PW leaned back on the cold sewer wall waiting for Richie to find his way to them in the foggy and shit soaked tunnels. Stanley breathed heavily as PW had grabbed him by the back of the neck, so tight you could see tiny amounts of blood dripping down his neck. PW chuckled in his high pitched annoying voice making it easier and quicker for Richie to locate him. He stared down at Stanley who was shaking and wheezing in pain with PW's claws dug into him, "Maybe your little "friend" doesn't want to come save you after all Stanley Boy" PW said in a testing tone making Stanley more nervous. PW chuckled again as he was getting impatient and wanted some drama already. PW groaned and dug his claws deeper into Stanley's neck almost snapping it. "Hurry up already Richie boy, or your friend Ben will be gone too.." PW waited as he could hear the dripping water along with the noises of Stanley struggling to survive, PW then swear he could hear the footsteps of whom he was waiting for. He chuckled as he waited for Richie to emerge and try to save Stanley...
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Just a short sad IT story that I made with meh friend
HorrorIt is sad and it pained me to say most of this PS: I am PW and my friend is the losers club but mostly Richie and Eddie. This story is about what would happen if the losers club wasn't strong enough to fight the demonic clown and he toyed with them...
