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Bill ran through the sewers, tripping over his feet in the gray water. He could feel It's manic glee in the air, tasting his fear. He slipped into the opening, standing before the mountain of children's toys and collectables that It had collected over the few eons the clown had lived on earth. He heard It's tittering laughter and Bill began to sprint, fearing for his life, scared that he would slither to to the same end as his friends.

It had picked off each of his friends. One. By. One. First Ben, yanked off the Kissing Bridge by a non-conspicuous looking red balloon, then Beverly. She was beaten to a bloody and bruised death by her drunk and deranged father. Al Marsh had worried just a little too much. Then there was Eddie: he loved his mama but he couldn't handle her over protective attitude anymore. Not after he found out from Mr. Keene that his inhaler was just tap water with camphor in it. He did the stupidest thing any kid in town could: provoked Henry Bowers until he killed Eddie, stabbing him to death with the switchblade that he carried. Richie was probably the most gruesome, but of course nobody in town did see it happen. He was killed by the Paul Bunyan statue in the town square, impaled and ripped in half by the poker staff that wasn't on his shoulder. But Stan.....Bill saw Stan die personally.

Stan and Billy were running from Henry and It, seeing as they were both working together. But Stand and Bill got seperated, It's favorite thing to do, and It attacked Stan in the horrid, demonic woman form form the picture in his father's office that Stan fear the most, ripping off half of his face and head off and consuming it like no big deal. Of course it was no big deal to It. It had been doing it for several milennia and no one thought to stop the cause. It got every single one and the police did NOTHING They just put up posters and went about their merry way which infuriated Bill. But he knew....Ohoho...he knew it would be impossible to escape It...and even impossible for him to make it out alive.

He looked around for a minute, trying to find a place to hide when he smelled popcorn and a tinkling song. A song about fruit. A song about oranges. He panicked and looked around. He saw a cave-in in the mountain of toys and ran, crawling in fast enough to where he was concealed by the darkness. He heard rapid thumping near the mountain and he contained a gasp, knowing It was in Its spider form. Bill covered his mouth to hide the sound of his hyperventilating lungs. He could smell It's horrid breath, the stench of rotten flesh wafting through his many-fanged mouth. The redhead fought the urge to cry as the smell filled his nostrils, the decaying smell of human remains It had consumed over the few eons It had lived. Bill had listened for the footsteps, waiting until they slowly disappeared. He leaned against the back of the cave-in but to only hit something hard and strangely warm. Bill turned but only to be met with the bulboulous head of the clown, seeing the two yellow eyes of It, staring down at him, It's mouth parted into a demented smile, an ominous light flickering through his teeth. Bill screeched as the clown lifted him up, It's clawed hands gripping the soft flesh of his midsection. It cackled gleefully as Bill began to squirm, cursing and screaming violently.

"G-get the f-fuck o-off m-me!!", Bill had yell. It responded with a mimicked stutter then laughed in a shivering titter. There was a glint in It's eye that Bill did not like in the slightest.

"Oh Billy boy~ Your really going to float this time~....none of your so called friends can save you now", It chittered in a chuckle. Bill fumed with anger and tried even harder to push the clown off.

"Shuh-shut the f-fuck up!! Th-they are m-my fuh-friends!", Bill spoke, his stutter growing slightly thin, considering how frightened he was.

"Then why aren't they here to save you now, hm?~", It spoke in a teasing tone, It's grip getting tighter.

"B-because you killed th-them, you freak! I'll kill you for that!! And then I'll leave Derry to find a better life!!", Bill snapped at the clown. The clown scowled, moving It's hand to grip Billy's throat and to pry open the boy's mouth.

"Ohoho....silly Billy....You won't leave Derry..hehe...much less kill me..like you did to the female", It spoke, scowling. Bill didn't know what It meant but he Didint have time to think about what the clown said before It began grin. It began to stretch It's face, the clown's Mouth opening and widening. Bill watched in shock and horror as a glowing ball rolled along the prehensile tongue that slithered out of It's mouth just a few moments ago. The ball shown brightly, so much that Bill had to squint to see it. He watched as it spun, moving closer to the teen. It was only a few seconds later that he realized that it was a light. A dead light, in fact, and Bill could hear screams coming from it. Childrens screams, souls of the dead left to die off. The clown held Bill's mouth open wider, holding him still so he could not squirm. Bill let out a choked gasp as the light floated past his lips. But he could not feel a single thing, failing to squirm as the light moved into his body. Bill tried to move, but he could not squirm in the slightest, the possessive grip of the clown's being too strong. Bill had realized that this was the Inevitable. the one thing that he could not escape. And with that, he blacked out.

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splish. splash. splish. splosh

There was someone. Running through the sewers, murderous intent glaring off of him. Mullet flying behind him, teeth bared and drool seeping down his chin. He was hungry....hungry for the last loser

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"Wakey wakey, Billy Boy~ Your first meal is arriving", a voice spoke. Bill struggled to open his eyes when the sweet smell hit him. The smell....he didn't know how to describe it. It was like all his favorite foods rolled into one, and just smelling it made his mouth water. He didn't realize at that particular moment that the smell was fear.

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splish. splash. splish. splash.

