Author's Note: As you can tell, there's going to be a parraell with the two timelines and when the Losers encountered IT, which I think works perfectly! Thanks for reading and reviewing! You guys are amazing!

August 1989

Ever since I met up with Eddie on my porch step with his cast and our tender hearts, It felt like this summer was going to end on a sour note. I had no recollection of what was going on with the others, and it made me sad not knowing what to do or what to say to make this all better for us.

It was different, and sad, at the same time.

For a moment I realized that I was missing Stanley in particular. I didn't know why, not at first. Maybe form our one on one talks with each other while we watched the others in our group being silly, or how we would crack at each other's jokes when no one was watching. It harder now that he wasn't around too much, and I could feel a shift in my that summer when all of this was happening to us because of the clown and what It was trying to do with us.

Stanley's place as my friend was shifting and changing, right underneath me.

It occurred to me one cool August night, I was deep within a dream that was once again keeping me trouble and feeling uneasy. I couldn't particularly remember what the dream was about, not all the precise details. I could only remember images of me being back in the pool, being pulled through the water, or when I was back in Niebolt House and was so close to the clown's face. it was making it harder and harder for me to at least wake up from it like I was trapped.

Right before I woke up, I remember seeing a distinct face right in front of me. I knew it was Stanley's face, and how his eyes were looking into my own almost made me feel like I was in some kind of trance, locking eyes with each other. I didn't know what it was at first, but when we were staring at each other, intensely and yet softly, something blossomed and almost overtook me.

"Stanley," I breathed his name as I woke up from my dream and staring right up at the ceiling. Why was I almost calling out to him, in the dead of night? It made no sense, but it felt natural to do so. At that moment, clutching my blanket over my chest and letting out some deep breaths, I knew then what just happened and what I just realized about my friend Stanley. Those moments of being protective of each other, that moment in the park some time ago when he mentioned the Robins in the trees, even when we met went swimming in the quarry the first time this summer.

It showed that with no second thought, I had feelings for Stanley Uris.

One afternoon I was finishing the latest painting that I was working on since our group split up. It was in the early afternoon when the house phone rang, having me pause and walk out of my room to grab the phone from my dad's room. I knew he was still at the community center wrapping up a few classes before he was off for a few days, but I was in a limbo of wanting to go out of the house cause of what happened.

On the third ring, I picked up the phone and cradled it against my ear.

"Levy Residence,"

"Robin, It's Stanley."

"Stanley?" I asked, sounding a bit flustered from hearing his voice for the first time in a while. He sounded almost out of breath and a bit scared, 'What's going on?"

"Richie just called me. Bill told him that something happened with Beverly." I froze, grasping the cord between my fingers in shock.

"What are you talking about?" I asked,

"The clown took Beverly."

I was clutching the phone in a death grip from the news, already feeling nauseated. Beverly was taken by the clown? How was that possible? I almost stuttered a but as I sat down on the edge of the bed and untangled my fingers from the chord. it felt like this was another one fo those nightmares that were going to have me wake up at any moment, but no. This was real, and now the clown that one of our own.

"Where's Richie and Bill?" I asked finally.

"They're going to head to the Niebolt House to get her, Richie asked me to call you and the others to meet us there," Stanley said, though he sounded a bit unsure about it as I nodded my head.

"Okay, so who still needs to meet up?" I asked as I got up on my feet.

"Eddie," Stanley replied, pausing for a moment before he spoke up, "Robin, listen…this whole thing with the clown…"

"Stanley, this is bad and it now involved Beverly, we have to go," I reminded him as I was about to hang upon him, but he blurted out.

"I know! I'm going to come…it's just….a lot," He said, having me pause. I felt a bit bad for him then. I knew that he didn't go into the house as I did with Richie, Bill, and Eddie, but he was affected by it none the less. The last thing I would ever want to do to my friend has him do something that could put him in danger. This was just the same: we didn't know what we were going to expect when we were going to encounter the Clown, what was going to come to Beverly, and if we were going to come out in one piece.

"You can do this," I reminded him, keeping it very simple. I knew he could, it was deep within him and I knew he could. Stanley needed to hear it from someone else, from one of his friends that he was capable of doing this.

"Okay," he said, almost in a nervous sigh, and I grinned.

