"Meet me at midnight in the forest of my dreams. We'll make a fire and count the stars that shimmer above the trees. Corinne. ♡♡"
"Your hair is winter fire, January embers, my heart burns there too."
°Ben Hanscom Fanfiction°
°Ben Hanscom × OC°
°(A/N...
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•°Ben's POV°•
It didn't take much time for the others to join us and racing down the road to the one place that freaked most of us out. Our bikes was thrown to the ground in a hurry, my mind only focused on getting Corinne out of that horrid house.
"Guys, spikes." Bill says, pointing at the pointy objects laying all over the lawn, I lend a hand picking them up placing it in Bill's backpack, glass breaking had us all looking at Richie in disbelieve, his only response was to shrug throwing the broken glass bottle to the ground.
One after the other we entered the house, looking back I saw one of them weren't following or stepping into the house.
"Stan?"
The others froze turning to the door, watching Stanley frozen, not showing any signs of entering.
"Stan, we all have to go, B-beverly was right. If we split up like last time, that clown will kill us one by one, but if we stick together, all of us, we'll win. I promise." Bill speaks up, ir help him taking a cautious step into the house, we followed Bill down to the basement where he saw the well.
"Hey, Eddie. You got a quarter?" Richie asks.
"I wouldn't want to make a wish in that fucking thing." Eddie says, staring down into the darkness of the well.
"Corinne? Beverly?" I called out, my voice bouncing from the walls, echoing further down the well, but there was no reply from the girls.
"How are we suppose to get down there?" Mike asks.
Bill found a very old rope laying on the ground not that far from the well, hopefully it would hold, they tied it on a hook above the well. Mike made sure it was tight enough, to get all of us down.
"All right." Mike says, eddie getting on the rope next, Richie going next, when it was my turn, I had a bit of trouble getting down. "Guys, guys, help." Ibwhisper, glad when Richie helped me in the mystery hole in the well's wall.
"All right, buddy." Richie says, in his own way he was asking if I was okay, maybe he wasn't such an ass like he has tried projecting to everyone.
"Yeah, I'm okay." I told him, dusting off my shirt. We started crawling through the hole, when we got stopped Mike's screams had us freezing, turning back around.
"Mike!"
"Mike!"
"Mike!"
"You okay? Mike!" Stanley yells, Mike was nowhere in sight, but when Henry came into sight smiling down at us, his entire face was covered in blood, another physco to deal with.
"Bowers. Mike. Fuck." Richie mutters. Henry started laughing his eyes glued to all of us.
"Mike!" Bill yells.
"Where is he?" I ask worried.
"We're next." Richie mumbles.
Henry grabbed our rope untying it. "No, no, no! Grab it!" Stanley yells, Henry let the rope fall further down tge well. "Get the rope! Get the rope!" Eddie yells, but no one was able to grab it in time.
"Oh shit."
Henry disappeared from our sight, which couldn't be a good thing, because Mike was up there all by himself.
"Mike!"
"Mike! Leave him alone!"
I was scared, we all were. Bill was staring up deep in thought. "I should get up there." He says.
"Are you insane? With what?" Richie asks like he was crazy to even think that.
A sudden body falling down the well past us, shocking all of us.
"Holy shit."
"Oh my."
"Mike!" Eddie yells, staring up, but for a moment we almost lost hope, until he popped into our view. "I'm okay. I'm okay." Mike says, making us sigh in relief. He got another rope climbing down joining us in the hole.
