Chapter 4: The Neibolt House.

When watching movies and reading books and the story is talking about a scary house? You the reader are like "Cool, scary house. Got it." and don't think much of it.

The Neibolt house wasn't just any scary house, it was the scary house. This house is so bad that even the ghosts in haunted houses would be too scared to go inside. Only crazy people and crack heads would go inside and the crack heads are missing. So that leaves Crazy People.

The house looked run down, windows and doors boarded up, this would be a health inspectors nightmare, the wood looked rotten, all the plant life around the home was dead. And yet here she stood. Outside in the gravel stone ground staring at the big red door that just seemed to open for her.

"I'm fucking crazy." Mika muttered glancing around the ground. She needed something for a weapon. Here she was, about to go inside and confront this evil clown to try and get her little brother back. There lying by the steps was a long silver pole, not the best for a weapon but it'll do.

Her hands shook, shes really doing this. Forcing herself forward she walked through the red door, ducking under some wooden boards that were supposed to hold the door closed.

Right away the smell of mold hit her nose. The stench was practically unbearable, something in here was dead. Clenching tighter on her weapon she moved through the house looking for the basement. Thats where the well would be. "Don't be scared, don't be scared. He lives off fear, he loves fear." She muttered to herself walking through the kitchen. The floor beneath her creaked and moaned.

She feared she'd fall through the floor and break her neck. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end, she spun around swearing on her life someone was staring at her.

Mika wished she felt more badass than this. She wished she could be like Ash from Evil Dead, a badass. She didn't feel like a badass, she felt small, scared, alone. "Why the fuck am I in IT? Aren't I supposed to have some sort of fucking guide or whatever?" She grumbled to herself again glaring at every corner, her knuckles turning white from clutching the pole so hard.

Crash!

She spun around terrified, her heart hammering in her chest staring at the broken pot lying on the ground now. Her eyes scanned over and found a small little mouse sitting holding a crumb or something in it's little paws. She relaxed some walking closer to the rodent looking over it's cute little ears and nose. "Aww, little guy dont scare me like that." she muttered forgetting that there might be a clown standing behind her leaving a pool of drool and grinning like a madman.

Laughter. Not just any laughter echoed around the room. It sounded like a mix between Tim Curry and Bill Skarsgård. Her body went rigid spinning around expecting to find a clown. "You aren't funny!" She yelled glaring at every corner as she spun around.

If you were watching a movie you'd see the camera spinning around her body over and over again as she raised her pole ready to swing. "I know you took Georgie you fucker! Give him back." Even terrified she didn't know how she was able to talk so calmly. Because on the inside she was freaking out screaming RUN and to torch the house.

Maybe it was because she hadn't seen the clown yet, maybe it was because she actually was a badass but she knew that was a lie. There. In the corner of the room sat cross legged was a clown. Grinning so wide that drool started to spill out between his sharp canine teeth. Just the sight made her jump. Terrified she pulled her pipe tighter to her chest.

The clown started to laugh, a joyous laugh that sent shivers down her spine. "I knew…" He called still giggling. "I knew you smelled so familiar." He stopped laughing yet still grinned like a maniac. Mika gulped wide eyed. What was he talking about? He was trying to distract her, he had to have been.

She watched fearfully as he stood in one fluid motion and actually bounced towards her. In the quick movement she squeaked releasing her weapon feeling the clown invade her personal space. "Your fear!" He moaned gripping her throat. As fast as lightning he had her pinned up against the old moldy wallpapered wall.

She whimpered staring frozen at the clowns bright orange hair. His nose pressed against the side of her face, she felt a slimy substance glide up her cheek. He clenched her eyes tightly, this couldn't be happening. "Fear...delicious fear."

She couldn't move, she was petrified. "Your fear is better than the other ones." He moaned pulling away from her face to stare her down. Oh god here she was about to die. He caught her and she didn't try to run! She didn't do anything, she just stood there petrified, not expecting him to be fast.

Her whole body was shaking, he was so close, she could smell the sewage smell leaking off his clothes. The smell itself made her want to puke. "I'm not ah, afraid." she whispered trying not to let the fear seep into her voice.

