[Why the fuck did you ever agree to come along for this shit show? Neibolt didn't scare you before you entered and now the stench, the decay, it's a smell that won't ever leave your skin. No matter how much you might try to wash it off.
They're all separate. The lucky seven whittled down to the lucky two and Big Bill, the ringleader in the equation looks less like a heroic knight and more like a confused kid than he ever has.
There's a mattress on the floor and you're glad Eddie's not here with you because it probably really does have bed bugs, and hepatitis, or whatever else he might say and the last thing you'd ever want to do is buffer his paranoia.
You and Bill are shoulder to shoulder when a child-like chattering echoes off in the very same room - a perforation starts at the center of the graying wormy-colored mattress and Eddie stretches the stuffing wide open with one hand, his entire left side still covered by the mattress and it shouldn't be possible but it is.
"Wanna play loogie?"
That's Eddie, from the neck up with skin like tissue paper the color of ash and black acidic steaming fluid coming out of his mouth out of the mattress like flowing lava hot enough to create huge wafts of steam as it creeps slowly across the floor in front of you.
His body twists and contorts, rocking frantically up and down while his eerie laughter penetrates the quiet that has consumed both you and Bill. Even though you know it's not real, you can't move from the spot you're rooted to, frozen in shock as Eddie's body slams back into the mattress with one quick sharp movement his hands covered in the same black necrotic blood that's flooding over floorboards. It's Bill that gets you away from it and when you both slam the door shut there's a new sight to behold.
Three doors marked in blood: Scary, Very Scary, Not Scary At All
You follow Bill's lead and run for the most obvious conclusion, Not Scary, your mind too focused on finding Eddie and the others to consider the possibility that it might be a trick, a trap.
It opens to blackness, and a soft whisper, "Where's my shoe?"
Bill pulls the string attached to the light and reveals the truth, a yellow-stained closet, and Greta, the missing girl hanging by the rail inside nothing but a severed half of her body screaming in pain with what's left of her innards exposed white-knuckling the clothing rod to stay upright.
"WHERE THE FUCK WERE HER LEGS?!" There's no need for a filter, not in this fucked up hell-dimension and your back finds the hardwood of the door after you slam it shut more terrified than you'd ever been before. The blood's edged closer now, hot enough to burn, and it's so close you can't help but scream out swatting at Bill's attempts to calm you down.
"Th-This isn't real. Remember the missing kid poster? That wasn't real. So, this isn't real."
Bill's confident, clear and level-headed, more than you've ever seen him and you bite the inside of your cheek and zero in on him. Only him. He barely even stuttered with his explanation. That's something, right? It's always so much f-f-fucking worse when he's nervous. No playing poker with that guy.
Bill handles the next door and swings it open, to a very real light at the end of a tunnel and you release a breath you didn't even know you'd been holding in your chest. "Oh, thank fuck."
"Wh-Where's Eddie?" Eddie screams, and you don't know where he is or what's happening but you're running as fast as your legs can carry you. Faster than you've ever ran before in your life right in the direction of his shrill scream.
"Eddie!!!" You're screaming his name before you're even all the way into the room. Hoping it's something simple, some stupid illusion that'll give you nightmares for months and not anything more serious. That's when you see It, not for the first time, and you stop dead in your tracks. "Oh, fuck, Eddie."
Pennywise the dancing clown, forehead for days, with Eddie's body a mangled mess beneath him makes direct eye-contact with Bill. Spitting, with a yellow-toothed grin on his face. "This isn't real enough for you Billy?" Feigning a sad, depraved, wavering voice. "I'm not real enough for you?" All you can do is stand there. "Holy shit..."
"It was real enough for Georgie!" What follows is the sickening high-pitched roar of maniacal laughter and before you can so much as blink the clown is flying at you its body contorted with the yellowing veiny clarity of eyes that are too big and a wide array of teeth in a shark-like gape. You flinch, bow your arms over your head to brace for impact and thank god for Bev because she flays the motherfucker with a fire-poker. You would've both been goners.
His blood floats upward and It's left in shock, the first time you've ever seen it. Eddie is gasping on the floor beneath the scene and the four of you are separated by the clown's mangled face and Bev with the poker lodged deep into his eye-socket. He rattles out a cry, that vibrates the entire place. Stan, Ben, and Mike make it in behind the scene and the three of you are holding onto each other. Bill and Bev as visibly distraught as you feel.
You nod when you see the other three losers, "Get Eddie." Someone else screams. "Get Eddie!!"
