Megatron v2 was gonna be here soon. I pulled on the welding goggles, and began to weld the thick panel of steel to the front. I checked the gas flow, good, solid flow. The metal sheets were well clamped, medium thickness and ready to to be added.

Welding wasn't a simple matter of applying flame, then the things joined. You needed just the right power level, you needed to grind down the metal, you needed to make sure it was all still, you needed a good motion. You needed to control your shakes.

I put my elbow on the table, and began sewing the two sheets of metal together. Back and forth, back and forth, working with the flow. The hot gas seared the metal sheets together, making a firm link.

I triggered mad scientist's special ability.

Mad scientist. You see much more than most, and you have begun to master the art of mixing art and science in the world, seeing impossibilities and creating them. You are used to using such creations in the field. Once a day you can ensure a creation has a rare property of your choice.

Megatron was ready. They were a big, bulky thing. Shaped like a large traffic cone, with some pointy bits. I had layed thick steel around them, there to protect them from damage, and given them a pair of arms, one with a belt felt machine gun on it, the other with a flamethrower. Radios looted from toy cars had provided the fairly simple brain, tweaked a bit by a bought robotic skill. Thick metal wheels hid under his metal skirt, there to ride him over all terrain types.

He had a very simple machine brain. It was wired into infra red goggles, crude ones you could buy in this day and age, resting over his metallic noggin, which could aim for heat.

He was my counter to Pennywise. I couldn't get an army, not on short notice. But, I could design a weapon that a kid could pilot, that could hurt him. I was preparing to make an army, and armies needed tanks.

Megatron v2. A robotic creation by you, designed to defeat Pennywise. Durability, 1000/1000. Armor, 20. Special property- symbol of faith. 0/100 charges.

This was designed to be empowered by the ka-tek of the group. To soak up luck charges. It wouldn't have been possible without convincing Bill and Georgie's parents to pay up. I hoped it would work.

"To Dick Hallorann!" I said, raising a glass of beer to the supposedly homeless man who had relayed messages about Bill to me.
"Why did you think I was homeless?" He asked. I looked him over. Thick beard, tatty clothes, everything he owned in a backpack.

"The smell." I said.

He glared. "You try tracking down bad shines and find a good shower in every place you go to."

I had taken him to a pub nearby. It was a quaint little place, with cheap wooden chairs and tables, a tv blaring some sports event, and a small crowd of regulars ignoring us as they got drunk midday.

He spoke again, after a long drink. "I could sense what the two of you were doing. I can see you, a bit. I knew I should help. I met It once."

I nodded. "The black spot. I did the research. Never thought anyone got away." The club, one for black soldiers, had been burnt down by IT.

"I did. You think you can kill It?" He was a powerful psychic. He'd been in the doctor sleep film. His daddy was abusive, and so he locked his ghost and other ghosts in a box and weaponized them.

I showed him my fist. "I'll make the bastard eat this."

I handed over the remote controls. Megatron was standing tall, now with a megatron mask I had bought from a toy store, and Bill and the Loser gang were looking at it.

"Is that an m60 machine gun?" Asked Mike. "It is. Why do you have an m60 machine gun strapped to a bunch of pieces of scrap metal?" He poked it.

There was Bill, the little brown haired bro of Georgie, the psychic leader. Eddie, who had a crazy mother who pretended he was sick. Ben, the fat comic relief character. Richie, the boy who feared being lost. Stanley, the skeptical jew. Mike Hanlon, the black kid targetted by bullies and Pennywise due to racial bias. And Beverley. In the books she'd had a weird orgy to help them beat up IT, and Stephen King was very defensive about how great that was. They hadn't included that in the film because it would horrify people.

"It's yours now. It's because there's an evil clown god you need to kill."

Stanley walked up to my chest, currently the short Georgie version, and tapped it. "Magic isn't real. It's just a hoax made to exploit gullible people. What are you playing at?"

I put both my hands on my side. "Why can't you just believe me! I'm so offended." I wasn't.

He glared at me. "You mocking me." Bill was about to step in, but I waved him back. Stanley continued. "I've heard the adults talking. A lot think you were touched in the head after getting lost in the sewers. There have been others."

I nodded. "Sure. Maybe I'm crazy. You willing to bet on it?"

He looked at me curiously. "What do you mean."