"Lies." His hand pushed further into her windpipe, oxygen was getting scarce. "It's not right to lie." he taunted shaking his other finger in her face as if she was a child. He took another big smiff moaning as he did so, pressing his body closer to her own. He was so tempted to take a bite. Her whimpers, her shaking form, those salty tears dripping down her face. Oh god the smell, the smell was driving him mad with hunger.

"But how…" He muttered brushing his lips over her ear as he spoke. "How is it...you're still alive." His raspy voice called. The way he was breathing in her ear was making her have new feelings. No! Mika fight it. He's so creepy and gross and that smell. Breathing became scarese, her head started to ring.

"I don't know what you're talking about?" She rasped clawing at the clown's hands. Clawing did nothing, her nails scrapped against some leathery and something that she couldn't figure out. It was like he was wearing gloves but they after a freak accident became apart of its hands.

"LIES!" she felt her body being thrown across the room, her head slamming into the wall, she was sure she was bleeding somewhere. He paced in his spot, long strides as she coughed so hard her lung might have been on the floor. "How is it you're alive." He asked again but more to himself. "I feasted on your fear, I watched the life drain out of you. I even let you float with my other children."

Mika blindly gripped along the ground for a weapon. Anything to fight back against him. Her fingers gripped onto the pipe she had brought in. Struggling to stand up she cried out feeling someone step or more likely stomp on her hand kicking the pipe away from reach. She heard the clang of metal bounce on the floor.

She was hauled to her feet and slammed back into another wall. "So how'd you do it? Hmm?" she was shaking so hard, her body hurt, she could feel him in her personal bubble but she didn't do anything to stop it. He was so strong, so terrifying that she was just frozen. Frozen in her spot, having to endure this pain and fear full force. She was so stupid.

Tears started streaming down her face when she actually looked at him, god she felt so pathetic. Give her anything else but not this. Please just leave her alone. "How did you get here?" He growled yellow eyes locking with brown. He giggled to himself, she looked so tasty right now, he wouldn't feast on her fear till he got his answers. She was already making a mess of things for him.

First she stops him from feasting on one child then the next thing he knows is she's around his next meal, and the next. She was getting to be quite bothersome for him.

Mika didn't like the new look in his eyes, she was dead. So dead. She started to struggle but that only enticed him further. Sharp pointy teeth glided across her neck, she could feel the drool dripping down her shirt. Her whimpers turned mufled as his other gloved leather hand covered her mouth, shutting her up.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." Another voice called, it sounded so cheerful and smug at the same time. It snapped Pennywise out of his hungered trance. Mika saw his eyes go dead, she pushed herself further in the wall practically begging for it to swallow her whole. Annoyance wrapped itself into those evil golden eyes. He was inches away from tasting her salty flesh. "Then again...I suppose you wish to die as well."

Pennywise turned his head glaring at the intruder. Mika was barely able to see the other male in the room. Puffy yellow pants. They looked like it was being inflated by an air pump somewhere in the pants but they were just that puffy to begin with. Three orange puff balls went up the chest, a vest coat? Green and purple puffy arms that brought out the color from the yellow pants.

She started to shake more. Two of them. Two clowns. But it wasn't just any other clown, it was the representation of Pennywise from the miniseries. The original Pennywise The Dancing Clown. Why were there two? What was going on?!

"Who're you?"

Pennywise or rather Original Pennywise spoke up leaning forward holding his face with one hand and resting his elbow on the other. "I'm you, an older you, but still you." He grinned his powder white face sent shivers down her spine the longer she looked at the original. He used to give her nightmares as a child, him and Chucky.

Original Penny sighed shaking his head at the newest version of himself. "You kill her, and eventually you will die." The Pennywise holding Mika's throat glanced over at the shaking girl. She wouldn't take her eyes off them. Just how the fuck was there two of them? Two demonic clowns that feast on children and adults. All she knew was that there should be one being in this universe and another in the dark tower series so why the fuck was there two? And why did he have to be so creepy!