"I'll see you at the house," I reminded him, clicking the phone back on the holder before I ran over to grab my sneakers and my prosthetic arm. Finally, the adrenaline was coming through me and making me feel on edge, not knowing that this was going to be a foreshadowing of what was to come and what we were going to experience in that house.

But first, I had to get Eddie.

I ran up the white wooden porch steps to his house in a huff, getting to the front door and knocking rapidly. I had to think of some kind of game plan that I needed to do. For one, I knew that the one major hurdle that I was going to encounter was Eddie's mother. She would tolerate me in the past, but since Eddie broke his arm no one was safe from her wrath. I had to go in there and find a way to get Eddie out of the way without getting murdered by his mother in the process.

Secondly, I was still riding on the underline high of hearing about Beverly being taken by the clown. I didn't know how it happened, or why it happened. All I knew was that Beverly was my friend, and if she was in danger, I had to help in some way to get her back.

The door opened quickly. having me see Eddie's mother looking down at me, both looking perplexed and peeved that I was there at her doorstep. At this moment, I wasn't caring if I was going to come off rude or stand-offish, but I knew that I had to get to Eddie. I heard the phone ringing in the house a few times before it was picked up and answered by Eddie himself.

"Where's Eddie?" I asked, half polite and half in a rush. His mother cocked her head at me, almost sneering down at me with a low smile.

"He's not seeing any of you right now," She replied stiffly as I was so close to glaring at her.

"This is an emergency and I need to see him," I explained, though she cut me off.

"You should have thought of that before you and all of your little sicken friends got my Eddie hurt," She growled, looking like she would burst into flames if she could, "And I should thank you for placing the graffiti on his cast! It's horrendous!" Looking past her big body, I saw Eddie looking right at me and his eyes got big.

"Robin?" He asked, his mother turning around to glare at him. I knew this was either fight or flight, so I did the one thing I thought was right: I waltzed into the house.

"EXCUSE ME!" She howled as I stalked down the hallway and over to Eddie, seeing him give me now a look of determination than fear.

"Bill just called," he said to me, "Are they all going over to Neibolt right now?" He questioned me.

"Yeah, I came to get you," I answered, "We need to leave, now!"

"Okay, let's go," He replied, both of us were about to walk out to the front door when we were abruptly blocked and stopped by his mother. I looked over at Eddie, seeing him have a small moment of fear of being in front of his endearing moth, but the bravery was still seeping into his stance. I briefly looked down at his cast, seeing my artwork of the red V still plastered on the surface and how he was holding it out in front of him with a hint of pride.

"And just where do you think you're going to?" She asked, his voice low and almost too sweet for my liking.

"Out with my friends," He replied, almost in a stammer, "They're in trouble." I saw him take a few steps back, having me do the same since he wasn't on his own.

"Sweetie, you can't go. You're getting over your sickness, remember?" She asked him, her voice still a bit low as she was eyeing him. I didn't know what kind of game she was paling at him with, or why she was acting this way with him when right before she was almost screaming at me, but then Eddie was still staring her down, something clicked in him.

"My sickness? O-Okay, what sickness, ma?" He asked, his voice getting a bit bigger as I stayed deathly quiet. He then within a second reached for his fanny pack on his waist, unzipping so fast and then grabbing his bottle of pills to wave between them.

"DO you know what these are?" he asked, his mom looking at the bottle before back at him, "They're Gazebos! THEY'RE BULLSHIT!"

The bottle was thrown to the floor, having me take a step back and see the pills spilling everywhere and I looked at Eddie in shock. I saw the anger in his eyes and how he was shaking. His mother's eyes were down on the floor for a few long beats before she looked back at him. The look she gave him, it made both Eddie and myself freeze up. It was almost…unnatural.

"They help you, Eddie. I had to protect you," She informed him. Her voice was still low, but it was no longer sweet. It almost had a hint of venom in them as Eddie gave her a sour look.

"Protect me? By lying to me?! By keeping me locked up inside this hell hole?!" He asked, his voice was bolder and louder. I quickly saw her face crumbling, almost like she knew she was losing the battle with her son.

"I'm sorry, but the only people who were trying to protect me were my friends, and you made me turn my back on them when I needed them. So I'm going," He ended the conversation, then looking over at me as I nodded at him. We both were walking past her at a brisk pace, not looking at her as she tried to reach for Eddie and his shirt.

