The last thing he remembered was squeezing the detonator. He thought he might have felt himself being thrown back, the blaze from the C4 singeing his clothes. But there was one thing he was very sure of.
Tim Stoker was dead.
So naturally, this must be the afterlife. Right? It definitely wasn't what he expected. He wasn't a particularly religious bloke, but he was expecting something more...dreamlike. Something he'd never seen before.
He certainly wasn't expecting to find himself in an old, crumbling house, standing in front of seven kids and watching them scream as a monstrous clown (worse than Nikola, somehow) threatened to feast on their fear.
It seemed neither the Stranger nor the world was done with Timothy Stoker just yet.
Pearl is a 17 year old farmer girl from Derry. She’s psychopathic, and does her best to fit in, usually going by unnoticed.. But who knows? She might break soon.
She longs to be a star on the big screen — she wants to be SEEN, and ADMIRED for all she is. She will do anything to get there- no matter what it takes. And if someone gets in the way, well, she has her trusty pitchfork (and if that doesn’t work, her axe is there, too.)
While befriending her is the safest option, you’re still not safe from her rampage if you somehow get caught accidentally between her and her path to stardom.
Her biggest fears are never being recognized, and dying alone.
Meet Pennywise | Eddie Munson X (Emerson)Fem!Reader |
Summary: Who would have guessed that the small town of Hawkins, Indiana was haunted by a unfathomable being. One that only could be real in nightmares. You begin to notice things and try to convince your friends there's more going on. Resident 'Town Freak', Eddie Munson, so happens to believe you.
"Are you sure you want to walk home, Chris?" You ask, eyes studying the inky black sky and desolate school lot. "My brother wouldn't mind giving you a ride after Hellfire." You offer with a gentle smile.
"No, it's a nice night." She denies the offer with a wave of her hands, "Besides it finally stopped raining!" Chrissy did a little spin earning a bubbly laugh from you, her skirt flouncing with the brash movements. "Plus, I don't live to far." All three things were true, but she wouldn't be safe alone at night. It was dark and anything could happen.
"I just worry, Chris." You admit wringing your hands in worry, bringing them close to your chest, but she was a free spirit.
"I will be fine. Deep breaths." She extends her arms out for a hug, which you gladly accept, but let her go after relishing in the friendly exchange. She gives a friendly smile and then vanishes off into the night. You take a deep breath and head back down the, empty halls towards the drama room.
Loud cheers followed by Eddie's cackle was slightly comforting, but then it fell silent. The lights overhead began to flicker sending your heartbeat into a frenzy, breathing uneven as you manage a small whine, "Hello?"
Laughter, followed by skittering feet, and one of the lockers behind you creak open. Despite your best efforts to not turn around, you do so anyway, in which after the locker slams shut.
From behind a tall figure emerges, bells jingling, yellow eyes, fiery red hair curled up. Painted red and white face, lips curled up into a smile. "You look frightened." It speaks in a crooning manner that leaves you frozen. Clowns, you had always been terrified of them. Ever since you were a kid.
"Y-Youre a clown." You note obviously, to which IT giggles.
"Not just any clown. I'm Pennywise the Dancing Clown." He steps forward and into the light, still flickering, and you jump back.
"S-Stay back.." You back away slowly the fight or flight response kicking in with the adrenaline that coursed through you. Stumbling back towards the end of the hall where the Hellfire club was currently meeting. The clown grins, teeth showing off, like sharp blades. The kind that would tear through your flesh in a heartbeat.
IT lunges at you and a scream rips it's way through your throat and your chest burns. You turn to run, only to bump into someone's chest. Everything goes quiet for a second and your eyes screw shut.
"Whoa, hey. Take it easy, sweetheart."
That voice. You recognized it, two hands grip your shaking shoulders as your eyes fluttering open, squinting at the sudden intrusion of light. Your eyes find his soft brown ones, caring and soft, "Eddie." You pull him into a hug and Barry your face in his chest ignoring the smell of weed that lingered on his clothes. His hands slide down to your mid-back letting you cling to him, fisting the leather if his jacket in your small hands.
"Easy, easy." He cooes down at you. "I got you, Sweetheart. Nothing's gonna get past me." You clung to Eddie for a good while, before the sobs died down along with the confusing ramblings.