You run to his side with Bill and Bev. Everyone is screaming, and you can't think straight to make out anything anyone is saying so you vocalize: "He's got to get outta here!" It's bones make a sickening sound, and they snap back into place with a low rumbling groan and you know, you know it's only a matter of time before you're all goners.
When the clown turns around his teeth go up the right side of his face, the poker is completely skewered through his head his eyes stained blood-red. Bev's stammering, shaking her hands, but you can't focus on her right now all you can see is Eddie. He needs your help. Bev's got the back of your shirt and you're shaking Eddie, hoping to help him back up.
"Get Eddie. Go!" Mike is prompting you, and you know it but you're torn between fear and your best friend. A long thin line of spit is hanging from It's mouth, his fingers sharpened into claws and he's walking right towards the three of you and you can't- you can't do much to make anyone move. Get them to do anything and you're screaming, Eddie is screaming, Mike, Ben, and Stan are all screaming.
"HE'S GONNA KILL US!!!" Eddie's a mangled heap on the floor and you remember what your priorities are finally, palms on either of shoulders.
"Eddie- Eddie look at me." The clown's getting closer and closer, a low rattling growl deep in his chest. He's so close, it would only take a second, you know it, and one of you could be dead. It stops short, and laughs sickeningly sweet - maybe even delighted and then slashes at Ben, Ben's got his stomach in his hands; blood drips off of them onto the floor.
"Ben!!!"
You forget yourself, everyone separated and rambling rattling off whining simpering suggestions in the blindness of their terror. Bill stands up, he leaves the group. He leaves you and Eddie, Eddie's hurt, Ben could die. You're not sure what to do so you stay, you stay with everyone else as Bill leaves.
"Don't let it get away."
"Bill we have to help Eddie!!" There's no telling where he went, and relief punches you in the chest when Bill resurfaces. Eddie's screaming his head off next to you and all you can do is hold onto him and hope that's reassuring enough but you know it can't be.
You bring your hands to the side of your head to block out distraction so that you can focus, to think, and you sputter out: "Okay, okay, I'm gonna snap it back into place."
Eddie turns to look at you head-on the clearest he's been in what feels like years and spits, with wide wild eyes, "Do not fucking touch me! DO NOT TOUCH ME!" between his screams of pain. You're already counting, you have to just in case that thing comes back - in case it slips back into the room and finishes the job. "One, two," there's a grotesque pop and Eddie's head rolls back onto the surface behind him and he falls silent. Eddie's never quiet, and your hands visibly shake as you pull away.]
- wanna play loogie?, cw: body-horror
They're all separate. The lucky seven whittled down to the lucky two and Big Bill, the ringleader in the equation looks less like a heroic knight and more like a confused kid than he ever has.
There's a mattress on the floor and you're glad Eddie's not here with you because it probably really does have bed bugs, and hepatitis, or whatever else he might say and the last thing you'd ever want to do is buffer his paranoia.
You and Bill are shoulder to shoulder when a child-like chattering echoes off in the very same room - a perforation starts at the center of the graying wormy-colored mattress and Eddie stretches the stuffing wide open with one hand, his entire left side still covered by the mattress and it shouldn't be possible but it is.
"Wanna play loogie?"
That's Eddie, from the neck up with skin like tissue paper the color of ash and black acidic steaming fluid coming out of his mouth out of the mattress like flowing lava hot enough to create huge wafts of steam as it creeps slowly across the floor in front of you.
His body twists and contorts, rocking frantically up and down while his eerie laughter penetrates the quiet that has consumed both you and Bill. Even though you know it's not real, you can't move from the spot you're rooted to, frozen in shock as Eddie's body slams back into the mattress with one quick sharp movement his hands covered in the same black necrotic blood that's flooding over floorboards. It's Bill that gets you away from it and when you both slam the door shut there's a new sight to behold.
Three doors marked in blood: Scary, Very Scary, Not Scary At All
You follow Bill's lead and run for the most obvious conclusion, Not Scary, your mind too focused on finding Eddie and the others to consider the possibility that it might be a trick, a trap.
It opens to blackness, and a soft whisper, "Where's my shoe?"
Bill pulls the string attached to the light and reveals the truth, a yellow-stained closet, and Greta, the missing girl hanging by the rail inside nothing but a severed half of her body screaming in pain with what's left of her innards exposed white-knuckling the clothing rod to stay upright.
"WHERE THE FUCK WERE HER LEGS?!" There's no need for a filter, not in this fucked up hell-dimension and your back finds the hardwood of the door after you slam it shut more terrified than you'd ever been before. The blood's edged closer now, hot enough to burn, and it's so close you can't help but scream out swatting at Bill's attempts to calm you down.
"Th-This isn't real. Remember the missing kid poster? That wasn't real. So, this isn't real."
