AN - I hope you all enjoy this and have a great day!

Also I know Georgie was supposed to be what? 5? 6? In the book, but I used the actor's age, just so you know! And tell me your favorite ship in this fic or just your OTP from IT in general!

I repeat, enjoy!

Bill suggested they go to his house so they could pinpoint exactly where they should make their next move in order to find out where IT's possible hideout could be. He figured it had to be hiding somewhere private. That had to be right or else everyone in Derry would report seeing a buck toothed clown scaring the shit out of their kids. If this thing was the cause of all the disappearances, then those kids wouldn't still be alive to tell anyone.

With the exception of Richie, the other kids have seen the most abnormal spectacles one could imagine.

As they rode their bikes towards the Denbrough household, all they could think of was that if they did find where IT lived, what on Earth could they do to stop it from killing again? They were nobodies Who was going to believe them?

Even if there was a snowballs chance in Hell they could track it, there was still little hope for success. This was a suicide mission.

Halting to a stop and dumping the bikes on the side of the road, everyone followed Bill through his front door; it was a pretty cool place. Compared to Ben's or Beverly's houses, the Denbrough's could have passed it off as being rich. Bit of an exaggeration but only if you had lived in a complete shithole, you'd understand why being inside a nice one made you feel like scum.

Bill had gone into his father's study leaving them to wait inside the living room. Richie had taken the liberty of stretching his whole body on the couch, yawning as he rested both arms behind his head.

Unzipping his fanny pack, Eddie took a quick puff from his inhaler and put it away. He realized it has been a while since he used it last. Maybe he was getting better. Before he could double check the amount of pills he was carrying, someone kicked his ankle. "What the fu-", he whispered as he glared at Stan. But shut up once he realized why he had been kicked. Mike was staring at the picture of a little boy who nearly resembled Bill that rested on the mantle in the very middle. "That was Georgie", whispered Eddie yet again. He didn't want Bill to hear.

"How old was he?", whispered Ben.

Richie became solemn which was rare for him. "Nine", he answered without opening his eyes.

Brief silence.

Beverly went beside Mike to admire the same picture. "I've only seen him once. He was trick or treating."

"Are we being fair to Bill?", asked Nora as she bit her lip. "We shouldn't keep feeding his obsession. It's not healthy."

"Do you have siblings?", asked Bill, a long rolled up piece of paper in his hand and a photo projector in the other. His friends turned to look at him. None of them heard him come in.

His hardened expression dug into Nora like a nail. She narrowed her eyes. "No, I don't", she said saddened that he heard her. "But I have that bum", she said pointing to Richie.

"You love me", he responded as he smiled showing all his teeth.

Bill nodded for them to follow him outside. They followed suit to the garage. "My dad hates it when I borrow his stuff if he finds out I did, he'll burst a lung. One of you help me", he said motioning to the garage door. Mike lifted it up high enough for everyone to get inside then proceeded to shut it. Unrolling the parchment, Bill handed the other edge to Stan so they could pin the oversized map of Derry up on the wall. Nora made sure it was dark as Ben and Mike set up the projector so it was facing the map.

Once everything was set up and the kids took a seat, Bill turned it on and placed a small slide into the slot that shone against the map perfectly. There were red lines going up and down what appeared to be the streets of Derry. "Okay, look", said Bill. "That storm drain. That's where Georgie disappeared." Half the kids still weren't sure what exactly happened to his little brother that day. But they remained quiet. "There's the Ironworks and the Black Spot. Everywhere IT happens i-it's all connected by the sewers and they all meet up at the-"

"The well-house", said Ben.

"That's the house on Neibolt Street", said Stan as he fidgeted on the broken stool he was sitting on.

Richie looked at Bill. "You mean the creepy ass house where all the junkies and hobos like to sleep?"

"I hate that place. Always feels like it's watching me", said Bev. She did her best to avoid that old house at all cost.

"That's where I saw IT. That's where I saw the clown", gasped Eddie as he scrambled for his inhaler. "It tried to chase me inside but I got out the backyard", he breathed taking more than one spritz, ignoring Richie's suggestions to calm the fuck down.

Stan laid a hand on Nora's shoulder as she sat on the floor next to him, resting her head on his hip and wrapping her arm around his leg. "I remember when I first got to Derry. I was lost walking home and I saw that place. Looks like the Addams family mansion if they blew it up."

"T-t-that's where IT lives", said Bill convinced he was right.

"I can't imagine anything ever wanting to live there", said Stan.

"I don't get it", said Mike slowly as he thought about how crazy this all was while trying to make piece by piece fit. "Why would someone rebuild a house over the well. Who would do that?"

"They probably just wanted it for their own personal giant toilet. That's what that dump smells like", joked Richie. "Am I wrong?"

Eddie took another spritz before jumping up causing a bucket to fall over. He started breathing uncontrollably, pacing back and forth. "Can we stop talking about this? I can barely breathe. It's summer! We're kids! I can barely breathe, I'm having a fucking asthma attack!"

"Relax-"

"Eddie, calm d-"

"Just-"

Nobody could blame him for being scared as they tried to make him shut up.

"I'm not doing this!", exclaimed Eddie as he ripped the map off the wall.

Bill stood up outraged. "What the Hell! Put the map back!"

The germophobe shook his head, holding his inhaler in front of him like a shield.

Suddenly, the projector started flipping the slides on its own until every photo was streaming on a continuous loop. Each photo transitioned into another; Mr. Denbrough, a young man and woman, father and son at a baseball game, the four Denbroughs, Bill and Georgie in a canoe, the family at some park called Acadia, and the final picture that was on more than one slide was Bill and Georgie holding their parents hands.