"Hey, look at me." He bends at the waist to be eye to eye with you. You comply looking at him, "I'm gonna take you home, okay? Sound good?" You nod. "Good, let's go get your things. Yeah?" You let the guitarist lead you back to the meeting room where everyone has already left. Gareth probably took off to grab Haley and Holly from Grandma's, making Eddie promise to give you a ride. He was sweet though. Always checking in on you even when he wasn't asked.
The thing was, would he believe what you saw? Would anyone?
eddie kaspbrak and nico di angelo would get into at least 1 (one) fist fight in their time near each other and will would be trying to rip nico away saying stuff like “babe i know you want to murder him, but he’s a mortal and you can’t hurt him” , while richie is just sitting there like “YOU GO EDDIE SPAGHETTI! BEAT HIS ASS!”
This was difficult cause WOW amazing film choices, I’d love any of the losers in the beginning scene of Cabin in the Woods? Like when they’re getting ready to leave, probably Richie as Marty the stoner and Eddie as Dana who doesn’t realize he’s having a full conversation without pants on, Beverly as Jules who just dyed her hair blonde, Ben as Curt who has to point out the pants, & Mike as Holden the hot new guy in the group?
THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR COMMISSION!
I hope you enjoy the story!
This was going to be a great weekend! Eddie couldn’t remember the last time the Losers club hung out. Funny, it was strange how he didn’t remember who Ben was for a moment. Why weren’t they spending much time together ever since high school started?
Putting that worry aside, Eddie was busy getting dressed, packing all the suitcases that he needed. He was so happy to meet at Ben’s house. If his mother found out where he was really going and who he’d be with then he’d spend the rest of the weekend locked in his room. Nothing new.
Something fell out from between the pages of one of his school textbooks. Shocked, grabbing it, Eddie looked at the drawing he made of his history teacher.
“What a piece of shit,” a familiar girl’s voice gawked over his shoulder.
“I was in a hurry!” Eddie yelled, slamming the drawing back between the pages. He scrambled for his inhaler on the table and took a puff. His heart was already racing enough. Thank God, it was not Richie. Oh, if anybody found out about his affection for his teacher then they were going to believe he was some kind of psycho.
Beverly giggled. She missed this. It had been a while since she last met up with her best friends. Just like Eddie, she couldn’t make out Bill’s voice over the phone when he called to invite her. And she almost forgot about living in Derry before moving.
“You know what I mean. Do you hate that teacher? I always draw out the teachers that I don’t like and stick them on the dartboard.”
Eddie groaned, his cheeks growing hot. “Um, no, you see, I drew it-” He paused when he took a look at his friend’s hair. She was no longer his ginger-haired friend. Beverly was his blonde friend! “Holy shit, your hair!”
“Very fabulous, no?” Beverly asked, showing off her short locks like a model.
“I can't believe you did it!” Eddie exclaimed.
“But it’s nice, right?” Beverly asked, growing nervous. Even she wasn’t sure if she wanted to go through with the change. The other girls at school all had blonde hair. She was always an outsider among them. “Could you please say something because I’m starting to get insecure about it and - “
“Oh God, no, it's awesome,” Eddie relaxed her, touching Beverly’s shoulder. “It looks good, really. I never thought you’d change your hair.”
“It was an impulse,” Beverly shrugged, trying to get off the subject. “I woke up one morning and thought it would be a good idea. Besides, we all need a change now and then, right?”
“Bill will like it,” Eddie remarked. He knew that he had feelings for Beverly in the time when they hung out together. Bill could never stop staring at her when they were together.
Beverly snickered, “That is if he’ll notice. Ben will probably notice it before Bill,” she remarked. And then she pointed to the picture that Eddie was holding. “You should get rid of that.”
Eddie looked at the textbook in his hand. Wait, which did she mean? The drawing inside or the textbook itself. “Huh?” he tried to act dumb.
Shaking her head, and smiling again, Beverly walked over to him and pointed at his chest. “Right, Eddie Kaspbrak, Homewrecker. Please. Do you know who you are going to hook up with this weekend? A boy your age with thick glasses.
