Ever since you were little, you were sexually harassed and assaulted. You were crying one day, after your father had touched you. You heard some creaks, to which you raised your head up, to see a clown, with red hair….the look in his eyes were…..demonic you can say. But he put a blindfold over your eyes, and….you can say kill your parents and family, and kept you for himself.

Years had gone by and you were now working for IT. He had basically raised you now, better than your own family. And you lure in the adults, while he lures in the children. But one day, a group of people had came into town, ruining the plans that.

You were running away from Ben, who was chasing you down as you ran. Your breath was heavy but you still ran. Til Richie made you fall and caught you. Once at the place they decided to have meetings at, you were tied to a chair. You weren’t giving up information because you wouldn’t betray IT, even though you were starving yourself because you didn’t want to give out information about him. You had a Medusa tattoo on your leg, and Beverly saw it, as she immediately knew it means.

“Did….IT save your life when you were young…?” Beverly asked as she looked at you, as you would still not answer, even though you technically made a deal with the devil, IT. You don’t have any fears, none. It’s a wonder how you don’t look scared and isn’t scared.

“Bev, why would you ask such a question? Of course not, It has never saved anyone. He lives off of fear.” Richie said, as if it was a matter of fact.