Original Pennywise must have noticed Mika's discomfort for him "Would you prefer me in this form?" To her amazement she watched his body twist and morph into another being, it was still Tim Curry alright, but this time his red hair had turned into black curley a perm look, he wore corset that was laced up from the front with black arm sleeves, a pair of girls black underwear where everything was tucked in place, some fishnet stockings that went almost all the way up his legs, two latches keeping the stocking held in place, and some rockin high heel shoes.

Frank-N-Furter. Pennywise had turned into freaking Frank-N-Furter. "Better?" Frank-N-Furter looked damn good that for a moment all she could do was stare jaw dropped forgetting that she needed to breathe.

"Holy fuck…" she muttered feeling the hand slip from her neck, she just didn't move. "Just what the fuck." His makeup was on point. Damn things were just getting crazy now, was she dreaming? She had to have been. But no, the pain in her back and arms and head were all too real. She could already feel the bruises forming around her neck.

"Penny my dear sweet boy…" Frank-N-Furter strutting over to the taller clown. "We have lots to discuss." Pennywise glared down at the male. This had to have been a trick from that damn turtle. There was no way there was another one of him. There could only be one.

"You brought her back."

"That I did. I found the girl that looks and acts almost entirely identical to the original Mika Elizabeth Denbrough." Pennywise, the original Pennywise had brought her to this world? But how? Wasn't he dead? How was this possible?

Frank-N-Furter glanced over at the girl smirking to himself but didn't answer her question. There was a magical force or something, because next thing she knows is she's outside the house on the front porch like she had just walked outside. What the hell happened? Turning around the red door was closed, and shockingly it wouldn't budge.

"Mika! What're you doing here!" Zack's voice echoed in her ears. Mika spun around to see her 'father' running up to the steps and was looking her over. Did that just happen? She could still feel the grip on her throat from Pennywise, so it had to have happened...right? "What are you doing here?" Zack held her arms making the girl cringe in pain before staring up at him.

"I was looking for Georgie…" she muttered unsure what else to say. Because it was true, she was. She never heard the damn clown tell her she was right though.

Zack frowned pulling the girl into a big hug, resting his chin on her head he held her so long, his own fears were there. He feared his youngest was in danger. Pulling away he saw her fear, she shouldn't be out this late. "Lets get you home."

Her eyes widened fearfully, she couldn't go back to the house. Not now. If she abandoned looking for him then he surely would be dead. "No! No I can't I need to…" Zack understood, shushing his daughter bringing his hands to her face brushing some of her chocolate brown hair away from her eyes.

"It's okay...we'll find him." he was acting so strong. He had to be strong for his family.

Zack and Mika ran around calling out Georgie's name causing a few peoples heads to turn. But that night no Georgie was found. The police were called and a whole new missing child investigation had started. It was later that night when it happened. She felt a wave of pain, her head felt like someone had just run over it with a car. Wave after wave of memories seared itself in her brain. All of Georgie. From the day he was brought home, his first day of school, every christmas, every halloween, everything.

Bill had rushed to her side asking what was wrong but Mika ignored him, claiming it was a headache but she remembered everything about Georgie now. Everything.

After a week of searching the police had to break the bad news that Georgie Denbrough might be dead. Sharon had collapsed into her husband's arms at the news. Mr. Bowers spoke softly to the parents looking deeply sorry for their loss.

"You're not going to look for Georgie anymore?" Mika called out walking into the living room. Zack and Sharon stared at their oldest shocked to find her listening in. "You're just giving up?" She was getting mad. Oscar Bowers face twitched, he didn't stand for listening to his son back talking him but he technically couldn't reprimand this girl in front of her parents.

"Mika, wheres Bill?" Zack asked tearfully.

Mika felt the few tears fall as she looked away from the cop to her 'Father' shaking her head she wiped the tears away, crying would get her nowhere. "He's over at Richies. He told you three times before he left." Mika grumbled looking away from the man.

She moved past Bowers father and out the door. She needed to go for a walk. Ignoring Sharon's sobs to not go but she heard it or Zack's call for her to come back. She ignored the world around her and kept pushing herself to go further down the road.

