𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘰𝘧? (Patrick Hockstetter x Reader)

The Sewer (3rd Pov)

The sewers smelled horrid and something about it was unsettling. The smell stung [Y/n]'s nose and gave him a chill up his spine. It was disgusting in here. There was trash floating around and other unidentifiable objects. It was eerily quiet aside from the dripping water coming from somewhere near by. [Y/n] pushed further into the sewer. He wanted to turn around and go back but something drew him further in. Something... That couldn't be explained. [Y/n] had a gut wrenching feeling that something terrible was going to come from these sewers. He had no business being in here. He was torn between wanting to make things right or wanting to see the sun again.

"I'm going to die in here." He affirmed before continuing forward.

***

Patrick was much deeper into the maze of sewer pipes, still believing he was chasing after Ben. Splashing sounded against the walls. He shook a can and tilted his lighter in front of it, creating a makeshift flamethrower.

"I hear ya, tits." His voice echoed, "Don't think you can stay down here all damn day now."

He lit the fire again, stepping further and further into the sewers. He had no knowledge of [Y/n] being somewhere behind him. He had no knowledge of anything else in there either. He pushed farther in, no memory of which way he came in. The occasional dripping and sloshing had stopped.

"I found you, Patrick." An eerie voice rang out. He lit the fire again and took a step forward. There was nothing. He took another step. Something began to trickle down his ankle. Just the water he had assumed. Another step forward.

BAM

The water erupted with leeches flying everywhere. They surrounded Patrick, attaching themselves wherever they could. The had stuck themselves on his arms, his chest and torso, and along side his legs. In response to the sudden explosion of parasites, he had dropped his can and lighter and began to swat at them. He desperately tried to avoid any from attaching themselves to his face or neck. Hitting and ripping them off of himself only for ten more to appear. Unable to rid himself of the swarm, he tried to escape them.

He ran, still swatting and ripping the leeches off. Sweat flooded down his back and his pants soaked from sewage. The leeches dug jagged, little teeth into his skin. He had tripped over something in the water and fell over. More leeches emerged from the water and crawled up his body.

"GET THE FUCK OFF!" He yelled sweeping them of himself the best he could.

He quickly scampered up and began to run again, swatting to keep his face safe. Not paying any attention to where he ran, he found himself at a dead end.

***

[Y/n] made sure to remember exactly which turns he made. While he was sure he was going to die in the sewers, he wanted to still try and get out. Why was he so obsessed with trying to apologize to Patrick? All he needed to say was two simple words to him. Instead, [Y/n] was walking through a sewer, of all places. Could've been in a back alley in town or the fields down by the back-ways. No. It was the disgusting, horrid-smelling, disease-promising sewer.

"Patrick?" He called out, wishing the lanky boy would just appear so they could get out already. "Are you even in here?"

"You ruined everything" A low, distorted voice whispered. It sent chills down [Y/n ]'s spine.

"Everything is ruined because of you." It echoed through the sewer.

"Probably!" [Y/n] shouted, echoing even louder. The whispering had stopped. He took a deep breath and continued forward.

He figured that he had most definitely ruined everything. He knew that there was not even the slightest chance that Patrick would ever forgive him. He imagined that Patrick would never talk to him again and just forget he ever existed.

Just as [Y/n] had wished a month ago.

Except now, he wanted the opposite. He wanted to be messing around with Patrick and Victor and Belch and Henry. He wanted to speed around town and throw eggs at his uncle's house. He wanted to watch the four drink and try to fight each other at the junkyard. He wanted to sneak out past the curfew and stay up till 4 am watching movies. He wanted to be with his friends again, with Patrick again. But he needed to apologize first. He'd die if he didn't.

***

"FUCK" Patrick yelled shaking the bars that kept him from running any further.

He sifted through the water, looking for something, anything to help him. He picked up a pipe. It was eerily quiet. No splashing. No dripping. No leeches buzzing. His heart was racing. He could feel the pounding in his head. His breath trembled and his hands shook. A red balloon floated from around the corner. It stopped just a few feet away from him.

"What the fuck?" He trembled out, arching the pipe up and prepared to swing.

The balloon slowly spun around. 'I Love Derry' was printed on it in white lettering. His heart beat faster. What the hell was going on?

"Patrick?" A familiar voice stuck out. Patrick let his guard down for a split second. He almost wanted to hope that maybe [Y/n] was actually here. He couldn't have been though.

Why would he be? He made that clear Friday night.

POP

The balloon burst and Patrick swung.

"WHAT THE HELL?!" [Y/n] yelled, quickly ducking. "CALM DOWN IT'S JUST ME!"

Patrick dropped the pipe and stared. Why was he here?

"[Y/n]?" Was all Patrick could manage to say.

"Yup, now time to go. Like right now." [Y/n] grabbed Patrick's hand and started leading them back towards the exit.

"What about the leeches?" He questioned uncomfortably.

"What leeches?" [Y/n] looked back, "There were no leeches when I came through."

"They attacked me! I'm not going back towards them!" Patrick pulled back.

"We don't have time for this! We need to get out. Now. Something about this place is seriously off... I don't trust it." [Y/n] urged.

"And I don't trust you." Patrick glared. The words stung [Y/n] like venom.

"Come float with me!" A creepy giggle rang through the sewer. The water level began to decrease and a rumbling followed.

"I don't think you need to worry about the leeches now!" [Y/n] yelled over the rumbling. Without waiting for any other debate, he grabbed Patrick's hand again and ran for it. Patrick didn't hesitate this time and ran with him.

The built up water was released and powered through the sewer, entrapping everything it pushed through. [Y/n] and Patrick ran as fast as they could, neither daring to look behind them. They could see the light from the outside shine into the entrance. They were so close to escaping.

Patrick vaulted forward, tightening his grip around [Y/n]'s hand. He pulled the both of them aside to the river shoreline, where they'd be safe from the water outburst.

They both collapsed to the sand, attempting to catch their breaths and wrap their heads around what just happened.

"I told you I didn't trust it" [Y/n] said in between gasps for air.

"I still don't trust you" Patrick replied smiling.

"Piss off" [Y/n] chuckled before they both broke out in laughter.

TADAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ITS ✨THE✨CHAPTER!!! i hope you all enjoyed it. i know it's not particularly how the scene goes in the movie or in the book, but i actually had a lot of fun writing it. also it was a little more of a long one because you guys deserve it. thank you all so much for supporting this fanfic, i appreciate it so much and it gives me the motivation to keep going!