Fear(IT X READER)

Chapter 9

"Stan! That was awesome!" I shout as I run up to him.

"I can't believe you fucking did that!" Richie shouts as he comes up next to me, laughing.

"My father's going to kill me when I get home," Stan muttered.

"Then let's go hang out at the arcade! Your already in trouble and you haven't gotten to hangout with us a lot, so let's go hangout now!" I suggest. Stan stands there thinking as he looks at me and Richie.

"Fine." He replies. I smile at him and we start walking to the arcade. Richie complains the whole way, since we have to walk there and it's quite a walk.

After listening to Richie complain for a long time, we finally make it to the arcade.

"Finally!" Richie exclaims before running to the arcade door, "Come on Stan, it's time for you to lose at Street Fighter!"

"Your on!" Stan shouts before following Richie into the arcade. I laugh at them before running into the arcade as well.

• • •

August

Weeks have passed and the Loser's club is still broken. I still hangout with Stan and Bev, and I did see Eddie, though.

We saw each other at the pharmacy and were quick to embrace each other in a hug since we haven't seen each other since the day the losers club broke up. We talked to each other, but not for long because he didn't want his mom to get suspicious. That was the only time I saw him seeing as Mrs. K didn't want us hanging out with each other.

As for the others, I haven't talked to them, yet. See how I said 'yet,' that's because tomorrow I'm having a sleepover with Bev and she wants me to come and hangout with her and Bill the next day. I figured it was a good idea because I have missed Bill and it was a small step closer to reuniting the losers club.

I have already packed my stuff for tomorrow, so right now I'm walking around the park, while Richie is at the arcade. Well I thought he was at the arcade until I saw him sitting on a bench, crying. I quickly run up to him.

"Richie? What's wrong?" I question him as I kneel down in front of him. He looks down at me.

"Nothing." He lies. I narrow my eyes at him.

"I'm your twin sister, I know when your lying. Come on, what happened?" I say to Richie. He sighs and looks down.

"There was a boy." He tells me, "We were playing Street Fighter and he said I was good, so I offered to play another round."

"That's good, right?" I ask, confused on why he was out here, crying.

"No, I had no idea he was Henry's cousin, so when Henry came into the room the boy I was playing with insulted me, and Henry heard and he yelled at me to leave." Richie explains, "so I did. That's why I'm here."

I frown at that.

"I'm sorry, Richie. Henry's an asshole, and if that boy is related to him than he is also an asshole that you probably shouldn't hangout with." I tell Richie, comforting him as I hug him. He hugs back.

"Yeah, I guess." Richie says into my shoulder, chuckling softly.

"Want a kiss, Richie!?" I hear a creepy voice say. I jump back out of the hug and look around for the voice.

"Please tell me I wasn't the only one who heard that?!" Richie asks from next to me.

"If you were, I wouldn't have jumped out of the hug!" I yell at him. That's when I notice the lumberjack statue is gone. I hear Richie start breathing heavily.

"Where the fuck is the lumberjack dude!" Richie shouts. Suddenly the lumberjack dude pops out next to you, with it's mouth open. I scream and jump back into Richie, who is also screaming, as bats start coming out of the lumberjacks mouth.

The lumber jack stands up and lifts his weapon above his head. Just as he brings the weapon down, I feel my arm get pulled and suddenly I'm running with Richie, away from the horrific lumberjack. I hear the lumberjack tear up ground from behind me.

Richie stumbles slightly as he tries to fix his glasses, making me stumble as well since he's holding my arm. The lumberjack brings his massive weapon down to the ground behind us causing us fly to the ground. I turn onto my back as I look at the gigantic lumberjack walking towards.

"Y/N! This isn't real! It isn't real!" Richie yells from beside me. I look at him then at the giant lumberjack whose mouth opens as he stares down at us, laughing. I shut my eyes tightly as I hide my face into the ground, listening to Richie repeat himself,

"It's not real! It's not real! It's not real! It's not real! It's not real! It's not real! It's not real! It's not real! It's not real! It's not real! It's not real! It's not real!"

I hear silence, so I lift my head off the ground and look around. The grass is normal. The bench isn't broken. And the lumberjack is just a statue. I sigh in relief as I lay my head on the ground, my heart beating fast.

"I think I just shit my pants." I hear Richie mutter from next to me. I turn my head to look at him as I chuckle softly.

"Well I guess you better change your pants then." I joke, snickering at Richie. He turns his head to look at me, laughing lightly as he jokingly rolls his eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Come on, let's go home." He says as he stands up and outstretches his hand for me to grab.

"Okay." I reply, as I grab his hand standing up. We walk over to our bikes and get on them. I look back at the park as me and Richie ride away, and think 'it will never go away, will it?'