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Bill dropped his bike in front of Beverly's building, nodding when he noticed Sydney's skateboard at the bottom of the steps.
He had asked Sydney if she wanted to come and hang out with them, but she sounded upset over the phone, and instead just said 'maybe'. At least she came over.
Bill jogged up the first three flights of steps, furrowing his eyebrows when he spotted Sydney's bag laid on the floor. He picked it up and kept walking, his confusion growing even more when he saw the door wide open.
He stepped inside cautiously, his eyes scanning around for any sign of Mr Marsh, but he wasn't there. He walked a little further, noticing the ironing board tipped over onto the floor like someone had crashed into it.
"Beverly?" He called as he walked down the hall, "Syd?"
He walked down the hallway and stopped at her bedroom door, his eyes widening when he looked down at the bathroom. The door was wide open, and there was Mr Marsh. Groaning on the floor, but not moving at all, dark, metallic blood was still pouring from behind his head.
Bill backed up against the wall, a gasp escaping his open lips. He stepped into Beverly's room, and his attention was drawn to the walls.
You die if you try.
It was written in dark, smothered blood that was splattered messily along the walls.
And that's when Bill knew.
It had Sydney and Beverly.
His breaths became heavy as he spun around and ran back down the hallway. "Syd?! Beverly?!"
But there was no answer.
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Bill had ran all the way from Beverly's apartment to the arcade, where he knew he would find Richie. He had completely disregarded his bike, leaving it beside Sydney's skateboard outside the apartment.
He still had her bag, though, and he kept it firm in his grip, making sure nothing fell out. He ran in, letting the door close behind him as his eyes scanned over the room, before they finally landed on Richie, who was grinning at the screen as his hands moved the joystick around.
"Richie!" He called, jogging up to him.
Richie didn't bother to look at him, too invested in his game. "What do you want? See that guy I'm hitting? I'm pretending it's you."
"I--It--It got Beverly, and S-Syd." He stammered, his mind racing.
He tried to keep it together as well as he could, but he needed to save his friends, and his mind was all over the place worrying about what could have happened to them already.
