Trashmouths | Richie x reader (Complete)

Ch. 6 final showdown

I gulped nodding as we swung open the door quickly .

It was a cupboard, we reached for the light and nothing was there but clothes .

We heard some giggling as a pair of legs appeared , skipping towards us, one of their shoes were missing.

"Betty?" I whispered as Richie screamed out.

We slammed the door closed.

"Ha very funny !" Richie chuckled nervously .

We then opened very scary to be met with a puppy.

"Arf !" It wagged it's tail cutely, then suddenly transformed into some sort of monster, growling.

"THAT MESSED UP!" I screamed out as we turned and ran.

Richie ran out and grabbed a rock throwing it at Pennywise , "Yippee Ki yay motherfucker!"

IT turned to us, Richie eyes turning white .

"Oh shit." I muttered trying to think of what to do.

I picked up a rock and threw it, it hit IT smack bang in the back of the head.

He growled and turned to glare at me.

"Holy shit!" I screamed .

Everyone from the losers club started throwing rocks at it , I took the chance and ran to Richie.

I turned to see Pennywise he blasted away, is he dead?

I stood over Richie, "Richie are you okay?? I think IT is dead."

I felt a sharp pain pierce my abdomen, "nnnggh" I grunted in pain.

"Rich I choked out , I love you, don't let mine and Stan's life go in vain." Then the world went black.

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~Richie pov~

I screamed out in pain, my chest hurt .

She was gone, the love of my life was gone, my soulmate.

From there it was all a blur, killing Pennywise, everyone going home, slightly broken but better now Pennywise was gone.

And here I was, I stood next to the fence .

Bending down, I grazed my hand over mine and y/n's initials .

My face felt wet, I reached my hand up and realised I was crying.

I was breaking and now I don't know what to do.

