#i forgot mike used to be called frogface

[your-stranger-halfblood-things]

Mike: If we were frogs, I'd like to sit on rocks and leaves with you

Will *blushing*

Will: I'd like that too

[fangirl-1523]

Bad Dreams: Chap. 01 Bad Dreams

September 6, 1983

Hawkins, Maine. I have lived in this crackpot town since I was ... well as long as I can remember. And I have been the neighbor of both Richie Tozier and Mike Wheeler since forever ago. When I first got to Hawkins, I was five years old. And my father, Stephen Strange, wanted me away from all the chaos that happens in New York City. So, I was sent to Maine along with Daisy Johnson (everyone here calls her Skye).

Daisy left around my tenth birthday. And since then, I had been living on my own. Okay, not entirely on my own as every so often I get a SHIELD agent to spend like a week or weekend with me here or there. I was twelve now and it was the beginning of seventh grade. I exited my home and hopped onto my bike. I didn't necessarily leave it. Why? Well, you see since the beginning of school I always left with Mike (Richie liked to get there late).

He walked out of the house and I waved to his mom who watched him get on his bike. Richie exited the door making incoherent noises I knew to be cursing. Okay, that's a first. And what's with the side glance? Oh well. Richie got on on his bike and we, the three of us, were off.

"How was New York, [N/N]?" Mike asked.

Yes, I was in New York all summer. "Cool. If you think being saved by Iron Man from a pile of rubble that turned out to be a rock covered hulk cool."

"That sounds so cool!" Richie said.

"That. That is not cool. She could have died, Trashmouth." Mike told him.

"Well, she's still here, ain't she? I say that's one reason your shitty logic is flawed." Richie retorted.

"Boys. Boys. Boys. Everything is fine. It is perfectly one hundred percent fine." I told them. "I'm alive aren't I? And joining you for the first day of Seventh Grade. So, please, stop arguing with one another."

The rest of the bike ride to the school was quiet. Me and Mike split off from Richie when we saw Lucas, Dustin, and Will. We parked on the bike rack and hopped off.

"What were you two doing with Trashmouth?" asked Lucas.

"Her neighbor. Coincidence I guess." said Mike.

"Really? No hug? No 'how was your summer, [Y/N]? We missed you, [Y/N]'?" I said with a hand on my hip.

Lucas rolled his eyes. "How was New York, [Y/N]?"

"She almost died." Mike commented.

"You almost what?!" exclaimed Dustin, Lucas, and Will.

"Apparently, a rock covered hulk almost demolished her, but Iron Man saved her." Mike said.

Why is he suddenly cool about that when not five minutes ago he wasn't?

"What?!" the three of them chorosed.

"It's no big deal, you morons. I'm alive aren't I? Well, this is some serious Déjá Vû." I said.

Dustin rolled his eyes. "So, what classes do you have?"

"I have science with all of you before lunch. I know that much. Start with Pre Algebra, then Honors English, then Honors History, then Science, Lunch, Music, PE."

The boys just stared at me. Blinking once. Then blinking twice.

"What?"

"You share-."

"Not important right now, Will." Mike said, cutting his friend off.

I raised an eyebrow at him. Mike never did that. To anyone, let alone to Will Byers. In our group, Dustin and Lucas were one duo while Mike and Will were the other. I was just the weird girl that held their group together with a weird connection to the Loser's Club. Whenever the four of them had a guys' night (watching Hanna Barbera cartoons while eating popcorn and candy (courtesy of Dustin)), I would go spend some time with the Loser's Club.

I guess I had alsays been a drifter. And I could not leave that legacy behind me when I went to New York. I drifted through teams in New York. I drifted from the Young Justice team to the Spider Squad before drifting back and forth for an entire summer.

"Did any of you guys hear what happened to the Denbrough family over the summer?" asked Dustin, changing the topic.

"Nada." I said while the boys nodded. "What happened?"

"Georgie went missing in the storm." Dustin explained.

Poor Bill. Wait. A storm? "What kind of storm?"

"People are calling it a Mock Cyclone." Lucas explained. "Strong winds, lots of rain, some flooding, some hail, thunder, lightning."

"There was a chance of tornadoes." Mike continued.

"We were under a watch and we lost power for a little over a week. The flooding didn't go down for almost a week and a half." Dustin explained.

"We were at Mike's doing a campaign when it hit." Will said.

"I have never in my life wanted to get out of your basement as much as I did then." Lucas said, jokingly glaring at Mike.

I laughed at that as me and Mike walled away from the rest of them. We came across the Pre-Algebra classroom to see a line of students. With a lady (I'm guessing that's the teacher) in front of her door with a clipboard in hand and a cart beside her. A cart full of Pre-Algebra textbooks.

"Well, that's reassuring." I commented.

"Hi, [Y/N]." Beverly Marsh greeted me when we got to the end of the line.

I forgot Bev was wicked smart. And by wicked smart, I mean it.

"Eddie's already inside." he's wicked smart too!

I nodded going to stand beside her in line. Mike followed suit.

"Where's everyone else?" I asked her.

"Bill, Ben, and Richie are in History right now. Honors history." Bev explained.

Since when is Richie Tozier in an honors class? I understand Bill and Ben, but Richie? Really? I repeat, since when is Richie Tozier in an honors class?

"How?" I asked giving her a look.

She just shrugged her shoulders. "No clue. What's your schedule like, Mike?"

"Same as hers." He pointed to me with his thumb. Wait. What. "Where's Stanley and Hanlon at?"

"English. With Dustin and Will. I feel kind of bad for Lucas, dealing with Richie." I told him.

"I feel bad for you." Bev sighed, directing her statement to Mike.

I knew exactly what she meant by that. Ever since any of us known one another, Mike Wheeler and Richie Tozier have been called by one another's name. It was worse when Richie didn't have glasses (before fourth grade). It still happens, but there is one way to tell them apart. As awful as it sounds, watch an interaction between Henry Bowers, Troy Walsh, and their group of what I like to call the Turd Gang.

One of them calls Mike Frogface while Richie gets called Frogeyes (which is a pun for four eyes, get it??). We had gotten to the front of the line. I told the Math teacher my name, she told me 22 and handed me a textbook with a lot of loose papers, and I walked on in. Eddie was sitting in the seat diagonally to me labeled 27. Mike came in and talked with Eddie taking the seat in front of him (and beside me).