Again, Eddie’s cheeks flushed. How did she know these things? “God, that's the last thing... if you treat this like a set-up I'm gonna have no fun at all!”
Beverly set up one of Eddie’s suitcases on the bed. He had two which took up most of the floor in the room. Funnily enough, she only packed one. “I'm not pushing you to do anything. But we're not packing this!” she indicated to the textbook.
“This means we definitely won't have room for this,” she said as she took out the drawing from Eddie and dropping it to the floor. As Eddie went after it, he heard a ‘tsk’ noise. When he looked back up, Beverly was holding two of his school textbooks.
“Oh come on, what if I'm bored?” Eddie argued. “And my mom wants me to study!”
“‘Soviet Economic Structures’? ‘The Aftermath of the Cultural.’” She made a gagging face. “No! We have a lake! Kegl We are the Losers on the verge of wild -- Look at my hair, man!”
She did make a fair point. “It’s great...”
Just then Ben burst into the room with a football. Bill was right behind, crashing into the door as he slid into it. He was a clutz, that was for sure. Accompanying them was Stanley who was not happy about their antics.
“Think fast! And a going Mike Hanlon who is in the outfield, or in this case, the streets!” Ben dramatized as if he were one of those football announcers.
“That's a letterman jacket he's wearing and yes, that's a football he's throwing right at the girls.” Bill included in the dramatization as he swiveled around Eddie’s luggage.
He and Bill practically tore about the room, running around and knocking objects over. Beverly had no idea that they became interested in football. Especially Ben. Was he losing weight?
“Would you guys stop?” Eddie asked of them, almost jumping on his desk when Bill ran by him.
“Please, you are going to break something if you are not careful!” Stanley shouted, keeping a safe distance at the door.
“Well, faster than that...” Bill commented, Stanley’s words going in one ear and out the other.
“Ben!” Somebody called from out the window. Eddie glanced out the window to see Mike. It had been a long time since he saw him. Bill threw the football out the window. Jumping into the air, Mike caught it. Lucky for him, a car stopped just in time when he hopped into the street. The driver was not happy with him.
“Sorry. Sorry,” he excused himself, letting the car drive on. That was an unsafe choice for him to make in the first place. He was just so ecstatic to spend the weekend with his friends. So, he went over the curbside and waited for his friends.
“Are you guys insane?” Stanley asked them, clashing at his hair. He looked like he was going to burst an artery.
Understanding the circumstances, Ben nodded. “Sorry, Stan.”
Finally, Bill noticed Beverly for the first time. He froze, staring at her. What a terrible time for his mouth to dry up. “Beverly.”
She smiled. “Hi, Bill.”
“Wow, look at your hair!” Ben remarked. He never thought that Beverly would do something like this. Her ginger hair was lovely. But it was so nice to see her again.
“See, I told you that Ben would be the first to notice,” Beverly elbowed Eddie.
“N-No, I d-did notice! I uh...” Oh great, the stutter was back, too. “It’s really great to see you.”
Beverly smiled at her friends, but her heart fell. At that moment she felt how unnecessary the blonde hair was. They always accepted her for who she was. “It’s great to be back. Now let’s get this weekend started!” she ecstatically threw her arms into the air.
“I never knew you were the type to actually take textbooks home,” Ben innocently joked. He hoped that it wouldn’t insult Beverly. When they did go to school together she was hardly ever in class. She never had the homework and quipped to the teacher that she didn’t take the textbook home with her for assignments.
Eddie took the textbook back from Beverly. “There’s nothing wrong about taking a textbook on the trip,” Stanley commented. And then he was the one to get a look from everybody.
“Seriously? Professor Bennett covers this whole book in his lectures. Read the Gurovsky; it's way more interesting and Bennett doesn't know it by heart so he'll think you're insightful.” Bill explained. Beverly glanced his way. Did Bill actually learn some poetic terms while she was away?
“We’d better get going,” Stanley told them, leaving the room. “Where is Richie anyway? He said that he’d be here by now!”
Eddie got all his belongings together. Richie. He was spending the weekend with Richie. They hadn’t done that in a long time.
Before he left the room, Ben nudged him. “You have no pants.” Gasping, Eddie scrambled to get pants. He was really standing here in his underwear the whole time? Taking a puff from his inhaler, he had to relax. This was going to be a fun weekend.
