• "Patrick you're being paranoid" - Henry grumbled as Pat paced around the room• "No the fuck I'm not"
• "yes the fuck you are. Just because she's a little late, doesn't mean something's wrong."
• "Henry you Idiot" - Patrick stated, earning an annoyed grunt from the blond - "we were supposed to meet up an hour ago!"
• "Maybe something came up." - Vic chimed in, trying to find an explanation as to why you were not with the boys right now.
• "She would have called in that case" - Patrick said back, defending you.
• "Maybe she didn't have time to?" - Reggie suggested, although he grew more worried by the second, as he listened to Patrick talk.
• "Impossible" - Pat claimed, taking in the defeated looks of his partners.
• "okay, let's call her ourselves" - Henry sighed, getting up and grabbing the telephone.
• "I already did. Went to voicemail"
• "okay, now that's very unusual for Y/n" - Victor stated the obvious, putting everyone more on edge.
• "then we'll call her again." - and Henry dialed your number.
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drip...
drip.
...• The first thing you felt as you came back to your senses, was your head pounding.
• then came a disgustingly and sickeningly awful smell of sweat, urine and rotting flesh...• the sound of something dripping echoed in the background, slicing through the thick silence
• and you felt the cold, wet ground underneath you.• When you finally opened your eyes, you saw pitch black.
• it took some time to adjust to the darkness and finally see, but you did eventually...
• although you wish you never had.
• the scene unfolding before your eyes would haunt your dreams forever...• It didn't even look real, more like some twisted painting form a twisted artist.
• and yet, it was right there. - a turning tower of people, dead bodies floating in the air... like a never ending cycle of death itself.• you would have been screaming your lungs out if not the shock taking over your body.
• you were speechless, scared and lost, starring at something that could only exist in the depts of hell.• and then, from the corner of your eye, you saw something else move.
• "look at you," - a voice, somewhat playful but just as scary, boomed from the darkness - "you're finally awake."
• the moving blur finally took its form and soon, a ghostly white face emerged from the shadows.
• a big, creepy smile made it's way upon it as it ogled its yellow eyes at you.drip.
drip...
...• "I'm pennywise, the dancing clown."
• And your scream echoed.
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Bowers gang x reader POLY
ספרות חובבים• Headcanons for Poly relationship between the Bowers gang and the reader. • By "Poly" I mean everyone in the gang dating each other, not just the reader. • I do not own any of these Characters. • I will consider writing Imagines too. • ♡ Sidenote:...