It was just like that with Dustin, Lucas, and Will and any member of the Loser's club. Why haven't their friends group merged yet?

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[argylemikewheeler]

Why has nobody written that ST/IT crossover where troy and his friend are the first to find richie and they're like "hey frogface" and richie's like "who the fuck are you calling frogface?" and then troy's like "wow, now you have glasses? maybe it was all of that book squinting you do." and then it just becomes an insult fest and richie roasts the fuck out of troy and his friend (i forgot his name wow im terrible person) and then mike arrives and everyone is confused

i love this and you. here, take my brain’s first word dump on this:

Richie didn’t think he looked that much like Mike. He could see it, but not really. Other kids at school though, were easily fooled apparently. Especially those with only two brain cells to feebly rub together.

“Well well well.” Troy scoffed. He walked towards Richie like a cowboy with a full diaper– what a fucking dumbass. “Isn’t it Frogface.”

Richie was trying to peacefully smoke the cigarette he bummed from Billy’s dresser without his knowledge. But now, Troy was instigating Richie, which meant he had to fucking eat literal ash and be burned by his own words.

“Who the fuck you calling ‘Frogface’?” Richie asked, ashing his cigarette.

“Oh wow, James. Check out the binoculars Froggie’s got!” Troy pointed at Richie’s glasses with new found enjoyment. “Need ‘em from squinting at all those fucking comic books, nerd?”

“No. I need them so I can see who the fuck you think you are talking to. Because I know it’s not me.” Richie placed the cigarette back between his lips and inhaled deeply. This was why he smoked; it forced him to breathe.

“Oh, got some fire in you today, huh?” Troy laughed and still waddled closer. Smoke came out Richie’s nose as he laughed at his poor attempt to be tough. “What are you laughing at, Froggie?”

“Your terrible Clint Eastwood impression.” Richie hissed the smoke into his face. “You look like a damn fool, Troy. And James, come on– do you really take orders from this guy?”

“At least I don’t take orders from that little fucking fairy Byers!” James spat. It was a sad excuse for a loogie, landing on the grass beside Richie’s shoe.

“Yeah! He’s practically a girl!” Troy tacked on proudly.

“Why is that a bad thing?” Richie took another deep breath. “We both know a girl who emptied your bladder against your will.”

“We don’t talk about that fucking freak accident.” Troy hissed, pointing at Richie. “She did something with her mind.”

“Use it to think?” Richie suggested. “I know that’s a freak event for you two.”

“Fucking watch it, Wheeler!” Troy grabbed Richie by the shirt and hoisted him off the ground. Richie braced himself against the wall with his feet and tried to maintain a sense of composure. “So help me God I’ll smear you across the parking lot right now!”

“Watch yourself,” Richie held up his cigarette between his thumb and forefinger. “Don’t want to get burned by two fags now do we?”

“Don’t start mouthing off-”

“They’re called Lucky Strike because you are lucky enough to get a warning before your third strike and I put this out in your fucking eye.” Richie gritted, still trying not to fall from Troy’s grip.

“Where did you get these balls, Frogface? Where are you friends to do the fighting for you?” James asked. He pushed Richie and his head bummed against the wall.

“One.”

“Oh, tough guy thinks he’s going scare us? You’ve got nothing on us, Frogface!”

“Two.”

“Oooo I’m really shaking over here–”

“Richie! What’s going on over here?” Mike rounded the corner of the adjacent wall and gasped at his brother. “Put him down!”

Richie fell with unceremonious speed, cigarette still safe between his fingers. “You’re out.”

“Wh-What the fuck?” James sputtered.

“Where is she?” Troy demanded suddenly, whipping around in circles. He turned so quickly, the straps of his backpack slapped against Richie’s face. “Where’s that freak girl?”

“What? El has nothing to do with this.” Mike said sharply. “What are you doing to Richie?”

“We’re just twins you simpleton.” Richie said, speaking around his cigarette. He got to his feet and walked over to Mike. He immediately started brushing the dirt off the back of Richie’s shirt carefully. Their contact confirmed to Troy and James that they were both in fact real and tangible; their eyes seemed to expand in their heads.

“N-No. There’s not two of them.” Troy seemed to tremble with the thought. Richie was delighted by the fear and Mike seemed offended. Mike liked to think he was the palatable twin. “Great. More freaks.”

“Wait a minute.” Richie laughed. “Who are the idiots here that couldn’t tell us apart?”

“Shut it, Frogface!”

“I’m not Frogface, he is!” Richie pointed his nearly finished cigarette as his brother.

“Richie!” Mike huffed and slapped the butt out of his hand. “Don’t encourage him.”

“I’m inspiring creativity, Michael.”

“I’ll be sure to inspire some creativity in mom later when she grounds you for smoking.”

“You wouldn’t dare–”

“Both of you shut up!” Troy shouted, grabbing and clacking their heads together.

“Hey, don’t talk to my brother like that!” Richie and Mike snapped in unison. A terrifying first.

“Oh fuck this.” James scoffed. He turned on a dime and stormed away, leaving Troy, yet again, to look confused and scared out of his mind. Richie took pity on Troy sometimes; he was just so fucking stupid.

Richie suggested from then on that he and Mike would start wearing name tags. Mike of course told him it was stupid and yanked him by his ear to their car. Sometimes one twins just got all the brains and the humor.

ao3

[hotdogjumpingfrog5]

It’s Strange - Chapter 6

Previous Chapters: Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five

~

The person turns around, which reveals to be Beverly.

“Oh, hey guys.” she smiles

The entire group stares at her behind Bill

“Y-You’re b-b-back?”

“I am,” she says, “Me and my aunt came back from Portland two days ago. I was hoping to run into you guys if I came back to the same spots. I never forgot about any one of you.”

Ben ran up to her and gave her a hug, he never thought he would ever see again, and was overjoyed to see her face again “So good to have you back, Beverly!!”

“I’m glad to see you too, Ben!” Beverly responded, while hugging back

Bill sighed, then had the courage to ask her another question.

“A-A-Are you c-c-coming back to s-s-s-school with us?” he asked

“We only got here last week, and we’re literally on the edge of Derry and Hawkins,” she says, “I should be back to school in another week or so.”

