pretty boy: finn wolfhard

richie tozier: found in the sewers

tw: cheating, killer clown, and  getting kidnapped

aged up to 15, let's just move pennywise's 27 years timeline for this story

pt.2?

"i'm sorry."

y/n crumpled his stupid "i'm sorry" letter and shoved it in her pocket.

stupid letter.

stupid relationship.

stupid boy.

stupid girl.

she was aware of richie's reputation and record with girls, but she thought he loved her differently because of the things they shared.

she thought they had that dumb spark every couple gush over.

her thoughts run wild as she walks home, her hands in her pockets.

but one hand was still holding the crumpled letter.

suddenly, she stops walking.

she looks around her and comes to a realization.

"wait, this isn't my street."

it's richie's.

y/n saw richie's house and immediately looked away.

she turns around and starts walking the other way until she realized that she still has his letter.

she debated if she should leave it at his doorstep or throw it away.

"why don't you throw it in the sewers? it'll wash away like you," a voice spoke.

"what?" y/n's eyes widen as she looks around, "throw it in the sewers? that's littering! who's there?" she looks around once more.

"it's me, pennywise the dancing clown!" says the same voice.

this time, y/n looks down at the sewers.

she lets out a small scream when her eyes meet with bright yellow ones.

"who- what-"

"i understand your pain, y/n," pennywise sadly speaks, "i know what it's like."

she shakes her head, "no, no you don't."

"oh, but i do," he smiles creepily.

"i understand what it feels like to not feel loved. you're neglected, i get that. we're the same."

she shakes her head again, "you're lying."

he frowns, "that hurts, y/n. i'm trying to make you feel less lonely here."

y/n scoffs, "well, you're not helping."

as she was about to leave, pennywise spoke again.

she stops from waking any further, her back facing him.

"say, why don't you come down here with us?"

us?

"we all float down here. when you're down here with us, you'll float too!"

suddenly, she hears this weird stretching noise from behind.

she slowly turns around and sees his white-gloved hand reaching out for her leg.

but before she could turn back around or run, his arm grabs her.

he yanks her to the ground, her face making harsh contact with the ground as she screams for help.

"call for help all you want, no one will hear you when you're floating and dead."

that was the last thing she heard.

but that wasn't the last thing richie heard.

he had just gotten home when a blood-curdling scream caught his attention.

he rushes out of his house and searched everywhere but found nothing.

however, as he was about to head back in, he notices something that once belonged to him right by the storm drain.

he slowly approaches it. he bends down on one knee and picks the piece of paper up.

it was all crumpled and dirty.

but curiosity killed the cat.

he unfolds it and reads its contents.

"i'm sorry."

it was his apology letter. but why was it here? so many questions filled his mind.

was y/n here?

why was it next to a storm drain?

slowly, everything started to make sense.

he immediately gets up and grabs his bike before heading to mike's house.

he knew about that stupid killer clown, mike told him all about it. 

but he never listened. he just laughed at it along with everyone else.

if only they listened to mike.