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A boy tore through the sewers, switchblade in hand as his boots spilled through the gray water, mullet waving through the air as he ran. The boy did not stop to notice the half-eaten heads bobbing in the water, emerging with blood spilling from their severed necks. Black eyes filled with murderous intent as they scanned the rotting moss on the stones, dripping with sewage. The switchblade in his hand glinted with the ominous yellow light from the dimly lit lanterns. He snarled, making his way through the sewer maze, turning at every available corner and every so often, turning back around once he hit a dead end. He soon made his way to the mountain, towering up to the top of the sewer, dead and half-eaten kids swirling around with primordial silk attached to them, small cries of their dreams as they begged to be released from the deadlights but could not scream for they were in a dream, unable to awake from the eternal sleep. The boy smirked as he saw a redheaded teen on his hands and knees, staring off into the abyss as he was entranced by the smell of deep-seated fear. He continued his speed of running as he made it over to the teen before stopping before him and grinned.

"Hey there, Loser.", the boy with the mullet spoke, venom laced in his voice as he reeled his leg back and kicked the redhead in the chest and sent the teen falling back on his side. The redhead coughed and wheezed, shaking as he sobbed in pain. The taller male grinned and pointed his blade at the boy before him.

"You are done for, Bill Denbrough", He snarled with glee.

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The teen, Bill to be precise, coughed as he lay on the ground, the smell of fear and unadulterated glee filled his nose. He tore his eyes from the ground and faced upwards to look at the boy with the mullet. Henry Bowers stood over him like a madman, fists shaking as his teeth were bared in a vicious grin, drool dripping from his lips and down his chin. He sneered with glee and kicked Bill again, spewing blood from his lips and onto the rotting floor, scattered with abandoned and stolen kids' toys. Henry looked down at the boy with a happy, almost demonic smile before aiming his knife and stabbing it into Bill's arm. Bill screamed out in pain and scrambled back. Bill didn't know what had just happened but he wasn't going to die like this. He wasn't sure he even could. Bill looked around for something to defend himself with when he noticed his arm, the switchblade handle sticking out. What had been horrifying to a normal person was the knife sticking out but what scared Bill the most was the blood. The deep, crimson blood that dripped from the wound rolled up to his shoulder and floated upwards. It freaked Bill out so bad he tore the knife out, flinging it to the side with a chunk of flesh stuck to the blade. He panicked and screamed, causing an eery chuckle to ring out into the sewer.

"What's wrong, Billy Boy?~ Don't like the blood?~ You should be used to it by now...especially with what you've seen~", a cackling voice rang, It's voice. Bill's eyes widened in horror and backed away from both the knife and Henry. Henry scoffed and moved closer anyway, flexing his fist as he got ready to swing at Bill. The redhead flinched but his mind took him away from Henry and back to the tantalizing smell. His mouth watered and his stomach ached, starving for what the smell was. He was thinking of what the smell could be before he laid his eyes on Henry and it hit him. Well, metaphorically and physically. When Bill had risen his head, Henry has swung his fist and sent Bill flying. The redhead panicked and stood up before running at the boy with the mullet, kicking him in the stomach. When that happened, the smell got stronger and his mouth watered, drool filling his mouth, his stomach filling with such a hunger that couldn't be identified. Bill groaned and gripped his stomach, the hunger becoming almost painful. It chuckled, yellow eyes peering from inside the mountain.

"What's wrong, Billy boy?~ Hungry?~", It spoke, manic glee radiating in its voice. Bill jerked his head upwards and panicked, now knowing where the smell was coming from. He turned his head towards Henry with drool dripping off of his chin, Henry watching him with widened eyes, fear emanating off of him like a feast waiting to be devoured. Bill made his way over to face the boy with the mullet before staring down at his frozen body. The fear pouring out of him was so tantalizing to Bill, as well as Pennywise. Bill's stomach growled with the insatiable hunger, slowly driving the boy to madness. Bill's head went blank and he attacked, pinning Henry to the rotting floor and tearing his throat out with his teeth, ripping off his arms to scarf down the fear-ridden flesh. He roared with hunger as he roar apart Henry, the mulleted boy screaming in pain, crimson blood gurgling in his throat. He sobbed with unbearable pain, thrashing as Bill tore apart and ate his body with ferocious snarls. Soon, Henry went limp, the light and life fading from his hateful gaze but Bill continued to eat, soothing the unbearable hunger within his gut.

After a few minutes, Bill looked upwards to meet face to face with It's maniacal grin, pleased at the sight before It. Blood smeared across the redhead's face, torn flesh in his newly sharpened teeth as he stared blankly into the distance that wasn't there. His eyes dull with the sated hunger as he slowly came back to reality. When Bill had snapped out of it, he looked down and noticed what he had done. He screamed at the sight of Henry's mangled body before screaming again at the feeling of Henry's blood covering him. Bill felt gross, disgusting, and horrified with himself at how he had done this to Henry. ' Sure, Henry was a bad person but he didn't deserve this fate'. Bill repeated these words over and over in his head, hoping to deal with the thoughts of what he had done. Pennywise rolled It's eyed and loomed over the horrified boy.

"Sure, Billy. Whatever helps you cope with this", It hummed, rifting through the teen's thoughts and memories, seeing flittering moments of teeth tearing into skin and bone and Henry's screams of agony as his body was slowly shredded and eaten into nothing. Bill sobbed, hugging his knees as blood covered his tongue and a soft fuzziness filled his brain. His hunger was sated and his mind was exhausted, his body tired from the ordeal that he had just been through. Bill was tired and needed to rest and It noticed.

It knew it was near his time of rest as well as It's own. It rumbled, knowing that Bill was adjusting to the female's deadlight. Though Bill would have to learn about it after his sleep. It reached out and stretched It's face open, drool dripping from It's painted lips and stark white chin. Bill's head went blank and he hovered, floating towards the ceiling as his pupils glowed white with the deadlights power. It grinned before slipping into a slumber of It's own.

"See you soon, Billy boy"