Stroke of Midnight- Chapter 6 ~part 1~ (Pennywise x reader)
This chapter was a lot longer than what I usually put, so I just went ahead and did it in two parts. Enjoy.
When you woke up, it was almost 9 a.m. You groggily sat up in bed. Your eyes hurt from crying and only getting a few hours of sleep. Thankfully it was Sunday, so you didn’t have to go to work. You got out of bed and picked up your shredded shirt off the floor. After tossing it in the wastebasket, you dug around for some fresh clothes. You settled on a fitted light yellow shirt and light blue jean shorts. You really didn’t feel like eating breakfast, but your stomach was rumbling, so you forced yourself to eat a bowl of cereal. You glanced around your empty house. Not even the silence felt comforting.
You hadn’t ridden your bike in a couple of weeks, so you decided to take it out for a morning ride. It was a nice sunny day. You decided to ride out to the woods to enjoy the peace and comfort of nature. On the way you passed the old, decrepit Neibolt house. Its yellowed, overgrown yard was dotted with sunflowers, the only spot of brightness that came from a house that looked like something from a horror movie.
As you rode, your spirits rose exponentially. You started nearing Lovers’ Bridge, which meant the woods were just beyond. As you got closer, you saw a group of teenagers right before the bridge. You slowed to a stop as you recognized them. The Bowers Gang. Henry Bowers was bent over in front of someone. A short someone. You heard the kid yell. Without even thinking you got off you bike and walked closer. You saw a glint in Bower’s hand. His knife. The kid yelled again.
“Hey!” you hollered.
The whole group turned towards you, including the boy that Bowers was terrorizing. You recognized him instantly. It was the boy from the library.
“Let him go!”
“Hey, Henry, look who it is. Stuttering Bill’s cousin,” said Vic.
The boys started guffawing and making cat calls. While they were preoccupied, the boy from the library squirmed out of Belch and Vic’s grasp and jumped over the railing.
“Go after him, Patrick!” Bowers screeched.
Patrick jumped over the edge. Bowers pointed at you, his face contorted with rage. “Get that bitch!”
You knew now that you had messed up. You started running in the opposite direction, but you weren’t fast enough. Vic and Belch caught up to you and grabbed you. You screamed and fought against them as they drug you over to where they had had the boy. The two of them pinned you against the bridge railing.