relic thing!" Richie said, getting out of his chair.

"Exactly, but you didn't see him die! After It terrorized Derry over 27 years ago he came here, to South Park. He killed my friend's little brother and my friends and I got together and we thought we probably got rid of It. But like you we also made a promise to come back if It came back. And like you all, my friends forgot almost everything about this weird ass town when they left. There are so many parallels between all of you and us!" I stood up as well, going over to the white board and writing down everything. "He's playing a game with us, and what I want to know before we bring my friends into this is why he's playing the same game twice, and if he brought any other unfortunate town into this!" Everyone looked stunned and confused. And honestly, so was I.

"What other parallels are there between us? I mean, so many specific things happened to us…" Ben asked.

"You're right, there were a lot of specifics that don't all match up. But don't you see something? There were six of you, there are six of us. Mike told me a little about all of you, and you all have a nearly identical, whether it be in looks or personality or both, person in my group. They'll be here tonight, I thought tomorrow after I caught them up to speed we could introduce you all. Then you'll see what I'm talking about."

"Wait a minute...were six of us? Where the hell is Stan…?" Eddie asked, looking around as if Stan Uris would magically appear. I turned to Mike, letting him handle this one. He told them and my office became a scene of chaos and tears. Apparently Stan got the call from Mike and just...knew it wasn't about Bill. He said something cryptic to Mike, and next thing Mike knew he was getting a call from Stan's wife that Stan died. Mike told me we'd meet with him tomorrow morning again here and he led his friends back to the hotel. As soon as they were gone, I called City Wok, which had significantly improved in the last few years, to make a reservation for six.

I just have to hope the other five show up.

Craig POV

(6 pm Wednesday, Outside City Wok)

I stepped out of my car, pulling my leather jacket closer, as I looked at the building that did not look like City Wok. For one, it was twice the size, the lights actually worked on the outside, and a good smell was actually coming from the building. There's a first time for everything.

Gotta hand it to Token, he's really spruced this town up. The school looks cleaned up, there's a new and bigger park, and overall the streets looked a lot cleaner. It felt...weird. I can vaguely remember this place, some places more vivid than others. Taking a sip from my Tweek Bros coffee (Must be new too cause I can't remember any place with coffee this good), I began walking to City Wok. Token said he was meeting us all inside. I called him back and he told me he was bringing us all back together, although I can't really remember who all of us were. I sorta remember Kyle and now Token, but everyone else is sorta a blur. Except for Bebe. I wish I could forget that bitch.

I walked into City Wok and couldn't help but look at how good it looked. I can kinda remember that it was always dirty and was more take out, but now it had a lot of sit down areas. I immediately saw Token over in the back, in a secluded area.

"Hey, Token, how's it going?" I said as I enveloped him in a hug. He looked kinda surprised.

"Whoa, dude, did you hit your head or something? Since when did Craig Tucker hug anyone?" He laughed, and I couldn't help but join him. I've changed. A lot.

"Since I went to therapy. Pretty sure I went therapy here with... , right? He referred me to someone in Denver when I went to college there, guy knew what he was doing."

"Speaking of Denver, what the hell did you go to college for? I mean, when we met up 10 years ago you didn't say much.." Yeah, of course I didn't say anything, I graduated undergrad years before but just...I don't know, didn't know what I wanted to do. I got a degree in chemistry and was unmotivated really. When we met up, I had just applied for vet school after taking a few classes and hadn't heard anything. Everyone else was successful, even Stan owned his own business, mechanics or not! Wait, Stan...yeah, I remember him! Shit, I really did forget almost everything. I wonder what else I'm forgetting.

"Yeah, I went to vet school, Iowa State actually. And...you're the mayor right?" I could sorta remember him telling me he was moving up to be mayor after years of bootlicking.

"Yeah, for almost 10 years now. It's been one hell of a time trying to clean this place up. Don't know if you remember how bad it was before. Cleaned up the homeless problem, we have a proper soup kitchen now, and I cleaned up the area over where Kenny used to live." Holy shit, Kenny!

"Ok, Token, be straight with me...why can't I remember anything about this place?" We finally sat down, across the table from one another. I need answers, I'm tired of questioning why my memory has such large chunks missing.

Token sighed and leaned back in his chair. "Good question, I don't know for sure. It's not just It you guys didn't remember, it was most of your childhood here. Tell me, what do you remember?"

"I guess my first memory is sometime in elementary school. The more I'm here the more it all is coming back. I remember playing these stupid games, that at times they felt really real, like...I don't know, I probably sound crazy but I remember playing that stupid elves vs humans game and there were these Nazi zombies. And then...we were twelve and there was some...murder spree? I remember my sister went missing and she was found dead. I remember…. and our sessions kinda...then high school. High school's pretty blurry. Then it all is pretty clear after that, since I moved to Denver and went to college and shit." Token nodded to everything I was saying.

"You're on the nose with some things, like the nazi zombies, but not quite for others. I'll get back to when we were 12 later, but from what I remember in high school you were sort of a loner, didn't talk to us too much. I think you went out with a few guys and you had a fight with Tw…."

"Holy shit you got old!" A new voice said, distracting me from what Token was talking about. Token and I looked up to the two newcomers and it took me a good second to recognize them. Kenny and Butters.

"Nice to see you too, McCormick," Token stood up and gave Kenny one of those manly hugs, then did the same with Butters. I showed him up and showed them all what a real hug felt like. I may still be an ass, but I'm a nice ass! With a nice ass!

"Whoa, shit, Tucker? What the hell happened to you man, you're smokin!" Kenny said, looking me up and down. I felt a little weirded out, mostly because Butters was standing right there, but he didn't seem to mind. I can kinda remember them dating, and they came together, so I'm assuming they're married?

"Give the flirting a rest, Ken, you're not on tour, you don't need to schmooze him!" Butters laughed before turning to me, "It's nice to see you, Craig. Honestly, it's nice to remember you." I nodded back at him, feeling the same sentiment. We all sat down and caught up, and eventually Kyle showed up, followed by Stan. Things felt a little awkward at that point, mostly from Stan and Kyle. Oh shit, these two dated! Damn, guess that ended badly.

"Who are we waiting for, looks like everyone's here!" I said, fairly drunk at this point from the three or four shots of...whatever they handed me. Everyone looked at me like I had three heads.

"What do you mean, who are we waiting for? Your ex, bro!" Kenny laughed, throwing his arm around Butters and trying to steal a kiss.

"Bebe? You invited Bebe?! What the hell, Token, I thought…."

"Dude, chill I didn't invite Bebe, didn't even know you dated…" Oh we did more than date! We got married 12 years ago, had a kid, got tired of each other and filed for divorce a few years ago. That snake is still trying to get her money's worth, even though we have joint custody of Tristen!

I guess they could see the angry look on my face because Kyle tried to placate me with "Look, Craig, there's Tweek right now! Why don't you…" I didn't hear the rest of him.

Tweek.

Jesus Christ...I forgot entirely about Tweek….

I looked over and saw him. He looked almost the same, like he hadn't aged a day. He was super twitchy, clutching at his coffee cup like a lifeline. He looked and saw us. Saw me. His eyes widened nearly as big as mine were. He hadn't remembered me either.

We dated for some years when we were younger and then...we were twelve and we got into some fight. My head was pounding as I recalled that day...we were in some sewer pipe...then my memory skips to me telling him I can't date him anymore, then in high school we…

I could hear their voices but it sounded like they were coming from under water. Tweek slowly walked over to us, looking panicked and nervous. I saw a ring on his finger, it was simple but he had one. He was married. My heart cracked.

And so did the side of my head on the table as I fell to the floor.