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#𝟚𝟚: 𝕃𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝔸𝕥 𝕐𝕠𝕦, 𝔸𝕝𝕝 𝔾𝕣𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕌𝕡

There's no fucking way this is happening.

Not today, not tonight, not tomorrow, not ever. 

I had remembered that Bill informed the losers of a small experience with Pennywise back when we were fifteen. He had been riding Silver around town and took notice of the same sewer drain that they speculated Georgie had been taken from. Bill had knelt to his knees in a fit of rage and loss and began to scream. 

"Out of all the kids you could have taken, why him? Why him?" he had yelled into that sewer. This would have earned him the oddest looks from passerby walkers, but he didn't care. He was so enraged that nothing else mattered. 

He didn't expect a response, but he got one. As he had approached Silver to mount her once more, the wistful and gross voice had drifted from the deepest depths of the drain. "Why? Because you weren't there. HA!"

That was the moment that Bill felt responsible for what had happened to his brother. He wasn't there to save him. 

But I was. I was here, and I was going to save Eddie if it was the last thing I ever did.

And hey, considering the circumstances, it very well could be.

And at that, Eddie began to cry, in helpless, subtle gasps. He needed and wanted his inhaler, but it was too far from his reach. His face was scrunched like a little kid that was ready to burst into new tears. I could imagine that his life was flashing before his eyes, and he didn't like what he saw.

I couldn't blame Eddie, though; I wanted to cry too. I felt uncontrollable water prick my eyes and I tried to blink, but it only made the world more fuzzy. I held my hands out for him aimlessly, as if hoping he'd take my hands. I did that when he wanted comfort, but who the hell could relax with a clown hand stuck directly through their body?

"Holy shit, holy shit-" I regained my soul after a while, and that was all I could think to say. Everything felt wrong and out of place. This couldn't be where they closed the story book on Edward Kaspbrak. This couldn't be where it ends. 

"J-just calm down, okay? You're gonna be fine, you're gonna be alright, Eds, you hear me? You're gonna be alright, you're going to be fine-"

The clown simply cackled. I was afraid, and Eddie was afraid, and every member of the losers club was fucking afraid, and that's exactly what the spider had wanted. We only made it more hungry with every terrified scream we let out. "Uh oh!" It shouted in a fake, mocking tone, before drawing Its outstretched arm back and tossing it forward with a mighty throw, which sent Eddie across the large tunnel and plummeting into the wall. 

My eyes shot up and I immediately jumped to my feet, letting out a troubled gasp and sudden yell as a terrible smacking noise echoed off the walls. I didn't hesitate to take off running toward Eddie, my hands quivering as I found him laying against the floor. I turned him over as if I was poking animal roadkill on the side of the road. 

"Eddie, come on, look at me, buddy." I hated how vulnerable and shaky I sounded, but no matter how hard I swallowed, I couldn't stop it. 

His eyes fluttered in disassociation. He looked up at me as if he didn't know who I was. He suddenly winced in pain from my movement, and I immediately moved my hands away in a panicky manner.

"Stop l-looking so scared, okay? It's making me scared..." he cried softly to himself, with no real intention. He seemed as if he wanted to stop, but he couldn't for the life of him. "I don't even want to look, man, I-"

That was okay. I didn't either. But I did anyway, and I had to hold back the convulsion in my stomach. He had unleashed a large, stringy, blood-covered hole in the center of his abdomen, that looked almost cracked and wet with dark black inner substances. You never realize how much blood is in a person until you see it all spilled out in front of you.