Just a short sad IT story that I made with meh friend

Isabella B's part

as Richie made his way deeper into the sewers, trudging slowly and quietly through the sh*t filled waters with Eddie close behind him. They had been walking for over half an hour just trying to find the stupid clown and the other losers. Richie knew they were getting close when he heard IT's high pitched and horrifying laugh. Eddie had enough of not being able to breathe right so he took a puff of his inhaler, which was filled with water flavored like medicine due to his mother forcing an unnecessary perception for the poor boy. Richie quickly turned around to look at Eddie, he raised a finger to his lips to tell him to shut the f*ck up and the clown could probably tell that they were near by due to the inhaler. As Richie got closer to the clown he could start to hear breathing, it sounded like... Stan! But he was in pain... Richie tightened his grip on his bat as they started approaching them he flinched, closing his eyes tight as he heard Stan yell out in pain due to that f*cking clown digging it's claws into the poor Jewish boy's pail flesh... Richie shook it off.. No he couldn't be scared.. He had to be strong for his friends in this awful time of fear... Soon he and Eddie were close enough to hear the clown say his name, oh how he hated that- but he couldn't focus on anything besides saving Stan