“Oh yeah,” says Bill, “W-We’d l-l-like you t-to m-m-meet our other f-f-friend,” says Bill, “S-She j-j-joined us l-l-last w-w-w-winter.”

“Aka my sister.” says Eddie

They both looked at each other, and exchanged grins

“Hi.” Ella greeted

“Hi.” Beverly responded

The other losers were dumbfounded, and didn’t really know what to say to her, it’s been over a year since they last saw Beverly.

“And I’m glad to see the rest of you,” she said while hugging them, “Stan, Mike, Richie, and Ella, glad to meet you too.”

“Guys, it’s really fucking cold out, why don’t the eight of us go to the arcade or see a movie or some shit?” Richie suggests

“I agree,” said Stan, “I think a storm is about to pick up, it’s starting to get really windy out.”

“Black Moon Rising came out a few weeks ago,” says Mike, “We should see that.”

They all come to an agreement, and make their way to the local cinemas.

When they get there, they are a little over an hour early, the previews not even started yet.

Bill, Mike, Ben, Eddie, Richie, and Stan are sitting in one row, while Beverly and Ella sit in front of them, not wanting to take up that entire row, besides, the pair of them already seemed to like each other, as they been chatting for a while. 

“Ugh, they haven’t shut up since we got here!” says Richie

“Do you even know what they’re saying?” says Stan

“No, they sound like chipmunks from a distance,” Richie responds, “They’re just…girls.”

“And what the hell is that supposed to mean?” says Eddie, “I don’t blame you though, Rich, try living with El. Whatever, I’m going to run to the bathroom for a minute.”

He watches Eddie head out the door, then looks down at his popcorn, and proceeds to flick the pieces at them. Then looks at Stan, to see his reaction.

“Really Richie?” Stan says, annoyed

“Yeah, that isn’t very nice.” Ben says

“Damn right it isn’t!” says Beverly, turning around. Her and Ella trying to remove the popcorn off their clothes and even pieces that happened to go down their clothes. “Ella, has Richard been annoying this entire time I was away?”

“Mhmm.” Ella mumbles.

“You like it.” Richie smirks

~

Third day of February, and Mike sits in class next to Dustin, Will and Lucas.

“So, what are your guys’ plans for Valentine’s Day?” Dustin asks, remembering that the day is approaching soon

He could tell by the look on Mike and Lucas’ faces that they had a few plans to spend time with their special ones, since they were the only ones taken out of the four of them.

“Me and Lucas will be going on a double date together for dinner.” says Mike, “Other than that not a lot.”

“Yeah, and perfect timing too, as it falls on a Friday!” Lucas says happily

Dustin looks down, wondering what he did to not have anyone yet.

Mike notices the expression on his face and gives him some advice.

“You’ll find someone eventually, I can promise that.” Mike convinces

“Yeah Dusty,” says Lucas, “I’ve told you that before, it just takes a bit of time.”

Uh huh, I’m so damn sure about that, heard it all be fucking fore. Dustin thought.

“I’m not doing anything that night, both of us can hang together if you want. I’m sure my mom won’t mind.” Will tells him

Dustin agrees, he wouldn’t mind spending time with a friend to take his mind off the fact he’s single. He could tell Will didn’t really care about being single, unlike himself. 

“Oh wow, two freaks making plans to go on a date with even freakier freaks, and looks like we got toothless and zombie-boy going gay for each other!” Troy butts in, while shoving past them.

“Leave us alone.” Lucas orders, not wanting to be bothered with him and James.

“Midnight, you make me sad. Sad that you and your ginger girlfriend have no souls.” Troy snickers.

“Oh yeah, frogface, your girlfriend’s sister is a massive slut by the way!” James chuckles

Troy gives James a punch in the side, and says “Shut the fuck up, James, I do the talking, you do the laughing. Got it? Good.”

He turns around, disgusted by the sight of them.

“As I was saying,” Troy says hotly, “Frogface, I heard your sister and your freaky girlfriend’s sister had some great fun with each other. Oh yeah, how many people did that Evans girl fuck? Last time I heard it was up to 110.”

“Why don’t you shut the fuck up, Troy?!” Mike thrusts his fist on the desk, “Nothing you say is ever true.”

“Even if it was, why did you choose to tell us about Nancy and Cathy?” Dustin asks, annoyed

“Figured you’d love to hear,” Troy says slyly, “It’s a shame you didn’t die, zombie-boy, your family are insane psychopaths. That explains very well why you’re so quiet. Just waiting to secretly commit a school shootin-”

Dustin kicks him in the crotch, twice, before he could finish.

Troy clutches himself in pain, unable to move or say anything.

“Look, I’m not in the fucking mood today,” Dustin snarls, “You piss us off or any of our other friends, we will definitely get Eleven and Cathy after you. Got it? Now stay the fuck away from us.”

They limp away in pain, too afraid to even tell on them.

Mike, Lucas, and Will look at Dustin, and his eyes are like a wild man, and Dustin is glowering into space, not looking at them.

“I think he’s in a bad mood.” Lucas whispers, and Will nods

“Yeah, let him cool off for a bit.” says Mike

~

February 13th, 1986. 

Steve, Johnathan, Nancy, and Emma sit together in the cafeteria for lunch.

There are a few moments of awkward silence, and each of them telling each other what’s on the go, their plans, etc. 

“So, I guess you guys have big plans for tomorrow?” Steve asks Johnathan and Nancy

“Yep, we made reservations for this expensive restaurant downtown of Derry.” says Nancy, “The Boardroom I think it’s called?”

“Yeah, I think we’ll spend the night in town,” says Johnathan, “There’s a hotel next to it.”

“You both make such a lovely couple.” Emma grins

Nancy and Johnathan accepted the compliment, while smiling.

Steve looks over at the rear doors of the cafeteria, and notices four strange looking girls push open the doors and enter. Emma takes notice too.

Nancy and Johnathan turn around to see what they are looking at, and see the lanky figures enter.

The four girls take notice of them, and walk in their direction.

Emma’s nose begins to run all of a sudden. She grabs the tissues next to her, and luckily the running of the nose ends. 

They stop there, right next to their table. Just staring at them.

“Hi, can we help you?” Nancy asks, kindly.