"Eddie, wait!" She called out, sounding desperate. She was about to grab his shirt when I smacked it away, seeing her look at me in shock. I glared right back at her, already having enough of what she was trying to do with Eddie.

"Robin, come on," Eddie pleaded with me as we were rushing outside the house and over to our bikes. I hopped on my own, seeing Eddie grab his in a flash before he swung his leg over.

"DON'T DO THIS TO ME, EDDIE! EDDIE!"

Eddie didn't look back as we both were heading as fast as we could to the others and Beverly. I briefly looked over at him as we were pedaling, seeing his eyes dead ahead, and yet they looked so confident and true. It was a sight to see Eddie defying his mother, and it made me look at Eddie in a brand new light from there on out.

We all made it to the house just in time, meeting up together as Eddie and I joined them. We were all making a beeline towards Niebolt, Mike bringing with him one massive gun from the farm and a holster with some bullets ready to use within the holster. If this was any other circumstances, I would be beyond glad to see the others and having out reunion. But this, I knew, was not the time. Beverly was in deep trouble, and all we could do was get her back together.

Once we reached the house, throwing our bikes to the ground, we followed Bill through the fence and up the walkway, though he stopped and knelt to grab some of the rustic poles that were on the ground. He was trying to get himself ready for a fight.

I looked around to see if I could grab something myself to use, Eddie next to me threw his fanny pack away in a grunt. Lastly, we all heard Richie bang a glass bottle against the front porch railing, all of our head snapping over to see most of the glass bottle shattered all over the ground. He then looked a bit embarrassed, deciding to drop the whole thing together.

Bill made the climb up the stairs, the rest of us following right behind him as he pushed the door wide open. It was just like when we were there one month beforehand, but now we were all going in together as one group. The mood was tense, way more than it was before. I could feel it in the air as we climbed over the threshold, one by one. I was next to Ben, clicking on our flashlights when I heard Ben speak up.

"Stan?" Ben asked behind us. Stanley didn't come through the front door yet, he was watching us. I somehow knew that this was going to happen with him, the small emotion of uncertainty was there within how he was standing so stiff in the doorway.

"Stan we all have to go. Beverly was right: if we don't all go that clown will kill us by one by one. But if we s-s-stick t-t-t-ogether…all of us…we'll win. I promise." Bill explained to him. I knew Bill was right at this moment, telling Stanley exactly what we needed to do: we needed to be together for this. If there's one main thing I knew about Stanley, is that he trusted Bill. We all did, and although we had that one moment a month ago in this very house, other times were all about us being there for Bill.

He sighed, nodding his head as he started to slowly make his way into the house. I said behind to walk with him, seeing him give me an uneasy smile as we were following Bill through the house over to where he saw the clown crawl down to last. It was eerie being back there, but we were all walking together, no longer in hesitance.

Once we found the stairs, we were going down one by one, seeing the darkness of the basement engulfing us while we were walking down the almost crumbled steps. Tucked in the low corner of the basement, among the crumbled leaves and dust, there was a well. It was old, almost curling into itself from all the day along the sides and moldy bricks. There was a hook hanging over the top, just in as bad of shape as the bricks there. I could tell too that there was a curve of the bricks, caked in what seemed to be blood.

"Hey Eddie, you got a quarter?" Richie jokingly asked as we all circled the well itself.

"I don't wanna make a wish in that fucking thing," Eddie grumbled. We all peered down, seeing how far down the well was going and the deep deep darkness that was at the very end.

"Beverly?!" Ben called down, his voice echoing along the well walls as it descended to the bottom. It almost seemed like a mile before there was a surface of some sort, and I could tell there were no places where we could climb along the sides of the brick. it was too slick and barely holdable

"How are we supposed to get down there?" Mike pondered. Bill looked around before he saw something tucked in the dark corner, walking over and picking it up. It was a long enough rock, almost falling out of his arms as he walked back and hung it on top of the hook. He yanked it a few times, seeing that it was stable enough before he let the other end fall into the well. After a few moments, it stopped.

We now had a way.

"You've got to be kidding me," I almost grumbled as Bill started to climb on the top of the brick, gripping the rope tightly before he leaned over to strap on. He was slowly descending bit by bit, and after all of us watched him go down into the well. Eddie was next, and with some help from Mike to hoist him up with his cast, he too was descending right after Bill. I went right after Eddie, getting on top of the brick and reaching over to the rope and grabbing it with my hand.