"What's happening?"

"What's going on?"

"Guys..."

Everyone was mesmerized by different things. Beverly was trying to figure out how to turn the machine off, the guys confused as to what was happening in general and Nora was fascinated by how the projector was moving by itself. She had read about this type of phenomenon like in her favorite book. Telekinesis...

"Georgie...", muttered Bill.

All of their attention went back to the photos. One by one the slides slowly came into focus on Bill's mom and how the wind was blowing in her hair. But as it changed so did her face. Instead of Mrs. Denbrough's face it was a clown, face painted and all smiling devilishly at the kids as though it could see them right now.

Every chair and box they had been sitting on was knocked over as the kids backed as far as they could away from the wall. Looks of horror etched on their faces. Their actions caused some to trip and fall over whilst others grabbed onto each other.

"WHAT THE FUCK!"

"It's IT!"

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!", yelled Richie.

"I DON'T FUCKING KNOW!", yelled Eddie.

Nora froze in place. She hadn't moved until Stan grabbed both of her arms and pushed her behind him. He stepped forward a bit so that he was the closest.

Beverly's mouth shot open. "Turn it off! Turn it off!"

It was Mike that kicked the projector off the stool and onto the ground. There was nothing but darkness for a few minutes. Just then as though it didn't even budge, the projector came back to life flashing on and off. Eddie wasn't prone to seizures was he? IT was there again, this time it vanished. They expected it was over.

Boom! There in the room with them as though it was coming out of the wall, was a huge, nearly inflated Pennywise the Dancing Clown, with its sharp teeth and wild eyes focused on Stan.

"Run, Stanley!"

Quick as she could, Nora grabbed him by the back of his shirt and pulled him into the corner with the others just as IT stretched out of the wall and crawled closer and closer towards the kids. Between the sounds of IT's menacing roars and screaming, nobody noticed Ben running as fast as he could at the door and opening it just before Pennywise ever laid its giant clawed hand on Beverly.

As soon as the sunlight filled the garage, the silence returned.

IT was gone yet the mess remained. Would anybody believe what just happened? The kids looked around outside. There weren't any neighbors running from the streets as though there hadn't been any commotion at all.

What happened was real, no one was denying that.

A still shaken Beverly placed her hands over her heart as she rejoined the group. "Thanks, Ben", she said before she went over to Bill and hugged him.

"IT saw us! IT saw us and it knows where we are", replied Eddie who still had hold of his inhaler.

Bill glared. "IT always knew", he said exiting the garage. "Alright, let's go."

"Go? Go where?", asked Ben.

"Neibolt. That's where G-g-g-Georgie is", said Bill full of determination.

"After that?", said an exasperated Stan.

"Bill, did you not just see what happened? It nearly killed us", said Nora.

"Yeah, it's summer, we should be outside...", said Eddie.

Bill finally snapped. "If you say it's summer one more f-f-f-fucking time!" He'd had enough. Without another word Bill had gone over to his bike and took off down his driveway and turned the corner.

"Bill? Wait!", attempted Beverly. But he was gone. "Come on! We have to go after him", she instructed the others.

They didn't have to be told twice.

"Hold on!", said Nora, heading back in the garage.

"What?", asked Richie.

Nora grabbed the map and started to roll it back up. "We can't have Bill getting murdered twice. Come help me."

Eddie, Beverly and Stan ran back and began to pick up the slides, the projector and set everything back in place including putting all the materials back in Mr. Denbrough's study.

Hopping on their bikes, the kids headed to the next destination they were sure Bill had gone to.

A few blocks later the Neibolt house was in plain sight; it and all its burnt, creepy, glory. The kids stopped dab in front of the house and rushed after the skinny boy heading to the front door.

"Bill! Bill, you can't go in there. This is crazy", said Beverly as she and the losers flooded the front lawn. Bill turned towards them from on the porch.

You wouldn't believe it considering he was a beanpole, but he was definitely the leader type in this moment.

"Look, you don't have to come in with me, but what happens when another Georgie goes missing, or another Betty or another Ed Corcoran or one of us?", he stared, satisfied once he saw he had their undivided attention. He had to make them realize how important this was to him. "Are you just going to pretend it isn't happen like everyone else in this town? Because I can't." He started tearing up. "I go home and all I see is that Georgie isn't there, his clothes, his toys, his stupid stuffed animals, but he isn't. So walking into this house for me...it's easier than walking into my own", finished Bill, walking towards the door.

The kids looked at each other as though silently agreeing and disagreeing.

"Wow."

"What?", asked Eddie.

"He didn't stutter once", said Richie.

Most of them started to follow Bill. Some remained still.

"Wait!", said Stan after he watched Nora approach the steps. "Uhhh, shouldn't we have some people keep watch, just in case something bad happens?"

Bill rolled his eyes. "Wh-wh-wh-who wants to stay out here?"

Simultaneously, every hand except for Beverly's and Nora's shot up.

"Fuck", muttered Richie since he took into account that if somebody had to go, it should be him. He grabbed an annoyed Eddie by his arm and dragged him with as the two joined Bill.

"Richie!", yelled Nora taking a step forward. "Be careful!"

"Yeah, don't worry, Nor. I will", he nodded, confused and grateful in that moment. That was the first time she had ever called him by his nickname. He smiled at her. She smiled back.

With one turn of the doorknob and a push of the door, the boys entered the house.