I spoke. "If I can prove magic is real, you need to bow to me and call me-" Georgie injected. "Captain Georgie of The USS Sulaco!"

"Deal. And when I win." He said, as the others watched with interest the fight. "You need to tell everyone magic isn't real, and say it's a lie." I spat on my hand, and held it out.

"Deal." he spat on his hand, and shook it. Disease resistance sadly did not tick up.

I took a handful of dirt, and used it to make a floating clown with my Earth control. "Bow down to me, I am a god." He swept his hand around, poked it, tried to disrupt it.

"That's impossible."

"That is magic."

I then transformed into a full grown man, and grinned at him.

"Have fun. My name is Captain Georgie now."

"Look away now." I told Georgie. I pressed the knife to my chest.

"I can't look away, I'm in my body! Ewww!" He said, as I sliced open a little gash. 1 damage ticked over. The pain was pretty intense, like a fire burning away your flesh, but I could deal. I kept it away from Georgie

I soaped up my hands really really well, and pushed the radio in.

"We need this. If we get abducted again, they need a way to track this."

"Are we gonna get through this?" I nodded. "Together."

The wound quickly closed. Soon it would be invisible, and I would have a secret weapon. I was ready for a surprise.

I was sitting on the roof of Bill and Georgie's house, with Bill. The pair of us played catch, tossing a ball back and forth, with Georgie in main control.

Thrown weapons levels up! Thrown weapons level up!

You could merge skills into other skills. Since I was due to be stuck in a toilet with nothing but what was on some random person's body, I was hoping to add thrown weapons to duelist. I was level 52 by now. Georgie and Bill played a lot of catch.

"I feel really good about this." Said Bill, doing a high ball.

I felt my body jerk as Georgie grabbed it, and tossed low.

"We have lots of weapons. Radios, guns, explosives. We can explode the clown. They'll go boom. Like Alien."

"How did you get to see alien?"

When it came, I didn't get any notification. I didn't hear anything, see anything. I felt a sudden choking sensation around my neck. I quickly faded out as I saw a mutated, twisted werewolf wearing faded Levi jeans grab Bill. He was wearing a high school jacket, in red and orange. In his pocket was a snot stained silk scarf, with a few words on it. DERRY DROPOUTS SCHOOL KILLING TEAM. Below this, the name Henry Bower. & in the center, a number: 13.

I grabbed a knife by my side, and rammed it into my choking captor, as Bill stabbed his. Silver knives. We had them ready. I felt a wet thud, and looked up. Amanda? Brown hair, sweat and all. She was choking me. The knife had gone in, but she hadn't stopped. The blood dripped. What was happening? I felt my head start to fade.

I had to save Bill. I triggered a burst of strength. I kicked the roof. As I was tugged away, as the world faded, the tiles beneath the werewolf that had replaced Henry Bowers slipped, and he slid off the roof. My vision started to fade.

I was tied to a chair. A steel one. Tight ropes. My right hand handcuffed, my left hand tied down. My head felt groggy. I looked up. I was on a steel roundabout, the chair bolted down. Georgie's parents were to my left and right, Beverley Marsh's father was opposite me, Sonia Kaspbrak, the sick kid's mother, was opposite to my left, and a man I didn't know was sitting to my left forward. There were numbers under my hand we could press, and a knife by my left hand.

At the center were five glass cylinders, leading downwards. We were in the Sewers, IT's cave probably. We were trapped.

As I woke, I heard a buzzing sound. To my right was a TV. It flicked on. Pennywise's face appeared, wearing Jigsaw's puppet face paint. "I want to play a game!" He said with a grin.

How did Pennywise know about Saw? Were we in a trap?

Back to Saw contraptions. Next chapter will wrap this up, and we can see how Pennywise and John Kramer see each other. All the prep will come into play, as the transformed creatures appear.

JakewjElliot. Alien v predator is awesome, and he should totally go play sometime.

Watermelonninja. Many possibilities. He takes powers based on what others use. Notably, Pennywise is using summons now. Others will as well.

Mistersnx. Yeah, if you are possessing someone it's a lot easier if they can handle themselves. Georgie seemed solid. It's a pity he got horribly murdered in the original. Now he has a chance to save his owner.

Randomnerd. I liked your name.

Guest. Nah, we have to go through all the saw films.

Next time, the final confrontation. And then, back to Saw.