quick lil note: i'm using ipad so no fonts are available .. anyways richie tozier is still finn wolfhard. aged up to 30.
author's pov
"mhm, richie, i think i really need to answer the phone.." y/n cut off richie as he continued kissing her deeply.
"fuck that call. who would even call you at three in the morning?"
the phone kept ringing.
"i swear to god richie, i have to answer this call."
"i'll just answer it for you, jeez" he stood up to the telephone.
"y/n tozier's room. richie speaking."
"r-richie! thank god you answered!" a scared and panicking eddie surprised richie from the line.
"eds what's wrong calm down-"
"HOW WILL I CALM DOWN WHEN HENRY BOWERS LITERALLY IS DEAD IN MY ROOM HUH?!"
"henry bowers? the fuck."
"ring the other losers. NOW." eddie is now scared shitless and he hung up.
"babe, who was that?" y/n answered, brushing her hair.
"it's eddie. he needs help."
~
"oh my god..." beverly covered her mouth in shock as the losers saw a lifeless henry bowers dead on the floor.
"he came to my room. pretended he was a bellboy. now theres a knife on my cheek." eddie came out of the bathroom all bloodied.
"the fuck eddie?! you need a hospital." y/n said and tried to dial 911 when richie stopped her.
"y/n, this is derry. we can't trust anyone."
"eddie needs a hospital. how about i stick a knife on your cheek?"
"y/n, richie has a point. they'll question us for this dead corpse right here and probably accuse us for murder." bill chimed in seriously.
y/n stood speechless, a face of disbelief washing her face.
suddenly, they heard a loud pop.
everyone looked out the window to see a a red balloon floating.
you'll float too.
you'll float too.
YOU'LL FLOAT TOO.
y/n kept hearing the voices in her head.
this was the last straw.
"i can't do this anymore." y/n said with tears brimming her eyes, walking to their room.
"y/n what's wrong with you?" richie said with furrowed eyebrows.
"what's wrong with me? what's wrong with you! you don't care about your life and about others. instead, we're here in homeshit derry about to fight this clown!" y/n argued.
"we made a promise twenty seven years ago-"
"what about the promise we made to our kids, huh? you promised them we'll return home safe and sound. well we don't even know if we're gonna survive!" y/n said as she began to pack her clothes into a bag.
"come on y/n..."
"no richie. i'm done."
y/n tozier walked out the door and hailed a cab.
"where to ma'am?"
"the nearest airport."
"oh, where you off to ma'am?" the cab asked weirdly.
"back to los angeles"
"that's right, wabbit. go home." the cab said with a sinister chuckle.
"what-" that's when y/n looked at the cab driver.
"pennywise.." y/n said angrily.
"it's robert gray ma'am. do you wanna float?"
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" i feel like i really messed up." richie said as he drank water.
"you did do what's right. but i can't blame y/n if she's scared. we all are." bev answered as the others treated eddie's massive wound.
"should i go find y/n?" bev said
"up to you."
beverly rogan , or should i say beverly marsh went out of the hotel to find a grim horrific note smeared in blood.
she'll float too.
beverly shrieked in horror and ran inside to find the losers looking at her worriedly.
"what happened beverly?!"
"it took y/n."
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