“Hello.” says the leader of the group, whose voice sounds masculine. “I am Hillary Bordeaux. And these are my friends; Catherine Hockstetter, Bethany Hughes, and Victoria Critch. We are from Texas, we currently live about an hour and a half outside of Derry-Hawkins.” 

The four of them look at the four girls strangely, the leader standing about 5′8″ or so, an overweight girl with black hair, standing about 5′10″. Then there’s a blonde girl, about 5′9″, who is really quiet. And the most sinister looking and creepiest of them all, a dark haired girl, who is way above average height for a girl, over six feet, and really skinny. 

Nancy, Emma, Johnathan, and Steve stare at them, not knowing what to do or say. There was now an awkward silence. Emma’s gut instinct was telling her there was something terribly wrong. They looked more like men in disguise rather than abnormal looking girls or transgenders. Their hair does not even look like hair, more like wigs. 

“Do you know where Billy Hargrove may be?” “Hillary” asks.

“Don’t know, don’t really give a fuck. Don’t know who that is.” Steve says, sluggish. 

The four of them’s facial expressions began to change. Their excited looks turned into a more annoyed, vengeful stare.

“Hey, big eyed, dark haired girl. With the emo dude next to you,” says “Hillary”, “You look a lot like…you know what, nevermind.”

The other three girls snicker, while looking at the four of them.

“Are you related to Beverly Marsh by any chance?” Hillary asks Emma, “We’ve heard spicy rumours going around about you.” she says, while licking her lips.

The three girls behind Hillary begin to burst out laughing, and Emma tries to keep her cool. She knew who Beverly Marsh was, her sister Eleven had recently met her when she moved here, though Eleven was very indifferent about her, kind of like she was with Max.

“Those are not true rumours!” says Steve

“Bethany, get over here. Now.” Hillary demands. 

“Bethany” walks over to Emma, and lets out a gigantic belch in her face. Emma cringes, and makes the most disgusted look.

“Huh. Guess not then.” says Hillary, “Whatever boys, I mean girls, let’s go.”

With that, they go out the opposite doors from the other side of the cafeteria. The four of them sit there, clearly weirded and freaked out by those strange looking girls. Something about them wasn’t quite right. They looked unsettling to look at, and they sounded so…gay. They looked more like men in disguise rather than those other trannys. In fact, they gave such a creepy vibe, none of them wanted to bump into them again.

“That was weird…” Johnathan mumbles.

They all agree, and eat their food in silence, wondering what or who the hell they just encountered. 

Steve sighs, trying to change the subject.

“Hey, Ems?” Steve asks, sheepishly

“Yeah?”

“Are you…doing anything tomorrow?”

“After school I’m running errands with my mum and sister at the shopping centre outside town.” Emma responds, while biting into her pasta, “Then we’re going out to have Chinese around 6:30.”

“Oh…okay.” 

Steve looks over at Nancy and Johnathan, whose facials expressions are telling him ‘She’s clearly not interested’ 

About two minutes later, as they are about to get up and leave, Carol and Tommy block their view.

The four of them ignore them, but Tommy and Carol don’t seem to be taking no for an answer.

“It’s a shame to look at the four of you,” Carol laughs, “You guys are trying way too hard. It’s quite obvious that none of you are-”

“It’s quite obvious you’re a bunch of idiots.” Steve interrupts 

“Don’t talk to my girlfriend that way.” says Tommy

“He will talk to you guys however he wants.” says Johnathan

“Johnathan…” Nancy mutters

“You both abuse women and children.” says Carol, “Nancy, you know it. And Evans, I heard your count this week was 17 guys. Covering yourself up isn’t going to hide the fact you are Derry-Hawkins biggest slut, and you know it.”

Tommy laughs like a schoolgirl at what Carol had said, while the four of them were just appalled.

Emma’s eyes fill with anger, and she stands up.

“Look, none of what you said is true.” says Catherine, annoyed, “Steve and Johnathan would never hurt anyone.”

“Oh my god! Evans, stay away from me or you’re going to give me an STD!!” Carol says loudly

People begin to stare over at them, the occasional laughter or snickering could be heard in the cafeteria, but quickly carrying on with their own business. 

Emma’s eyes begin to turn black, rage boiling inside her.

“Why don’t you or Billy ever listen to me??” Tommy whimpers

“Because you can’t fill my needs and I’ve been doing Billy behind your back!” Carol yells

The whole cafeteria gasps

Emma sees someone with a bowl of soup, but makes it fly out of their hands.

“Hey!”

Then, it pours all over Carol. She shrieks, and the entire cafeteria turns to stare.

Laughter rings through the cafeteria, Carol looking angry as hell

“Strike three, now we stay the fuck away from them!” Tommy says angrily

“You guys are fucking TRAITORS!!!” yells Carol, frozen in the same spot

That doesn’t stop people from looking and snickering at Carol from a distance. 

“Can’t wait for this year to finally be over, so I never have to see any of your faces again!” she yells at the four of them, then looks on to the rest of the cafeteria, “And the rest of you!! Can’t wait to get out of this fucking town away from everyone in Derry-Hawkins!!! Arizona, California, New Zealand, where ever I get fucking accepted, as long as I’m far as hell from everyone in New England!!! I will never come back!!!!!!”

With that, she storms out of the cafeteria, along with everyone looking at her as if she has four arms, a random guy calling out “No one cares you clown!”. 

Everyone resumes back to their chats and food, trying to forget about psycho Carol.

“Think she’ll ever bug us again?” Steve chuckles

“I have high doubts.” Johnathan smirks

As the four of them head outside, they decide to go for a walk on the trail behind the school.

Johnathan noticed some fabric off the path, and pointed it out to everyone

They all walk over, and they find female yoga pants, four pairs of blouses, one skirt, and four wigs.

They knew those strange girls that approached them were wearing those exact same clothes.

All paralysed with fear, and worried that those strange girls might be watching them, had fled back into the school, and even looked behind them after to school to make sure their cars were not being followed by strange looking people.

~

Next Chapter: Chapter 7

[hotdogjumpingfrog5]

It’s Strange - Chapter 13

Previous Chapters: Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six, Chapter Seven, Chapter Eight, Chapter Nine, Chapter Ten, Chapter Eleven, Chapter Twelve 

~

October 27th, 1986

The five losers hung around by the entrance by the library, like they normally did. All except for Mike, who was homeschooled, and Beverly and Ella were still at their lockers.