"Fucking clowns." her hands shook as she grumbled. "Why bring me here if I can't even save one person. This is so stupid."

Someone chuckled beside, their footsteps falling in step with her own. "I know, it's so upsetting." Frank-N-Furter called grinning the like sexy demon he knew he was, he was teasing her. The very idea that he was beside her was torment enough.

"Unless you're gonna start sing Sweet Transvestite or talk about Rocky looking like a god or whatever then leave me alone." she snapped glaring over at the sexy transgender beast beside her. Damn Tim Curry. Damn this movie. Damn this book. Damn Stephen King for creating this story. The being chuckled gleefully at her misery. It made her smell so delectable. "Why am I here. There was no Mika Denbrough in the book or movie. I'm basically just an OC in some story someone wrote up on a whim."

Frank-N-Furter shrugged his shoulders, disappearing beside her and reappearing under the light post a few feet away. "Lets just say, someone really likes me. Didn't want poor Pennywise to hurt like he did." Frank spoke slowly, his lips were pouted out and he bent over so he was eye level with the girl when she joined him.

"Don't know why. The only reason Pennywise was created was because Stephen King found inspiration from John Wayne Gacy." The first real Killer Clown in the world. Then Stephen King had to ruin clowns for everyone of the world for creating IT now she's stuck here. If it weren't for him she'd be home spending time with her real family and not get attached to these characters.

Frank shook his head stopping the girl from walking forward anymore. "I bet you didn't know what the Big Guy's rough draft was." The big guys?

"You mean Stephen King?" She watched Frank grin, she guessed it was because she was catching on to what he was saying? She didn't know. He was practically speaking in riddles. "Can ya quit talking out your ass and speak english?" she growled glaring at the being. "Yes, Stephen King had rough draphs, every writer does. They scrap it because they don't like it or it doesn't work well. Will you make sense now."

Frank shook his head giggling to himself. "So angry." he showed his fake pout some of his curly black hair fell into his eyes. "The Big Guy always had it that Georgie would die dear." he watched her rip her arm out of his grip and try to walk away. "In the original William and George Denbrough had an older sister. It seems that the 'OC' you claim to be. She was meant to be in the story. I'm just fixing the story line dear." Frank had blocked her path and pinched her nose when he finished.

"Who am I to stand in the way of Big Guy's true story ways. Who knows maybe you'll enjoy this story line more than how you think it should be." Mika stared at the man trying to get her nose back from his death grip.

What he was saying just couldn't be true. She never heard of some amazing rough draft Stephen King must have wrote before publishing the story. Then again she wasn't the biggest Stephen King fan. She just knew bits and pieces from youtube top ten videos. Frank-N-Furter could be right but he also could be lying to her.

Why would he willingly tell her this? It's not like she was special. She was an idiot. The biggest idiot she knew for going alone in that damn house. Maybe she was hallucinating and this was all some sort of dream, or maybe Pennywise was feeding her dreams because she was in a coma. Or again this was all just a bullshit and she was really just trapped in her own mind in her real world and is locked away in a mental institution.

"Why're you telling me all this? Aren't I supposed to figure this out on my own?" She called rubbing her free nose glaring at the transvestite who seemed to think this whole conversation was just hilarious. She was just waiting for him to start making horrible jokes like he did in the movie. Maybe something about Prince Albert in a can or whatever.

"Why not?" That surprised her. Frank's eyes turned yellow, his iris glowed in the dark. Something in the air changed, she felt herself back up nervously. This wasn't supposed how she thought tonight was going to go. "You're part of my plans." He muttered looking like he was about to transform again.

The chilling feeling returned, she needed to go. Go anywhere. Anywhere but here. Thats what he wanted to see though, he wanted to see her on edge, nervous and get that fight or flight moment course through her veins. The glowing golden iris's died down and so did that dark feeling that wrapped around her like a blanket. She was still uneasy around the man though.

"Try to enjoy yourself...after all you're just a character in a story remember." He smirked disappearing to another part of town. Mika stared at the darkness in front of her, it looked to be moving, almost as if it had a life of its own. It probably did.