Looking down, I could see Bill finding something along the side of the well wall, maybe an opening and he was hoisting himself into it. Eddie was a foot or so below, making his way down. I gripped the rope as I was about to step onto the rope when Stanley spork up quietly.

"Be careful," he warned, not sternly but with concern. I tried to hide the smile that was trying to come through, and I could see how Richie was trying not to roll his own eyes at Stanley.

"I'll be fine," I said to him as I looked at the rope in my hands, "Think of it this way, it's the rope that Coach Dykstra makes us climb all the time in PE,"

"If that's the case then I'm fucked," Richie grumbled as I got my feet on the rope. Slowly, and taking it as carefully as I could, I was going down and seeing myself being covered in darkness. Although this seemed pretty sketchy and almost suicidal in how I was doing this, I was still going nice and slowly, looking up for a brief moment when I was halfway there to see Ben right behind me and then Stanley starting his descent.

I was climbing down at the right moment when I saw Eddie and Bill's faces poking out from a hole in the side of the well wall. Bill's flashlight was on my face as he reached out to grab my arm to pull me gently over. Once I was close enough, both Eddie and Bill carefully grasped me around my waist to help me into the hole without me falling through. it took a few moments, but once my hand was free from gripping the rope tightly, I was shuffling into the hole that was barely big enough for all of us to fit in side by side.

We were coming in one by one: Ben, then Stanley and then Richie last. I was moving farther away from the others to get further into the hole, noticing the opening at the other end of the hole. I peered through, crawling my way through to see where we were.

The Sewers.

"Mike! Mike, what's going on?!"

I whipped back around, Stanley and I were in the back of the hole to see what was happening. The others were peering up the well, having me notice through them that the rope was shaking almost violently. Something was wrong with Mike and I felt my stomach hit the floor as the sound of someone getting hurt rang in the air.

"Mike!" Eddie yelled up the well as I crawled past the other boys that were trying to find out what was wrong. Once I got to the opening again, being squished between Bill and Eddie, I leaned up barely to look up at the opening of the well that was so far up. We saw nothing at first, having me squint with Bill right next to me to look too.

We heard the gun go off.

"Shit, MIKE!" I screamed, almost slipping and falling out. Bill immediately wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me back slightly, but we both looked up to see a body lean over the edge of the well. It wasn't Mike, it was an older boy in a red tank top and a mullet for hair.

Oh God, Henry Bowers.

Mike was seen out fo nowhere as he shoved Henry into the wall, Henry falling towards us at a fast rate. His head banged against the well and he screamed on his way down, Bill once again yanked me out of the way in time as we watched him descend down to the very end of the well. We were all shocked, hearing nothing for a few more quick seconds before a crash at the very bottom.

"Mike!" I called up, seeing Mike lean his head over to look at us. Bill did the same the both of us could see how Mike looked out of breath and relieved at the same time. He could have been killed up there on his own, but I was beyond glad he was okay.

"I'm okay," He said in a sigh as he placed the holster with the bullets on the ledge of the well, getting the gun ready. But the holster then slipped, and before he could grab it, the holster with all the bullets fell straight down, almost like how Henry fell. Mike looked almost defeated in losing some of his ammunition. But as he was about to hop onto the rope, I heard something behind all of us group together in that sliver of a hole.

"Where's Stanley?" Eddie asked. We all whipped out heads around, seeing that Stanley was nowhere to be seen. I cringed, crawling over a bit now as I was looking all around the small hole that we were all cramped in. He was nowhere to be seen.

Where was Stanley?

Present Day

As soon as we stepped through the threshold, it felt like I was a little girl all over again.

Of course, there were signed of major decay inside, more massive spider webs were seen and the rotting floorboards and walls with almost melting wallpaper. It was so different now, being an adult, and going through the nearly dark house that harbored so much evil that it was uncanny to feel it in every step.

All of us had flashlights in hand, all of us looking around at the evidence of what it was like in this house when we were all away, and when Pennywise was resting.

In short, it was worse than before.

"Well, I love with he's done with the place," Richie said in an eyebrow raise.

"Beep Beep, Richie," Beverly murmured as she was looking up and around the ceiling. Eddie, Richie, and Bill were walking over to the kitchen area, and I was venturing down the main hallway with my own flashlight moving around a bit to see the wallpaper peeling of piece by piece. The more I walked through the hallway that was going to lead to the kitchen, I more I realized what there were markings along the concrete of the wall, well seen because of the peeled off wallpaper.