They gathered around talking about their courses, what they were doing for Halloween, etc.

“So g-g-guys, w-what is e-everyone d-d-doing for H-Halloween?” Bill asks

“Me and Richie will be going trick-or-treating.” said Eddie

“Yeah, I got my handy dandy silly string just like I did last year!’ said Richie

“But we’re 15, you guys can come to mine and watch scary movies with me and Mike if you want.” said Stan

“Nah, we’re fine.” Eddie responds, “We do everything together.”

“Seriously, what if you guys get spotted by the people who go here, or even worse, seniors!” Ben said

“Ben’s got a p-p-point you know.” said Bill

“Well, we wear masks, besides, Dusty and Will are coming with us too.” Richie responded

Then, Bev and El joined the group, looking at the ground.

Ella had something in her hand what appeared to be a note.

“E-El, w-what’s that?” Bill asked

“Nothing.” she looked down at the floor

“Are you sure?” Ben asked, concerned, noticing they looked pissed off

Bev sighed and butted in the awkward few seconds of silence

“We found these notes in our locker,” said Bev

The note read: 

Dirty sluts, everyone knows you girls sleep in the same bed. 

Everyone looked at the note with absolute surprise and disbelief, the group have been called fags out of random and are one of the laughing stocks of Derry High, but this had crossed the line. 

“Ooh, spicy!” Richie laughed, while Eddie gave him a punch in the arm. Eddie got used to those jokes about him and Ella’s mom, but wasn’t going to hear anything about his own sister

“Richie, was this you?” Bev said, annoyed

“Fuck no! You guys can’t take a joke? Jesus fuck.” Richie huffed

“Or you, Eds?” Ella looked over at him

“Oh my god, El, why would I write that about my own sister and friends?” Eddie groaned

“Greta.” Bev thought hard, “Who else can it possibly be?”

“Bev, probably not, she hardly said a word to us since grade nine.” said Stan

“I f-f-forgot about her existence even.” said Bill, “D-don’t w-w-worry g-guys, w-we know it’s n-not t-true.” 

Eddie and Richie made the most cringiest faces just from hearing her name, they didn’t want to have the image of that ogre Greta impaled in their minds.

“Even if it was her, she will lay off slowly, like she’s doing already. Like Stan said, she hardly said anything to us since the start of grade ten!” Ben convinced

~

October 31st, 1986

The night has arrived. Halloween night. It’s after 6:15 pm, lanterns and costumes glowing up the streets of Derry-Hawkins

Steve drives Dustin, Eddie, Will, and Richie to their first destination: the suburbs of Derry.

“No one else wanted to come with you guys?” Steve asked them

“Yeah, they all think we’re ‘too old’“ said Dustin

“We kind of are. This was mostly Richie’s idea, but it’s free candy I guess.” said Eddie

“Oh yeah, how’s Eleven doing, Rich?” Dustin asked, “Haven’t seen her in a few weeks.”

“I dunno, but they’re doing something tonight.” Richie said, “Do I look like Mike to you?”

“Yes you do.” said Will

What Will mentioned made the rest of the car snicker discretely, but as Richie heard their muffles laughs he rolled his eyes at the fact him and Mike are twins.

“But yeah, everyone in our group had other plans tonight. What about the rest of your party?” asked Eddie

“Lucas and Max are spending the evening together, same with Mike and Eleven.” said Dustin

“Ooh, spicy!” Richie said with a weird voice

“Shut up, Richie!” Eddie groaned

“Guys, keep things PG.” said Steve, “Anyways, we’re here.”

The four of them hopped out of Steve’s car, gathering their cloaks and masks they put together, to conceal their identities.

“Remember boys, I pick you up here at 8.” Steve reminded

They all nodded and said their okays, then shut their doors before Steve drove off.

The four of them turn to face the street, while hearing the echoes of ‘Trick or treat!’ ring down the streets

Dustin and Will went on one side of the street, while Richie and Eddie would be on another. Then, they would switch sides of one street before meeting and moving onto the next.

**1.5 hours later**

Before long, the four of them had finished the streets of Derry, and Steve picked them up to go to Hawkins.

“Thanks Steve!” Dustin said when Steve dropped them off to their first neighbourhood of Hawkins

“No problem, so you’re done at 9:30?” said Steve

“No, Steve,” Dustin groaned, “Come on, it’s not a school night! 10:00!”

“Fine. You know people stop answering their doors after 10 right?” 

“Whatever,” Dustin responded, “Just be here at 10.”

“I wonder who I’m going to spray my next can of silly string at.” Richie smirked while looking at Steve

“Richard if you do that, I will end you.” said Steve

“Don’t do it.” said Will, “That’s just rude.”

“Come on, Willy!” Richie responded, “Halloween is supposed to be a night of tricks and treats.”

Eddie huffed at Richie’s behaviour, not even bothering to tell him to shut up this time, it was just too exhausting for Eddie.

“Wow, can I try?” Dustin asked

“No, get your own!” Richie then sprayed a bit on Dustin

“Behave yourselves.” Steve butted in, “And have fun. Remember, 10:00, and you guys better be ready.”

The pairs of them went on different sides of the streets like they did in Derry, and switched sides when they were done the other.

While finishing one particular house, Will needed to take a break. It was now sometime after 9. 

When comforting Will, Dustin found that Will’s eyes were moving in a weird way, back and forth, but Dustin figured this was apart of Will’s strange epileptic moments.

Dustin turned around, and echoing in the distance, was Troy, James, and a few other seniors in the car blaring music, and yelling nonsense at every trick or treater in the street

“Fuck.” Dustin said, then dragged him and Will into the bushes

The two of them stood there in the hedges, they were on a stranger’s property, but they didn’t care. They just didn’t want to get seen by them. 

They notice the car drive slowly in the street, continuing yelling nonsense and didn’t look like they were going to leave just yet. Probably drunk, Dustin and Will thought. As a matter of fact, they had pulled over to the opposite side of the road.

Dustin and Will noticed Richie and Eddie coming along and going to one house, then walk back on the street. 

“Hey, frogface!” Troy called out

Richie and Eddie didn’t seem to notice, and continued along

“Hey, FROGFACE!” he called out again

They still didn’t notice, and one of the seniors honked their horn

“Oh my god are you fucking deaf or something?!” said Troy, “Your Hawaiian shirt is hella ugly. Who’s that, another gay friend of yours??”

