July 8th, 1986, Derry, Maine
Your POV:
"Did asked us to what?" Tanner asked, pulling a hoodie over her head.

"They asked us to hangout with them." Richie responded.

"When?" Max asked.

"Today at Bill's house." He responded.

If you're wondering what happened with Tanner's little secret she asked me to keep it from the rest of the party but she told Dustin. As I said before, he found it 'totally hot' that we kissed.

Third Person

The party got to Bill's house and hung out in his garage talking about their lives and getting to know each other more. Currently they were picking on everyone's favorite trashmouth, Richie Tozier-Wheeler.

"Yeah so Richie's dumbass got hit in the face with a rock!" Stanley chuckles causing the others to laugh.

"Says the kid who scared of a painting." Richie fired back. The party laughed as the losers remained quiet. Richie stopped laughing after realizing his mistake.

"What's wrong?" Eleven asked.

"Nothing just Derry, Maine issues." Mike Hanlon said.

"What kind of issues?" Lucas asked.

"It's nothing, just something that happened last summer." Ben said.

"Well what happened last summer?" Mike Wheeler pressed.

"Nothing, now remember when Richie's dumbass fell—" Eddie began, shortly being interrupted.

"You guys are avoiding the question, what happened?" Dustin asked.

"It's a long story—" Beverly said.

"I mean we have time."

"Guys it's something that doesn't concern you, we both have our on battles!" Richie snapped agitated by the interrogation.

"Richie's right." Y/n agreed.

"Wait what did you guys—"

"No, it's done and over with." Max said.

"Huh? So I guess everyone's all lying now." A voice said as the lights flickered in and out the garage went out leaving the room pitch black.

"Ha ha Richie cute impression, now cut that shit out." Tanner said annoyed.

"That's not me." He said.

"I know your secrets your dirty little secrets." The distorted voice sang.

"M-mike." El whimpered.

"Richie this isn't funny." Mike said, holding El closer.

"It's not me! It's...it." He said.

"Quit touching me!" Lizzy yelled swatting away at the darkness.

"It's not real, its not real, its not real." Eddie said hyperventilating

"Bill open the fucking door!" Beverly shouted.

"I-it won't open." He said pulling on the doorknob.

"What's going on!" Will yelled.

"Everyone just stay calm and it won't hurt you." Richie said running away to help Bill. Will pulled y/n close holding her hand.

"Will?" Y/n asked.

"Yes I'm here."

"And soo am I, soo just kiss already." The voice said, scarring the crap out of everyone. The room was cold as cold wind brushed everyone's faces. The figure grabbed on to y/n's leg pulling her to the floor.

"Just stay away!" Y/n screamed and just like magic the lights came on and the wind stopped.

"Is e-e-everyone okay?" Bill asked.

"Obviously not." Stanley said rolling his eyes.

"Y/n? Did it hurt you?" Will asked pulling her in a hug. She pulled back her leg revealing a big bright red mark.

"Yeah, it didn't hurt me. Just marked me for death." She replied.

"Somebody better explain what the fuck was that!" Lucas demanded.

"It's a long story." Bill said without stuttering.

"So start talking..." Mike Wheeler spat.

WC: 545

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-bri