It was Halloween, and you and your good friends were looking forward to going to the town’s annual spook fest.
You’d been introduced to “the loser’s club” as they called themselves, when you moved to Derry at the start of this year (freshman year). Within the first week of you being in Derry, Richie had won you over using horrible but adorable pick up lines, and the two of you were inseparable since.After the two of you started dating, you just naturally became friends with Richie’s friends.
For a while, you could tell that there was an unspoken tension in the group, and so one night you asked Richie. He told you all about the killer clown, Bill’s brother, and it’s horrible history. When you expected him to yell “pranked!” after telling you, he broke down crying, so you KNEW it was real.
So far, everyone except for Richie had gathered as you all waited outside of the festival in your costumes. Mike was a vampire, Ben was a zombie, Bill was a undead doctor, Stanley was a wizard, and you weren’t sure what Eddie was supposed to be, he had kind of just glued a bunch of q-tips onto some of his old clothes. You’d dressed up as a haunted doll, and you were pretty proud of your costume to say the least.
When you had asked Richie weeks ago what he planned to come as, he simply grinned mischievously and said it would be “something that nobody would ever forget”.
“Where the hell is Richie? He should be here by now.” Said Stan as he peered at Eddie’s watch and tapped his foot impatiently.
“Hey guys!” Said a high pitched voice from behind you. Before turning around, you saw the loser’s club’s faces fall. They all looked panicked and scared to death.
You turned around, and you were met with a horrible disgusting looking clown. That was him… that was IT. You were sure of it.
As everyone else behind you stayed glued in place, horrified. You tried to punch the thing as hard as you could. You landed a solid blow in it’s stomach and we’re about to turn to run away when the thing you’d punched let out a “oof” and said “ouch that hurt babe”.
Yikes. OF COURSE your dumbass boyfriend would be the one to dress up as the thing that had mentally and physically traumatized half of the kids in Derry.
“Richie…. WHAT THE FUCK!” Yelled Mike. You thought that there was about to be a full out fight, but then Eddie giggled childishly.
“Too soon man… waaay to soon.” He said
Richie looked rather proud of himself, and then one by one everyone of the losers lined up to punch him as hard as they could. Once they were done punching him, you walked over to him.
“Come on you idiot.” You said with a smile as you wiped his face makeup off using your sleeve, and took the dumb looking ruff off of his neck.