“Sorry, but who are you?” Eddie asked

“Fuck off, queer.” said James, “We only care about the one and only, Mike Wheeler. Out trick or treating in grade 10? What a fucking loser you guys are!”

The rest of the gang laughed obnoxiously, Richie rolling his eyes

“Excuse me, but do I fucking look like Mike Wheeler to you?” Richie answered, “I’m the hotter twin.”

“Ah, so frogface has a brother!” said Troy, “Don’t flatter yourself, you’re just a frogface with glasses.”

“Speaking of which,” a tanned figure leered out from the other side of the passenger seat, “I think I know you guys.”

He was looking more at Eddie, and Richie or Eddie thought they recognized him.

“Really?” Richie’s voice dropped, “How fucking so?”

“It’s me, Kevin,” said Kevin, “Thank fuck Ben and my annoying aunt no longer live with us, they’re annoying as hell.”

“So are you guys. Please leave.” said Eddie

“Or what, Kaspbrak?” 

“H-How do you know my -”

“Don’t bother flattering yourself either, girly boy, you and your sister are both ridiculous too. But now I have your stupid friend Max taking Ella’s place at St. Peter’s. Neither of them know any social skills. Fucking idiots.” Kevin rambled

“You have no right to critisize my sister or any of our other friends.” Eddie growled, “That’s our own job.”

“Eds...” Richie nudged

Eddie huffed, knowing if they said another word to those random greasers, they were dead.

“Whatever faggots,” said Troy, “Tell your other faggot twins and the rest of your stupid friends to go fuck themselves.”

Then, the car sped off into the night air, going anywhere, with incoherent echoes roaming down the street

“Fucking assholes.” said Richie

Dustin and Will came out of the bushes, rushing over to the opposite side.

“You guys okay??” Dustin asked

“I guess.” Richie looked down

“Look, I just can’t believe they would insult us or our own siblings.” said Eddie, “They’re idiots.” 

“Ooh, Richie and Eddie don’t like when people are rude to their brother and sis!” Dustin teased

The two of them looked at Dustin, including Will, the look that said Dustin, just stop talking

“Oh, sorry.” Dustin said calmly

“After this street, want to cut this trip short? You know, in case they come back?” Will suggested

They all agreed, not even groaning or arguing, they had enough candy, and Steve was probably right, maybe after 9:30 it’s time to start heading home.

~

November 1st, 1986

It was now almost 11 o’clock, and Nancy, Johnathan, Emma, and Steve had woke up an hour ago after they fell asleep after a long night of handing out candy and watching horror movies at Steve’s house

The four of them spent time together for the first time in a while, they were now in college which meant not as much time would be spent, so they cherished every moment of it.

After spending the morning having breakfast, pigging out on the leftover candy, and watching television, when it became just after 12 Johnathan suggested they take a walk on the trail behind Steve’s house. The trail lead to different areas, including the centre of Hawkins, a neighbourhood two blocks away, and even Hawkins High. 

As they were walking, they were talking while the November breeze hit their skin. Sweater weather. Cloudy day just after Halloween; perfect. 

Steve often spit every corner they took, the three of them giving him disgusted looks

“That’s just gross.” said Johnathan

“What, it’s normal for guys to hock and spit.” Steve responded

“Ugh!” Catherine exclaimed, looking at the ground

“What is it Ems?” Nancy turned around

“What the hell is this?” Emma said, noticing some string and toilet paper on the ground

“Ugh, probably stuff those immature middle schoolers used from last night.” said Steve, luckily they haven’t come into our neighbourhood.”

“They still come here?” said Nancy

“Nah,” said Steve, “Not after my mom threatened to call their parents and the police last year.”

“I bet weirdos hang around the trail at night.” said Johnathan

The rest of them agreed, knowing for a fact they did. That’s what trails are filled with at night. Creeps.

They continued walking along the trail, and next thing they knew they were right behind Hawkins High. Memories flooded back when they looked at Hawkins High, even though they only graduated in June it felt like years ago. Now their siblings were the ones in high school. 

A few high schoolers and middle schoolers could be seen playing in the basketball court, but they were just leaving. 

“I know this sounds crazy,” Nancy said out of the blue, “But do any of you feel like we’re being watched?”

“Nah.” said Johnathan

“Probably those weird middle schoolers that think Hawkins High is their land but it ain’t.” said Steve

“No Steve,” Emma whispered, “I feel it too.”

Her eyes turned black, and nose began falling like a waterfall out of the blue.

“Emma, you okay?” Nancy asked, “Yeah I think we should go, when Emma does this it usually means there’s some sort of danger lurking around.”

The four of them started fast walking back onto the trail, Nancy clutching onto Emma comforting her, but their choice of going back onto that trail may have been a grave mistake.

As the back on Hawkins High started becoming out of sight, they spotted a weird object that they knew they hadn’t seen when they came that direction. 

A refrigerator. 

“What the hell?” said Johnathan

“What is a refrigerator doing in the middle of the fucking path?” said Steve

As Steve was about to open it, Nancy and Emma exclaimed “NO!”

“What? Why not?”

“There might be something fishy in there. That was not here earlier.” Johnathan convinced

“Fishy! Very punny, Johnathan!” Steve laughed as he opened the fridge door

But what he saw made him fall back in horror and gag and the others gasp in horror, also on the verge of gagging. The retched smell of dead animals and severed human body parts filled the air around them.

“Do you like what you see, Stevey?” said a sinister voice from behind the four of them, making them jump

Behind them, stood four boys. The guys that were supposedly “missing and murdered” in Derry; Henry Bowers, Patrick Hockstetter, Victor Criss, and Reginald Huggins. Patrick and Victor were the only ones wearing wigs, but quickly threw them to the side of the path.

“W-Who are you?” Steve stammered

“You sound a lot like B-B-Bill,” Henry laughed, “We were never who we said we were. It told us to mess with you guys too.”

“How do you even know about -” Nancy got interrupted

“Shut up, Tozier.” Henry growled, “I know you are related to that four eyed fuck and his other gay twin. We’ve been watching the losers from Derry and your other loser siblings from Hawkins. All of them. Hargrove has been watching you guys too the past year. We got It and the mind flayer’s handy dandy little friend after the dweebs of Hawkins-Derry. It messed with our final one, but now the thing will probably mess with your minds too.

