𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐘 𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐔𝐄𝐒 | jj maybank

𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN: FULL KOOK!

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holding our flashlights and supplies, the boys and i all hurried to the crawlspace-basement-thing.

"holy crap, you know what this is? it just hit me," jj spoke, unwinding the rope and taking off the bandana shielding the lower half of his face, "pope, look. this is C.H.U.D. full C.H.U.D."

the three of us all glanced at each other, bewilderment flashing on our faces. "what is he talking about?" john b asked pope, thinking that maybe he'd get it.

"cannibalistic humanoid underground dwellers? have you guys not seen that film?" jj catechized as john b and pope told him they hadn't.

"elsie, c'mon," he practically pleaded.

"yes, actually. think i have," a small smile creeped up on my lips as i made jj fill with joy.

"wait seriously?"

"nope," i deadpanned.

"it's actually a good film. it's about cannibals that live in the sewers and under new york city. and it's like-"

"teenage mutant ninja turtles!" i held a fist in the air triumphantly.

"sure, if that's what you want to believe angel," he ran a hand through his hair.

"shut up! shut up!" john b cut us off, standing over the well, "all right, how deep do you think this is, pope?"

he sighed, "i don't know." jj and i finalized the pulley and rope situation before we went to lower jb down.

"hey boys, and elsie. i have one request," john b mentioned before we lowered him down.

"yeah?" the three of us asked in synchronicity.

"don't drop me."

"whoa!" jj loosened his grip on the rope, catching john b off-guard.

"okay, you're gonna die first, for sure."

"wouldn't say that if i were you while we're the ones that could let go of the rope and drop you this instant," i looked at john b.

"gotcha," jj said in a horrible accent.

"all right. just keep payin' it out, nice and slow like that," pope advised as he inched his way down.

"here we go, keep goin. keep goin."

"wait, hold on one second, i need to get situated," jj visibly struggled.

"oh god," i whispered.

"you good?" pope inquired, just as jj fell to the ground and lost grip of the rope.

"oh shit! oh shit! whoa!" the three of us heard john b scream from below us.

"jesus!" jj grunted, gripping tightly.

"i told you not to drop me!"

"you good man?" pope looked over the edge of the well to check on john b.

"what the hell was that?"

"little technical difficulties," pope commented, "okay we're gonna start paying you out again, all right?" i cautiously fixed my tight hold on the rope, careful to not pull a jj.

"okay, okay. all right, keep it going," john b gained his breath back, "keep it comin'."

"hey, hey. we got 15 feet left," pope alerted us, "are you getting close to the bottom?"