"Guys…" I trailed off, seeing the distinct lines in the wall, almost imprinted on the wall as my heart was going a bit faster. Stanley walked over to see what I was looking at, not realizing it at first but I then found my voice, "Look."

Using my fingers, I tried to match the marks with my fingers, though my fingers were spread as fr as they could go and the sharp lines were a bit wider. Stanley could see what I was seeing too, both of our eyes going wide now in concern.

"Claw marks," Stanley said behind me, the both of us seeing it now.

"It did this," I said next to him, remembering when we were in the kitchen as kids and we saw the claw arms coming through the gloves of the clown, the same claw marks that scared Ben. It was the clown, I could feel it in how my hand was still against the wall.

Something then fell on my skin, wet and moist. Both Stanley and I looked to see that it was nearly black, but almost a tint of red. Another drop fell, then two more. We both slowly looked up to see something oozing out of the slash marks on the wall. It was seeping through, almost like it was caked in the wall and was now coming out.

"Robin," Stanley said with caution as he wrapped his fingers around my wrist and gently pulled me away before some of the substance could get onto my skin. Immediately right after Stanley did that with me, Ben cried out in pain. We both looked over, seeing him standing in front of the fireplace and the mirror next to it, clutching his lower stomach and falling to his knees in what seemed to be in pain.

"Ben, what's wrong?" Beverly asked as both she and Mike wished over. The door right behind us that leads to the kitchen suddenly slammed shut. Stanley rushed over to try and open it, hearing both Eddie and Bill on the other side screaming out for Ben.

"Damnit," Stanley grunt as he tried harder. I was focused on Ben, who was lifting his shirt to show his bare lower stomach. Something was being carved onto his skin, almost like a knife. I was about to walk over to Ben and see what was doing that to him when something else was moving next to me, along the same wall of the claw markings. I looked back, gazing at the black substance that was running down on the ground then slowly morphing together along the surface of the wall.

The kitchen went dead quiet behind me, there were no more sounds from Ben and Eddie. Stanley froze for a moment, then he banged his hand on the door while I was seeing all of the liquid moving around like a magnetic pull to form some kind of shape…..it almost looked like a hand….

A hand with claws.

"Bill?! Richie, Eddie?! What's going on?" Stanley yelled into the door as he was jangling the door more violently. I was focused on the hand that was getting bigger and bigger, made of the black substance that was so close to resembling blood. The hadn't was moving, curling it's clawed fingers before it reached out towards me.

I was frozen.

This was another trick in my head. This whole house was supposed to be a trick in the head to scared us or the clown to kill us without anyone seeing or hearing. I was so close to this kind of thing when I was a kid, but I had to remember that this was not real. It was what Bill told us over and over. I had to remember that and know that we were here in numbers, not alone.

I grabbed Henry Bower's knife in my pocket, flipping it open and rearing my hand back before the bloody hand could touch me. I swung, hard, slicing through the wrist of the hadn't right when I heard the mirror in the front room with the others shatter to the ground. When the hadn't was sliced, a burst of force made me fly backward, slamming my back and my head against the wall. It happened so fast then when I opened my eyes, there was nothing there on the wall but the slabs marks. No blood, no hand. Nothing.

"Holy shit, Robin! You good?" Stanley yelled out as he saw me hit the wall, stopping his attempt to open the door and he knelt to my level with me. I coughed, trying to move my back around for a minute to make sure nothing was hurt or broken. I was still holding the knife in my hand, having me look down at the blade of the knife to see blood all over the surface.

"Fucking clown," I grunted as Stanley helped me up from the ground. I placed the knife back carefully in my pocket as Mike, Beverly, and Ben ran over us and the kitchen door. Beverly looked me over as the others wiggled the for some more.

"Pennywise is fucking with us already," Beverly explained, having me nod in agreement.

"It's because we're together, and we're stronger than It is," I answered. It was good to know that we were all on the same page when it came to what we were up against. We weren't kids anymore, and since we already went over the obstacle of Henry Bowers and all of our group showing up together again after all these years, there had to be a small boost within us that made us feel like we were invincible. But we were still missing three of our friends, all three were stuck in the kitchen.

Ben grabbed the door handle, and with a hearty shove using his body the door crashed through.