”W-What thing?” Steve asked

“Spicy news too you guys,” Patrick said slyly, “Marsh and wheezy boy’s sister are lesbian for each other, in case you didn’t know. Everyone know about the lesbian fun they’ve been having. Just like everyone knows about you, Evans. You and those other girls are the most filthy and desperate shits of Derry-Hawkins, and you know it.” 

Emma gulped, she hadn’t heard those rumours about her since that day in March in the cafeteria where she humiliated Carol in front of the school with her telekinesis. 

“Bev and Ella are probably screwing right now. Makes me so fucking horny just thinking about it.” Belch snickered

“More spicy news,” said Victor looking at Nancy, “Hargrove and Mrs. Wheeler got the feels for each other.”

“No that can’t be -”

“Shut up, Wheeler.” Henry growled, “You’re just like your brother Tozier, don’t know when to shut up. Neither you, Evans, Billy’s sister, Marsh, Kaspbrak’s sister, or any girl for that matter should speak. Girls are nothing but pieces of shits and sluts who need to be controlled.”

This infuriated the four of them, but were all too afraid too speak as they were armed with knives and Patrick’s blowtorch. 

The four of them tried to get away, but it was useless since Patrick, Victor, and Belch took a hold of them.

“Just like Bill and Mike’s group, you losers are trying too hard.” said Henry, “You tried to go to the cops on us. They’ll never believe you, even if you decide to go back to them again. They think we’re dead. Oscar Butch cop of Derry-Hawkins was my dad. I was the one who killed him. He fucking deserved it. We faked our own deaths to continue torturing as well as being a slave for It.”

“You guys are sick and terrible people!” Steve said angrily

“Look who’s speaking, the failed Steve Harrington.” Henry chuckles, “Billy Hargrove is the real shit, not you. He’s also Hawkins keg king. You Steve, well, you’re a pussy.”

As the Bowers gang laughed, Emma struck Henry in the face with just a bare fist, while Henry fell back and just stared at him.

“Wow, thanks.” Steve said

Johnathan and Nancy managed to slip in the forest unnoticed by the Bowers gang and grabbed branches as weapons. 

Henry got back up onto his feet, with the other three helping him back up.

Meanwhile, Steve, Emma, Nancy, and Johnathan stood there, ready to take them on.

“You forgot I had a blowtorch?” Patrick chuckled, “You fucking idiots -”

But as soon as he set the flame ablaze, it pointed back at him, and not the others.

Emma’s nose was now running, and the party as well as the Bowers gang noticed the 007 across her forearm as she set the flames on the Bowers gang and destroyed the match and blowtorch.

The Bowers gang rolled around to douse the flames, only to have Nancy and Johnathan hit them with logs while Steve and Emma kicked them.

Patrick, Victor, and Belch fled in fear, and Henry laid on the ground with ashes all over his body, who had gotten way more burnt compared to the rest of them.

“Is he...dead?” Emma whispered

“If he’s been hurting people including Mike, Richie, and all their other friends, I hope to god he is.” said Steve

“The other three, they’ve gotten away.” said Nancy

Johnathan and Steve ran to see if the other three were still running, but the rest of Henry’s gang was well out of sight.

“Come on, let’s contact the sheriff's office.” Johnathan insisted

After returning to the sight, Henry’s body was long gone.

While other officers searched the area for clues, they managed to find the wigs Patrick and Victor threw to the side.

“Are you sure it was them?” an officer from Derry asked suspiciously 

“Yes, we’re positive!” said Nancy

“Then how come the only evidence are the wigs?”

“Try tracing for DNA, something!” Nancy suggested

“Whoops, we forgot our equipment.” the officer responded sluggishly, “Because we’re from Derry, it’s not our job to trace that stuff since it’s in Hawkins and not our hometown is Derry.”

“What?! That makes no sense!!” Johnathan said angrily

“Look kid, we’ll get back to you and mention this to the Hawkins department when we get back.”

**Later that night**

Nancy spent the night at Emma’s house, both getting their minds off of it by mentioning it to Eleven, Lucy, and Emma’s mother, as well as watching a film and putting on nail polish to get their mind off of what happened that afternoon

When it was time to go to sleep, Nancy couldn’t help but stare up at the ceiling. 

“The blonde guy,” said Nancy, “Said something about Billy and my mom?”

“There’s no way.” said Emma

“I don’t know,” Nancy responded, “I don’t know why that’s on my mind. Like I hope it’s not true with Billy and my mom. I wouldn’t know who to trust anymore.”

“Even if it was,” said Ems, “You have your boyfriend Johnathan, me, and Steve of course.”

Nancy smiled

“You are right. You guys are the best.”

**Meanwhile**

As Steve and Johnathan were at Johnathan’s, they also happened to tell Joyce and Will about their experience.

“I am so glad you boys are safe!” said Joyce, “Don’t get yourselves in trouble with the wrong people like that again!”

“You believe us?” said Steve

“Of course!!” said Joyce, “I knew those boys were trouble as soon as I saw their faces in the newspaper two years ago, compared to the other kids in Derry who went missing. I must admit, Butch Bowers looked almost as scary as his own son.”

“I can’t believe the police wouldn’t trace the DNA! How fucking petty of them.” Johnathan huffed

“Language.” Joyce and Will said at the same time

Johnathan looked down, still angry that the police were not believing their story. And worried Bowers might go after them, the losers, party, or anyone else for that matter.

“Bowers mentioned something about a thing that went after the kids.” said Steve, “Will, have you noticed anything unusual?”

“Not recently.” Will replied

“Or anytime!”

“Well, last year I had a violent seizure.” said Will, “I woke up and heard voices, then some man with a suit and a bag over his head appeared in front of me, then vanished, but I feel like It or whoever he was was still there, because that’s when I had my seizure.”

“What about the other ones in your group and Bill/Richie’s group?” asked Johnathan, “Have they seen anything?”

“I don’t know,” Will responded, “I’m not even sure if it’s the same thing. You can ask them though.”

Steve and Johnathan then looked at each other.