“Mike! Crazy mad skills of catching!” Bill told Mike once they were outside. They gave each other a high five.
“You laid it in my hands, I did but hold them out,” Mike commented.
“Hey, Mike! How is it going?” Beverly greeted her friend with a hug.
“I’m great. It’s nice to see you, Bev. Wow, look at your hair,” he remarked, taking a look at her gorgeous locks.
“Hey, Mike, how have you been?’ Eddie was next to greet him once he came out of the house. He struggled down the steps with all his luggage.
“Great. Thank you guys for letting me join. It’s been a while since we all met up,” Mike noted. He was not going to bring up the reason for their avoidance. This weekend was not about revisiting the shadows of the past. It had been a long time since he actually had fun. Being home school had its perks, but he did not enjoy the loneliness.
“Do you need help with your bags, Eddie?” Stanley asked his friend. He was struggling to lift his heavy bags into the trunk of the RV that Mike was able to talk his grandfather into borrowing. This thing sat in his farmland for years. Luckily, it was working fine.
“We’re going away for a weekend, right?” Beverly joked. “It’s a weekend, not an evacuation!”
“I have packed everything that I needed in case of any dangerous predicament!” Eddie commented. “Trust me when I say there is nothing in those cases you won't be glad I brought.”
“What could happen?” Ben asked, shrugging his shoulders.
“Tons of things,” Stanley remarked. “We could run into poison ivy, there could be jellyfish in the water, or - “
“Okay, Stan, we didn’t need an answer. Remember, we’re supposed to be having fun,” Bill reminded him.
All that was missing was... “Oh my, God,” Eddie commented when he looked across the street to see a car parking. It was half parked up on the sidewalk, annoying to women who were walking by.
And there was Richie Tozier, his mouth on a huge bong. He looked like he had trouble maneuvering it in the small car that he owned, hitting the horn by accident. Who’s to say that Eddie was surprised. Getting high and joking around was all Richie cared about.
“Richie!” Beverly called out to her friend. Oh, how she missed him. She ran up and gave him a hug. But that hug only lasted a second. “Shit, you stink!”
“What the fuck is wrong with you, Richie?” Stanley nagged him when he ran up to his car. He looked around as to make sure the police were not around.
“People in this town drive in a very counterintuitive manner, and that's what I have to say,” Richie giggled, obviously high out of his mind. His glasses were skewered on his head.
“Do you want to spend the weekend in jail?” Ben asked him. “'Cause we'd all like to check out my cousin's country home and not go to jail!”
“Richie you should know for a fact that this is not okay!” Beverly was next to lecture him.
Richie took out his duffel bag.“Statistical fact: cops will never pull over a man with a huge bong in his car. Why? They fear this, man. They know he sees farther than they and he will bind them with ancient logics.” He paused, taking a longer look at Beverly’s hair. “Have you gone grey?”
His comment resulted in Beverly giving him the finger. Things hadn’t changed at all.
“You're not bringing that thing in the rambler!” Eddie told him.
“A giant bong, in Mike’s van?” Richie went and poured the water out. Removing the bowl, Richie sticks it in a little holder inside the tube and telescopes the entire thing down, pulls a lid off the bottom, and pops it on the top, making it look exactly like a can of Fresca.
“What are you, stoned?” Stanley asked him, shaking his head in disbelief. Arguably, he was happy to be going on this trip. He missed their adventures.
“As Bolde,” Richie remarked with little care. They all rolled their eyes. Well, that was Richie Tozier for you.
“Come on, we’d best hit the road,” Mike told them, waving them inside. “I can take the first lag. Ben, you have the directions, right?”
As they were all getting into the van, Richie elbowed Eddie. “Eds! You fetching minx? Do you have any food?”
“Don’t call me Eds!” Eddie warned sticking a finger in his face.
“Come on, you like it! You know it!”
“No, I don’t! Call me Eds one more time on this trip and I will bury you in your grave!”
This was going to be an exciting weekend alright.
“Everybody ready?” Mike asked in the front seat. The Losers shouted in glee, throwing their hands up like they were on a roller coaster. “Then let's get this show on the road!”
