Chapter Text
Somewhere, some time
The terrors which had begun long before the earth had seemingly wouldn’t end until the lucky 7 became 5.
The terrors, of course, had started long before then, and stretched out further than that, spanning across multiple universes.
But, no matter what, those tendrils of evil never spread further than Derry. It sunk its claws into the people of Derry, yes, and it never did fully release them, even after they were long gone.
In what could be considered our ‘main’ universe, 7 losers once again became 5. In the aftermath, Bill Denbrough (who could be considered our ‘main’ hero) thought desperately and wildly: “I wish things were different.”
This was not the first time our ‘hero’ had thought this, no, it was far from the first time. This thought echoed through Bill’s life, ever since that rainy day all those years ago.
The thing was, nothing ever was different. In every universe, Bill inevitably thought the same thing. “I wish things were different.” No matter what, 7 losers becomes 5, just in different ways and different times.
The turtle couldn’t help them in millions of universes, they all repeated themselves. 7,5,7,5,7,5. In some universes it was Mike who died, or Ben, or Richie, or sometimes even Bev. Sometimes Stanley made the flight to Derry. Sometimes the creature known to the losers as ‘Pennywise’ lived. But no matter what, Bill survived, seemingly only to think that thought.
“I wish things were different.”
There was only one universe that strayed from the rest, for reasons vastly unknown to Maturin. He had not stepped in on this universe, no, his powers were not strong enough to change so much. But perhaps some other far away being did? Perhaps they had heard Bill Denbrough’s desperate pleas through so many timelines? It was hard not to after all, as his voice echoed through thousands of years and millions of universes. After millions of years, Maturin could feel a migraine coming on.
Maturin had thought long and hard about this theory. If he wasn’t alone, who else was there? And why had they done what they had of all things? Why not just eliminate IT altogether as opposed to... their solution.
He wondered why he hadn’t thought of it, though, as much as he thought an alternate solution may have been more efficient. He just hoped that when the end of the hellish creature ‘IT’ came in this timeline, Bill would somehow be able to find peace. Maturin had come to admire the boy, for his resilience against everything thrown his way. Throughout watching every universe, Bill had become Maturin’s only constant. No matter what the other variables were, Bill was left a little bruised, a little broken, but alive. He couldn’t say that for the others. He was not familiar with the practice of gambling, but if he was, he would bet everything on Bill.
However, now all bets were off. Because never before was there a universe where 7 was never 7, but instead, 10.