~

Next Chapter: To Be Continued

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It’s Strange - Chapter 21

DISCLAIMER: Hey hey peoples, so I know I haven’t written a whole lot since June, but since I am not as busy now and am not the type to give up on anything, I may as well finish it all off before the premiere of Stranger Things 3 and It Chapter 2! I have added a few new characters since this is of course, a crossover of Stranger Things and Stephen King’s It. In case you haven’t read the other chapters, links are just below!  Anyways stay gold and enjoy! Next bit will be out tomorrow!

Previous Chapters: Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six, Chapter Seven, Chapter Eight, Chapter Nine, Chapter Ten, Chapter Eleven, Chapter Twelve , Chapter Thirteen, Chapter Fourteen, Chapter Fifteen , Chapter Sixteen, Chapter Seventeen, Chapter Eighteen, Chapter Nineteen , Chapter Twenty

September 18th, 1987

~

It was Friday night, and the party had decided to take a break from the books and spend some time together like they did every few weeks during the school year. 

By the time they had come out of the bowling alley, it was already dusk. 

Neither of them had their license yet, so they walked back to the Wheeler-Tozier residence, which was only a 15 minute walk away. 

A few cars were driving by in the night, swifting past them as they walked

Mike and Eleven held hands while Will swung alongside them, he had been long time best friends with Mike, and got along well with his stepsister, so why not?

Max and Lucas were also hand-in-hand while listening to the jokes Dustin and Richie were pulling jokes and knocking on other people’s doors while Eddie kept telling them off every time they did.

“That is so not funny.” Eddie would say

“Me and Richie are both 16 and he still hasn’t grown up yet.” Mike nudged, “Give him time.”

“Honestly Mike, I don’t think he will either.”

In order for Richie and Dustin to quit their nonsense, Will and Eleven had to make an invisible type of shield with their minds to stop them from going onto other people’s properties. 

“Aww, come on!” Dustin groaned, “You guys are no fun.”

“Mike, tell Eleven to stop or I’ll tell everyone it was you who put graffiti in the back lot.” said Richie

“We don’t even go to the same school, dickhead!” Mike said, “Wait, you did what -”

Their trail of thoughts suddenly got interrupted by a car honking their horn loudly, right next to the bunch.

With tinted windows, cheap engine, and the gang staring at who could be inside, it reveals to be the worst type of people the party know - Troy, James, and two colleges friends of theirs.

When they look again, reveals to be one of the worst people the losers and Max would know - Kevin. 

“Ohh hello there dweebs, I see you’re all in high school but with NO LICENSE!!!” says Troy, followed by the rest of their drunken laughter. 

They try to ignore them, but they keep on honking compulsively, driving the gang up the wall

“Oh my God, shut the fuck up!” Richie yells

Troy stares at him coldy, “Oh, frogface with glasses decides to mess with us, huh?”

Mike and Eddie nudge him to shut up, then Troy and the rest of his gang decide to come out.

“Look, we don’t want to talk with you.” says Mike 

“Yeah, fuck off!” Dustin says

Troy, James, Kevin, and the other two college guys stand there, looking like they are ready for action.

“I think I’ve picked at you enough for one night.” says Troy, “But not everyone.”

Troy’s gang looks over at Eleven and Will, knowing what they are capable of.

“Just a question for you freakshows; what’s it like having a criminal for a brother and slut for a sister?”

Eleven and Will knew they were talking about Catherine (007) and Johnathan, but were so furious they forgot to act upon their powers

Kevin stood in front of James and Troy

“Oh heyyy, if it isn’t two losers I haven’t seen in ages!” Kevin laughed, “Thank god for that, so glad my fat cousin and annoying aunt moved the hell out.”

“Ben’s actually losing weight yknow!!” Eddie blurted out

Kevin scoffed

“Oh yeah, I remember your freaky sister Ella! Not sure who was more fun to pick at back in private school, her or that stupid redhead Max. Yknow, since neither of them say anything hardly!”

Max saw how Eddie was starting to boil, and decided to intervene, even though he was quite a bit taller than her now.

“Look, Kevin, you’re just a drunk prick and need to watch what you say.” said Max, “And to be politically correct, you still go to public school with me. And you’re best off leaving my friends and myself alone.”

Max couldn’t wait to go back to public school for senior year, especially away from Kevin. 

“Do you understand?” Lucas got up in Kevin’s face, ready to take him down at any chance, “Eleven, Will, do your thing.”

Adrenaline rushed in Eleven and Will’s blood, the connection both now-siblings share, ready for the unpredictable to happen.

First, the car alarm goes off, sending Troy and his gang into panic mode.

Then, Troy and James’ pants fall down by an invisible force, causing everyone to burst into laughter

The two college boys have their heads bumped into each others, making them groan in agony.

And last but not least, Kevin pees himself.

Troy gives everyone a death glare, followed by the rest of his gang rushing to the car and for them to get out of there.

“NEXT TIME YOU MESS WITH US OR ANY OF OUR SIBLINGS, THEY’RE GOING TO KILL YOU!!!!!!!” Dustin yells

The car speeds off into the night, tires screeching down the road.

“Don’t worry Dustin, I don’t think they’re going to mess with any of us anytime soon, or ever.” says Mike

~

September 25th, 1987

The following week, since everyone else was busy with other courses in high school, Dustin, Lucas, and Max decide to head down to the arcade themselves.

Steve offers to carpool the teenagers at each of their houses, and him and Emma have gotten relatively close, and she decided to come along.

Dustin and Lucas are the first to be picked up, Mrs. Sinclair at the door waving goodbye

“Have fun sweeties!!” she calls out, “I LOVE YOU!!!”

Lucas is visibly embarrassed, but rush him and Dustin to the car

“Nerds!!” Erica laughs

When they get to Max’s house, Mrs. Mayfield walks Max to the car while Mr. Hargrove could be heard yelling at Billy inside the house

During the car ride, it’s only then they notice that Steve AND Eleven’s sister were actually together, alone.

“Sooo, Steve, Em, are you guys like, a thing or something now?” Dustin says smoothly

“Welllll...” says Steve

“I’m picky, so he’s lucky I gave him the chance. Took a while, but now both feelings are mutual.” Emma responded with a wink

Max was there rolling her eyes at the weird questions Lucas and Dustin asked them

“Anyways you’ll never guess what happened to the three of us last weekend!” Dustin announced

~

Next Chapter: To Be Continued