All of the members of the cast were fully shocked, of each of their scenes of what they witnessed. One girl a lying floating, a broken armed boy, and helpless sad lovers who were afraid to be split up, and a shocked black boy (not racist if anyone takes it that way,I'm mixed irl) who parents got burned during an flammable accident. You had felt Richie's hand being removed from yours, to being put a much bigger and heavier hand on yours. You didn't think much about it, only thinking Richie just had switched his hands. I had opened a closet door revealing a gush of blood spuing all over you and 'Richie'. I had screamed a horrus scream and went to go hug Richie to reveal he wasn't their. You gasped and felt as if you were losing air, and as if something was choking you. I couldn't see what was choking me but I definitely felt like I was going to faint, I had tried calling out to Richie but I couldn't. Soon enough the figure that you couldn't see dropped you into the blood leaving you gaping in air. Richie was in a room full of clowns, his most biggest fear. Richie had walked up to a casket to see his mortiton body laying in it. Decomposed and filled with maggots the size of a baby kitten. Richie nearly gagged at the sight of it, having flashing lights around him hearing creaking sounds. Richie turned around quickly hearing the gaping sound. At that moment he knew he was in deep shit. "BEEP BEEP, RICHIE." The most horrifying clown looked at Richie with slobber dangling down his face and spewing out onto the floor. Richie's breath got caught in his throat leaving him to wipe his glasses. Soon enough the clown charged himself at Richie, leaving a helpless Richie to run backwards busting though a door. The figure disappeared and Richie saw you, he sprung himself at you giving the most biggest hug ever. "Please don't leave me again." You said wiping blood off of your face and hugging Richie tight. "Don't plan on it." Richie said hugging you even more tight. Y'all didn't kiss or anything because y'all both felt like it wasn't the right mood to kiss at. You and Richie had followed out the room holding hands tight as ever, while looking for the others. Y'all all had fought the disasterous monster, couple of y'all getting scratches and bruises but y'all were still proud to be alive. You all walked out of the Neighbolt house proudly yet hurt, each of you were so out of energy that y'all just walked y'all's bikes home. Richie, you, and Bill had all went to the same place. Richie decided to walk home with y'all since his parents weren't even home. The two girls and the one boy had made it to their destination safely. "Oh my goodness what happened to my babies." Bills mom said hugging all three of the humans. She began to rub their hair and look at their cuts. "Our bike r-ride got a-a?" Before Bill could spit it out y/n had finished making up the lie. "Our bikes ride got messy?" You said more interfering of it as an question. Y'all's mom nodded before shooing y'all all away to get dressed. You all got cleaned up then fell asleep after dinner.
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Hey guys, Zoey here; I just wanted to say that i won't be updating this week probably because my phone's been acting up, so yeah I'm gonna update alot when my phone acts right like wise.
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RandomYou live in Derry Maine, You have a twin brother; named Bill Denbrough, and a group of six friends. Their names are: Mike Hanlon, Ben Hanscom, Eddie Kasbrak, Richie Tozier, Beverly Marsh, and Stan Uris. All of you six humans call yourselves the lose...