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A/n Ţ̷̢̧̨̧̧̨̡̜̗̼̙̤̣̘̥̩̟̼̞̫͉̺̘͔̻͖̜͇̜͖͍̭͔̻͓̺̹̬̣̦͙̲̜̗̦͎̗͉͕̱͕͇̲͙̼͙͇̼̙͎͈̰̟̯͓̹͔̯̫͙̘̖̻̯͇̖̔͊͆̾̄̂̓̍̆̑̿̓̂̽̒̎̀̌̋̂̇̐̂̌̔͐̄̉̀̆̒͋͌̍̾͆̈́̈́̽̐̓͘͘̚͜͠͠͠ͅḩ̸̢̧̧̛̮̤͈͉̩̙̙̦͔̞̰̖̱̥͉̼̘̗̼̰̝͖͉̩͙͚̗̭̫̺̰̗̗͔̻͚̮̀̔́̈́͂̐̈́̈͂̽̆̍̆̈́͑̆́̿̓͐͆̿̂̏̎̏̀͆̓̿̈́̒̍̈́̄̊̚͘͘̕͘̕̕͘͝ͅͅẽ̷̛̛̛̞̜͔̘̝̱̜̱͓̣̖̤̘͛̈͂͋̾̒̐̑̎̔͂͒͛̓̓̆̏͐̿͋͒͊̓̒̐͗͐̍̇̎̇̊̈͒̉̂͆͊̍̇̀͊̈́̉͛͗͋̾̽͑̇̾̆͑̑̈́͆̈͛͋̄͂̄͒̕̕͘͘͝͝͝͝͝r̴̡͖̱͈̰̟͉̰̥͙͍̘͎̳̫̦̙̀́̈͋͘͝ͅͅȇ̵̬̻̎̈̇̉̐̔̏̍̈́̽̏́̎̅͗͒͊̈́̀͋̒͒͛̔͌̌̏͆̉̄̄̋͌͆͛̅̅̾̒̚͘͘ ̶̨̢̨̡̢̡̛̺̱̙̜͓͎̬͇͎͕̲̲̺͉̱͈̗̼̯͙̞̠̞̣̳̳͎̻̹̗̗̪̜̘͙̖̼̖̺̰̲̘̟̼̥͍̦̦͎͍̼̼̺̞̠͎̯̖̤̮͓̼̠̩̖̼̼͔̺̗̗͔̄̈́̐̈́̃̔̽̑̊̈́̄̔̊̽̋͌͒̾̽̏̊̊͛͑͌̓͌̀͊̑̈́̄̾̔̀́͊̓̍̐̆̏͊͋̽̌͑͘͘̕̕̕͘͠͝͝ͅͅw̴̢̨̧̛̛̟̰̻͚̮̖̬̭̹̘̞̼̦͔͎͕̱̙̼͙̪̱̭͓̫̟̹̺͙̜̘͎̲̪̲̄̽͌́̔̍̂̎̈́̌̀͗̽̑̆͗̒͆̈̒͌̃͆̎͒̾̒̐̽̏̐͌͋̅͋̑̚͘̕͠͝ͅǟ̷̡̢̡̨̧͓̼̦̣͇̻̻̦̳̹̲͙̗̝̙͖̞̣̘͉̘͉̥̭̠̺̖͕̩̖̤̰͙̭̯̝̥̬̻͓̟̜͚͔̙̳̈́͊́̔̒̂͐̔͌͂́͛̀̋́̈́̈́̅̌̇̀͋̓̈̓͜͝͝͝ͅͅs̸̢̨̢̨̡̢̧͕̥̞̱̻͕̣̻͈̮̘͍̪̜̺̳̮͙͇̠̩͍̦̲̟̯̹̖̬̹̭̘̦͖̫̺̖̖̰͎̪͕̣̜̞̖̗̝͕̦̉̓̈̓́̎͆̓̌̀̉͑̊͂̈́̚̕͜͜ͅ ̶̢̛̯̳͈͓͈͉͇̠͕̪̮͇͓̳͍̮̬̞̄̉̍̈́͒͛̈́̍̍̀͆͆̂̈̒͐̈́͒̈́́̿̀̉̆̾́̾͊̇̃̀́̌̏̀͒͒̿̓̀͊͐̃̀̿͒̇̾̒̀̇̈́̍̚̕̚͝͝͝n̷̨̮̦̣͈̝̮̼̥͙͈͂̀́̀̿̾͌̽̈́́͊̌̂̔̽̿̓͗͋͆͗̓͐́̇͗͐̓̋̈́̋͐͋̎͊̀͆͛̔̽̀̉̀̊̀͂̾̏̓̾̏͘̕͘͘͘͜͠͠͠͝͠ͅͅơ̶̢̡̡͙̬̪̱̮̗̙̗͎͍̬͍̮͖͕̲͕̝̲̠̠̼̞̹̩̜͙͕̟͝ ̸̡̡̨̨̨̡̭̯̖͉̲̩͎̖̘͍͓͉͚̣̜̠̙̹̳̻̮̗̞̮̬̣͍͕̤̱̳̲̱̱̩̱͉̩̲͇̜̰̜͇̻̳̫̖̜̞̪̪̼̩̯̝̫̹̜̱̞̼͙̯̦̩͙̀͂͐́̾͗̈́̌͋̔̋̈́͗͛̕͜͜ͅͅͅͅot̸̨̡̟̫̺̭̦̗͈̻͖̻͔̫͔̼̯̠̝͙͙͍̝̘̞̥̖̙̮̭̯͙͖̫͕͓̰̲̬̲͔̝̻̝̠̿̌̓̅̽̋̒̇́͊̏̔͑͗͑̿̈͑͘͝͝ͅͅh̶̢̨̡̨̛̛̛̛̖̮͓̠͈̬̬͚̠̱̜̣̱̟͎̲͕̣͈̼̰̦̤̜̣̖̼̯͍̼̣͙̩̯͓̩̥̯͕̹̣̼̮̙̫͔̟̣̫̲́̏͂̃́͑͐͆͆͛͑̏͐̊̀̏̅̍̎̀̇̂͊̿̈́̽̑́̓̊͋̅͋̂̔̇̚͘̚͝͠͝͝͝͝ͅͅẹ̵̢̨̨̧̡̛̟̤̙̰̝͙̤̥̫̖̩̺̹̹̭͙̼̗͖̬̘̪̹̣̭̥̮͇̪̭̱̰̰̺͔̖̩̼͓͓͕̞̺͓͓̖͍̱͓̪͕̳̦̙̻͔͙̼̘͓̗̓̆͛̃̃̏͒̿̀̆̏̈́̔̆̉̋̃́͌̍̆͑͒͌̀͋͑́̍͑͊͂̿̕̚͜͠ͅͅr̷̨̨̨̢̨̨̰͇̹͖̜̞̯̥͈̯̯̪̤̯̩̞͕̟͍̲̠̗͈͕͓͎̪̞̳̩̭̹͚͍̯̤̰̲̥̭̥͍̦̰̱̟̻̬̬̗̠̱̳͇̻̱̈̈͒̀̾̏̑̏̀̆͛͂͗̌̈̀́̃̽̈̆̀́̃͌͋́̊̽̇̐̆́̉̏̈́̍̄̓̀̐̄͘̚͜͝͝͝͝ͅͅ ̷̢̟͕͇͚̙͙̬̦̣̤͙̝̘̣̖̠̪̬̠̤͕̜͓͍͙͇̇̃͊̽̈̑͐̉͛̎͑͗̍̈́͐͌͛̿́̒͆̎̈́̈͋͗̋̾̑̒̑̊̚͜͜͝͝͠͠w̵̢̡̨̛̛̬̣̮̤̥̙̻̲͙̻̣͖̯̭̟̖̺̬̬̠̦̦̩̰̗̝̭̳͈̙̤̤̖̜͍̖͚̺̝̞͉̤͈͉̻͇̔̌̓̄͒̅̏̿̓͆͊̈́́̀͌̐̉̽̑̎̉̃̑̈̚͘̕̚̚͜͝ͅͅá̸̧̧̛̼̯͔̺̥̮͉̭̬̰̯͎̩̱̯̱̲̩̖̹̘͇̮̤̱̰̖̥̻̣̭̯̩̙̀̉͂̑͌́̌͛͊͒̍̄̂̏̇̎́̈́̍̏̏̽̀̊̐̒̑̏͑͊͊͂̍͑͑̓̏̅̒͑͂̍̌̅͌̽̈́͊̚̚͘͘̚͝͠͠ỳ̶̲̘̰͙̦͓͙͙̝̦̺̊͑̒̃̏̿̔͂̐̐̓̈́̈́̀̂̊́͐̈̂͂̓̈́̅͌͊̀͑̃͊̓̂̋̎̋̓͋̂̉̐̐̀͐̏̏̄̓̍̅̏̓̂̇̍̈͊̾̌͘̕̕̚͘̕̕͜͜͝͝͝͝͠