Did that really just happen? Was he taunting her now? Maybe she was too comfortable talking to him like that and forgot that he was a freaking demon who feasted on human flesh! "I'm an idiot." she muttered squatting down under the light holding her head. "I'm such an idiot."

She sat there, in the cold staring at the sidewalk ground never moving from this position even though her legs seemed to be killing her. Those golden eyes. Those eyes were that of a monster and she was talking it like it was some sort of person. Like she was stronger. She wasn't strong. She couldn't protect Georgie. She thought she could save the kid, she thought she was stronger than this.

Damn clowns, she hated that they scared her. If she wasn't scared she could have protected him. She could have fought back. She felt so pathetic sometimes.

In school Mika sat staring at the board watching the teacher speak, it was strange how when she first got here, no one batted an eye when she walked in a room. She was practically invisible, Then after the news that her younger brother went missing. She caught people staring at her.

Kids whispered about her whenever she wasn't paying attention to her surroundings. She even got a few students ask how she's doing or if she wanted to eat lunch with them. Funny how it takes a freaking missing person to be noticed. Not like she wanted to. She didn't care about school, her classes she already took, she could do it in her sleep. Also with her advanced knowledge of math and science skills she was one of the best in her class. That was the only perk. Yeah thats totally cool about being in school all over again. Imagine the eyeroll.

"Miss Denbrough." Mika focused her eyes getting out of her daze to stare at the teacher. Some man she never bothered to remember his name. All eyes were on her. Slouched in her seat she spoke up asking what. The male teacher didn't seem to like it. "I asked you to solve the equation."

"No."

That seemed to stun a few students, the rest found it funny. The teacher though, he just fumbled for words. "Excuse me?"

"I said no. What got cotton in your ears?"

One thing led to another and she got detention. She told him to go fuck himself and walked out with her books and went to her locker. She threw her books in her backpack and went to wait out front for her brother to get out of class not expecting Henry Bowers to be out smoking by himself.

As soon as she saw him she mentally groaned wanting nothing more than to avoid the bastard. 'Ignore him, just ignore him.' She thought to herself tossing her backpack on the ground within reach. More to her annoyance Bowers decided it would be best to walk over. "I'm not in the mood Bowers."

Henry scoffed tossing something on her chest. Glancing down at the box she noticed it was his smokes. She stared at him confused, was he actually being nice to her? "Quit staring. You want one or not?" Slipping one out of the carton she handed back the box. She watch him curiously as he fished out a book of matches. He wouldn't meet her eye but gently handed them to her.

It didn't take long till they were just smoking in awkward silence. She didn't know what to say or if she should say anything but figured she might as well thank him. "Thanks…" she muttered softly inhaling some of the smoke. It's been a while since she actually had. Whenever she got a break at the hospital she tried to but Arron didn't like her smoking. She stopped for a while but man did it feel amazing.

"Yeah whatever…" he grunted sitting beside her on the bench now "Figured you needed one." She glanced his way. He must have had to deal with his dad last night because of her, she couldn't tell because if Oscar had actually attacked his son last night because he was wearing winter clothing but the way he sat on edge made her think something had happened.

"You have no idea." so they sat there in awkward...pleasant? It was somewhere in between the two, silence. Not bothering to start up a conversation because they weren't friends. It was just two kids going through a tough needing a smoke.

Okay thats it. I wasn't sure how to end this and I kept going back and forth between two different things but ultimately decided that this would be a good ending for this chapter.

Anyways the bit with Original Pennywise popping up and turning into Frank-N-Furter was just a weird idea that came to mind. I ended up watching Rocky Horror after I wrote him in and gotta say I wanted to incorporate Tim Curry someway.

And the reason I have Georgie dead was because I don't think Bill would have personally wanted to basically be the leader of the Losers Club and go up against Pennywise if he didn't lose his little brother.

I really hope you liked this chapter, so please let me know if I messed up somewhere so I can go back and fix it, or just let me know what you think. Thank you again for reading!