Bill's confident, clear and level-headed, more than you've ever seen him and you bite the inside of your cheek and zero in on him. Only him. He barely even stuttered with his explanation. That's something, right? It's always so much f-f-fucking worse when he's nervous. No playing poker with that guy.
Bill handles the next door and swings it open, to a very real light at the end of a tunnel and you release a breath you didn't even know you'd been holding in your chest. "Oh, thank fuck."
"Wh-Where's Eddie?" Eddie screams, and you don't know where he is or what's happening but you're running as fast as your legs can carry you. Faster than you've ever ran before in your life right in the direction of his shrill scream.
"Eddie!!!" You're screaming his name before you're even all the way into the room. Hoping it's something simple, some stupid illusion that'll give you nightmares for months and not anything more serious. That's when you see It, not for the first time, and you stop dead in your tracks. "Oh, fuck, Eddie."
Pennywise the dancing clown, forehead for days, with Eddie's body a mangled mess beneath him makes direct eye-contact with Bill. Spitting, with a yellow-toothed grin on his face. "This isn't real enough for you Billy?" Feigning a sad, depraved, wavering voice. "I'm not real enough for you?" All you can do is stand there. "Holy shit..."
"It was real enough for Georgie!" What follows is the sickening high-pitched roar of maniacal laughter and before you can so much as blink the clown is flying at you its body contorted with the yellowing veiny clarity of eyes that are too big and a wide array of teeth in a shark-like gape. You flinch, bow your arms over your head to brace for impact and thank god for Bev because she flays the motherfucker with a fire-poker. You would've both been goners.
His blood floats upward and It's left in shock, the first time you've ever seen it. Eddie is gasping on the floor beneath the scene and the four of you are separated by the clown's mangled face and Bev with the poker lodged deep into his eye-socket. He rattles out a cry, that vibrates the entire place. Stan, Ben, and Mike make it in behind the scene and the three of you are holding onto each other. Bill and Bev as visibly distraught as you feel.
You nod when you see the other three losers, "Get Eddie." Someone else screams. "Get Eddie!!"
You run to his side with Bill and Bev. Everyone is screaming, and you can't think straight to make out anything anyone is saying so you vocalize: "He's got to get outta here!" It's bones make a sickening sound, and they snap back into place with a low rumbling groan and you know, you know it's only a matter of time before you're all goners.
When the clown turns around his teeth go up the right side of his face, the poker is completely skewered through his head his eyes stained blood-red. Bev's stammering, shaking her hands, but you can't focus on her right now all you can see is Eddie. He needs your help. Bev's got the back of your shirt and you're shaking Eddie, hoping to help him back up.
"Get Eddie. Go!" Mike is prompting you, and you know it but you're torn between fear and your best friend. A long thin line of spit is hanging from It's mouth, his fingers sharpened into claws and he's walking right towards the three of you and you can't- you can't do much to make anyone move. Get them to do anything and you're screaming, Eddie is screaming, Mike, Ben, and Stan are all screaming.
"HE'S GONNA KILL US!!!" Eddie's a mangled heap on the floor and you remember what your priorities are finally, palms on either of shoulders.
"Eddie- Eddie look at me." The clown's getting closer and closer, a low rattling growl deep in his chest. He's so close, it would only take a second, you know it, and one of you could be dead. It stops short, and laughs sickeningly sweet - maybe even delighted and then slashes at Ben, Ben's got his stomach in his hands; blood drips off of them onto the floor.
"Ben!!!"
You forget yourself, everyone separated and rambling rattling off whining simpering suggestions in the blindness of their terror. Bill stands up, he leaves the group. He leaves you and Eddie, Eddie's hurt, Ben could die. You're not sure what to do so you stay, you stay with everyone else as Bill leaves.
"Don't let it get away."
"Bill we have to help Eddie!!" There's no telling where he went, and relief punches you in the chest when Bill resurfaces. Eddie's screaming his head off next to you and all you can do is hold onto him and hope that's reassuring enough but you know it can't be.
You bring your hands to the side of your head to block out distraction so that you can focus, to think, and you sputter out: "Okay, okay, I'm gonna snap it back into place."
Eddie turns to look at you head-on the clearest he's been in what feels like years and spits, with wide wild eyes, "Do not fucking touch me! DO NOT TOUCH ME!" between his screams of pain. You're already counting, you have to just in case that thing comes back - in case it slips back into the room and finishes the job. "One, two," there's a grotesque pop and Eddie's head rolls back onto the surface behind him and he falls silent. Eddie's never quiet, and your hands visibly shake as you pull away.]