Shut Up, Tozier || R•T [✔]

The Encounter

Sam was walking away from the scene, she decided to head back to the barrens to work on the dam. She didn't bother to get her bike, they probably had Ben use it. 

Sam found her way the dam and immediately started adding sticks. Believe it or not, it was a good stress reliever. That was when she heard a strange noise. Almost like a gurgling sound. Sam stood up straight, using the current stick in her hand to look around. 

"Hello?" She choked out. Only a louder gurgle came in reply. Sam wasn't usually one to be scared easily, but being alone, with nothing but stress on her mind, fear settled in quickly. "Show yourself!" She forced through her lips. When nothing happened, she sighed. But all of a sudden, something by the dam caught her eye. 

Sam walked over to get a better look. Her breath caught in her throat and a sob escaped her lips as she turned a small corner, getting a full look. It was a man's body, turned over in the stream, bloated and discolored. It didn't take Sam long to realize that this man looked like her uncle. Her uncle that had drowned last year. His death took a major toll on her since they had been so close.

"No. No, no, no, no, no..." She said, muffled by her hand. Slowly, she turned over the body with the stick she had, revealing none other than her uncles face. Tears fell from her eyes as a scream escaped her lips.  

Before she knew what was happening, his body began to shake and twitch. Sam stumbled back, bumping into a tree. All at once, the shaking stopped. Everything was peaceful for a moment, but then. His body exploded. Exploded into so many pieces that some were microscopic. Leaving only a red balloon in his body's place. It had no string, it just floated in the water where her uncle had been.

Slowly, the balloon began to rise from it's place. It stopped in mid air. Almost as if someone was holding it there. The balloon began to expand, expand much more than any regular balloon would be able to. It was nearly twice Sam's size before it popped, leaving a monstrous clown in it's place.

It slowly smiled at her, a sinister grin that she wished she had never witnessed. "What's wrong Sam? We just want you to float." It said in an oddly pitched, demonic voice. Sam immediately turned and started running, only taking a small time to look back. The clown, and all of her "uncles" chunks were gone.

She ran until she got to her house, which wasn't a short distance might I add. She climbed the stairs to her second floor apartment building. Fumbling with the door knob as she came inside. She locked the door as soon as she got in and slid down on it, back pressed firm against it.

Sam sat there for what felt like an eternity, at one point, her mother came over, begging for her to get up and come eat dinner. Sam politely refused, she wanted to sit there where she felt safe. 

At this point, night had fallen and she still hadn't moved nor done anything. She nearly jumped out of her skin when someone knocked on the door. Sam carefully stood up.

"Who's there?" She asked, barely above a whisper, yet luckily they heard it.

"It's me Sam, it's Richie." He said quietly as well.

Sam swung the door open and pounced on him. He stumbled back slightly but hugged her around the waist. She had her arms around his neck, her feet off the ground (seeing as he was holding her at his level, and she was about Eddie's size). When she began to cry, one of his hands found her silver-golden hair, stroking it slightly while his other hand remained firmly around her waist.

"I'm so sorry Richie. If I had died, the last thing I would have said to you would have been hostile." Sam choked out. Richie's eyes widened.

"What do you mean if you had died?" Richie asked, using his finger to lift her chin from the crook of his neck. He set her down, but kept his arm around her waist.

Sam looked down, biting her lip. "You won't believe me..." She whispered.

"Try me." He said with a sympathetic smile.

She hesitated, before explaining the whole thing to him.

"I know that I sound crazy Richie, but I know what I saw."

Richie was skeptic, but knew she wouldn't ever lie, or imagine such things about her uncle. He nodded slowly. "I believe you Sam." He said quietly, pushing her hair from her face right before pulling her back into a warm hug.

"So, does this mean that your not mad at me anymore?" Richie asked.

"I wasn't mad at you in the first place. It just got to me that you would believe such things about someone." Sam said softly, not moving her face from his chest.

"Good. So all I'm hearing is that, you're not mad at me, and the wedding is still on." He said, earning a playful slap from Sam.

"Don't deny it Samantha. We're going to grow old, and have like, 16 kids together."

"In your dreams Richie."

"You know it."

"Shutup Tozier."