Mrs Trashmouth // Richie Tozier

Eight

Recap:

"Mike!" I scream. I hear loud grunts of Henry, as well as Mike.

Yelling is heard, and suddenly, the worst thing that could possibly happen, somebody is thrown into the well.

Not just somebody, Henry.

Real time:

"Henry?" I whisper, backing away from the others.

"I'm okay." Mike says, and begins his venture downwards.

They all turn their heads, are are greeted with a teary faced girl, crumbling into pieces. I think of all that could happen with my dad (yikes), and what he would do to me without my older brother there to protect me.

I slide my promise ring off of my ring finger and fumble with it, through my shaking hands. I slide it back on and open my backpack and puff my inhaler. First Patrick, then Henry? I'm left with Belch and Victor (double yikes).

"No- no no no!" I cry, shaking even more. "Henry! W-What about dad? You said you wouldn't leave me!"

"J-Jackie..." Bill starts, as he notices I begin to cry a little. "I'm so s-sorry."

I shake my head. "You know what? Maybe he g-got what he deserved. He tortured you guys since forever, and I did nothing to stop it. Maybe I should get the same punishment for letting that happen."

"I should be sorry." I finish. I crawl over to the edge, but Richie grasps my hand, looking at me.

"No!" He screams. "You- you have to stay! Without you- I'm nothing!"

"Forget it, Richie." I scoff. "I'm gonna get so much shit at home. It's not worth it anymore! My anti-depressants don't work anymore! Richie- I'm a fucking mess!"

He pulls me into a hug, whispering into my hair as I cry into his shoulder. "My mess, aye, hot stuff?"

I laugh a little bit, and nod my head. We continue our venture. Eddie looks around, and I know just what he's looking for, and so does Richie.

"Guys, where's Stanley?" Richie asks the rest of us. The other Losers look for a brief second, until Eddie starts hollering.

"Stanley? Stanley! Stan!" We all follow after Eddie, our flashlights trembling in our grasps, and I clasp onto Richie's hand. At first, he's extremely hesitant, but immediately lightens up, knowing it's just me.

I pull into my jean pocket and pull our my lip balm, coating my thin lips in vanilla wax. Richie chuckles a bit, trying to lighten the mood with his silly remark.

"Fixing those lips up for me?"

I roll my eyes but nod. "Just for you, Eddie- I mean Richie!" Richie's eyes go wide, and drops my hand, to lightly punch me. "I'm joking, Rich. Lighten up."

Richie just scoffs, and takes my hand again. We walk through the cavern, calling for our lost friend Stanley.

"Oh shit- greywater." Eddie mumbles as we cross into a new section of the sewer. We continue to walk, flashlights shining onto the gross water and walls of the Barrons.

We continue to call for Stan, walking through the cistern. Suddenly, we all hear Stanley scream and sprint towards the holler.

We're met with a rusty door, and we all pry it open, and we're successful. The door creaks, leading us into another part of the sewer. We look around, shining our flashlights around.

Looking around, Eddie notices his flashlight, and we follow him towards it. Eddie snatches the torch and shines it onto the scene playing out in front of him. Our friend being eaten by some crazy-ass monstrosity.

Everyone gasps as we see Stanley's face being eaten by a terrifying woman. I notice that woman, and recognize her from when Stan had shown me the painting in his father's office.

"What the fuck?" I cry, shaking even more.

It notices us, and retracts It's rows and rows of razor sharp teeth, backing away from our friend. Stanley gasps for air as blood is sliding down the side of his face.

"Stanley!" Eddie screams, as the woman backs away into another pipe, and hides It's face behind the wall. Then, the woman had turned into that motherfucking clown.

"Stay away from my friends, or you'll spread you're receding hair line onto them!" I shout, flipping it off. Richie steps back for a second and laughs, until realizing our friend.

We run towards him, and Eddie shakes him up. Stan begins screeching, freaking out over what'd happened.

"No! No!" He hollers at us, shrinking away. "You left me! You took me into Neibolt! You're not my friends! You- made me go into Neibolt!"

I crouch at his shoulder, tears pouring out of my eyes even more than before. "Stanley- you're okay! You're alive, we're all alive. It's going to be okay."

He shakes still and nods his head, nobody noticing Bill getting up and wandering off.

"We wouldn't let anything happen to you." Richie murmurs, tears spilling.

"We're sorry." Eddie whimpers, holding onto Stan's shoulder. We pull Stanley into a hug as we cry into him.

For a minute, I zone out. I've lost so many people in such a short amount of time. My brother, Patrick, Stanley almost died! Beverly's in here somewhere, I'm stuck with my father! (triple yikes)

Waking me from my brain, Eddie screeches. "Bill?"

Everybody turns their heads, looking to where Bill just was. We all stand up, Mike helping up Stanley, who's almost as much of a train wreck as I am.

We run through the sewers, and I latch my hand onto Richie's. We're all sprinting as fast as we can, trying our best not to fall. Eddie, however, is not, as he trips over- somthing.

Greywater splashes through the air, and Richie sighs as Eddie gags. "Come on. Get out of there, dude- that's greywater!"

I snicker a little bit and Eddie tries to gather himself. "Wait wait wait. Oh my God, where's my fucking flashlight?"

We all scream in terror as a few heads pop out of the greywater, and Eddie shoots up. "Come on, let's get the fuck out of here!" Richie screams, holding my hand tighter. He pulls me along, everyone close behind.

We turn a corner, and we're met with something even worse.

A giant mountain of children's belongings- and Beverly Marsh- floating.

How'd you like it? We have three more chapters i think-- i dont really know yet! comment some suggestions of dRaMa!1!!

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