Hanahaki

Parts: I II Warnings: Gore, Death, Vomiting, Suicide Mention, Body Horror, Hanahaki Disease Pairings: Original Characters Throughout Babey A/N: This is a two parter, the second part will be posted later today along with the ao3 link. Also, the hanahaki disease isn’t explained that well, so fair warning, also the start of me posting original writing on Tumblr!!

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‘ Hanahaki Disease: A disease which is the effect of the patient’s romantic feelings being unrequited. This causes a flower to grow in the patient's lungs, which will grow until it renders breathing impossible. The disease can be cured with the roots being removed, but the operation renders the patient incapable of having romantic feelings. It can also be cured if the patient's feelings are returned.

Symptoms: Coughing/vomiting up blood and flower petals, difficulty breathing. ’

He swallowed and looked up at the doctor. He felt something rise in his throat and he quickly grabbed the trash bin to cough up whatever it was in his throat. He pulled away and grimaced when he saw the yellow, blood-covered. petals. He looked up at the doctor, and she shrugged helplessly.

“You’d still be able to feel platonic love and familial love, just not romantic feelings,” She reminded him, “nobody's really survived without the operation.”

He was quiet for a few minutes before saying, “You say that like people have before.”

She smiled sadly and nodded, she tucked some of her red hair behind her ear. She scratched her cheek as she spoke, “Well, yes, but there’s only about three hundred out of the millions who are affected every year.”

He nodded and swallowed, he could still taste the almost plastic of the flower petals.

There was an uneasy quietness that had settled in the room. A woman was crying down the hall, a man screaming in agony. Maybe they had just lost a child, or maybe they were siblings and they had just lost a parent.

The thought of lost love made more petals rise in his throat and he quickly spat them into the trash. He grimaced at the smell of stale blood that had settled there. He stared down at the petals and hesitantly grabbed one from the puddle of new and old blood. He stared at it and looked up at the doctor, she smiled slightly and grabbed it from him.

She wiped away the blood from the yellow petal, she glanced back up at the taller man, who was clearly weak from the illness.

“It’s a sunflower petal, you have a good chance that the person you love has feelings for you too.” The doctor said, trying to give her patient some hope.

He smiled at her and nodded, “I’ll think about the operation, and, uh, just a quick question, will I still be able to work?”

The doctor nodded, adjusting her shirt. “Yes, at least until the flower makes it too hard to breathe. What do you do for work?”

“I’m the manager at the local grocery store, I also bag items there too.” He explained, getting up from the table and walking to the door.

Before the doctor could say anything else, he walked out of the room and down the hall. He passed a few people before he had to cough again, he covered his mouth with his hand, sighing at the sight of the bloody flower petals sticking to his hand. Somebody passing him noticed and gasped.

The woman touched his shoulder and gave him a sympathetic look, “I’m so sorry.”

He nodded and continued to walk on, grabbing a wet wipe and wiping off his hand. He couldn’t shake the look the woman had, or what she had said. It was almost as if she was saying sorry for a death, almost like he was already dead.

He went on to his car and quickly got in. He buckled his seat belt and started to drive. He was going to die, but he wasn’t going to die because of a car accident.

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 When he got home he was almost immediately surrounded by his friends. They pulled him to sit on the couch, staring at him intently.

“So?” His brother asked, tapping his foot rapidly. “What did the doctor say?”

He swallowed and looked down, he licked his lips. He couldn’t seem to get the taste of stale blood out of his mouth these days. What was he supposed to say? That he was fine? Tell them the truth?

He finally made his choice and took a deep breath, his heart felt like it was beating out of his chest as he made his confession.

“I was right. It’s Hanahaki Disease.”

The room went silent instantly, it was like a morgue. Or like a funeral room already full of mourners. He looked up and around at his friends. He didn’t want to die, not this young. His eyes finally landed on the one who had caused him his illness. They made eye contact for a second before he looked away.

“W-what’re you gonna do?”

He shrugged helplessly, patting his youngest brother on the shoulder.

“I’ll figure something out, don’t worry.”

They all watched as he stood up and left the room.

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 He sat in the living room and watched as the older man walked out. He looked around at his friends and they all looked down when they heard the horrible coughing come from his room.

He knew what he should do, but what if it wasn’t him causing it? He shook his head minutely and leaned his elbows on his knees. He was sat on the floor cross-legged. He didn’t know what to do, he felt horrible.

They all looked up when they heard rapid footsteps come out of the man’s room and into the bathroom. They all knew what was happening.

He swallowed and stood up, “I’ll go check on ‘im.”

And as he left the others dispersed out of the room. He sighed and slowly walked into the bathroom, frowning when he saw the other man was still vomiting. He walked over and kneeled down behind him, rubbing his back gently.

The touch almost instantly caused another wave of half-digested food, blood, and flower petals to spill out of his mouth. His frown deepened and he brushed his friend’s golden-brown hair away from his forehead.

“You’re gonna be okay.” He whispered, still rubbing his back.

The older man laughed softly and nodded, “I sure hope so.”

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 He didn’t want to die, but lord he sure felt like he was going to every time he breathed. The sickness was starting to take its hold on him, on certain parts of his arms you could see the stems start to poke out from underneath his skin. He felt tired all the time, out of breath. He could still hold down most food, that was good.

But he was vomiting and coughing up the petals and tiny flowers more often, that wasn’t good. But he had developed an odd sort of appreciation for sunflowers. He had looked for the meaning in an old gardening book the person who had caused this illness owned.

‘ Sunflowers are symbols of adoration, loyalty, and longevity. ’

He thought the longevity part of the meaning was funny, seeing as the flower was slowly killing him from the inside out. He had also become oddly at peace with the thought of death, the idea of it. The concept of just not living anymore.

He didn’t want it to happen though, obviously, nobody did. Who wanted to die? nobody. Unless you were suicidal, of course. But he wasn’t, he still wanted to live. He still wanted to be able to get married, to the person who was causing him his illness, of course.

He sighed and leaned against the wall, it hurt to breathe. He had gone in for an x-ray yesterday, the flower was occupying almost half of his lungs now. He’d need to stop the physical labor soon. Maybe even now, his boss would understand. He had said he’d still pay him the double wage while he was sick.

Everybody acted like they were walking on eggshells around him since he had been diagnosed too. That was the worst part of the whole thing, he didn’t want people to think he was dying.

He sat at the table, a piece of paper in front of him and a pencil. He grabbed the pencil and started to write.

‘ Dear Quill,

I love you, ’

Before he could continue writing he had to cough up some more petals, he swallowed when he saw how many more petals were mixed into the blood. Was that normal?

He shook the thought off and started to write again

‘ I love you, please don’t blame yourself for the illness. It’s not your fault, it’s mine. Please don’t hate me, and don’t let anyone tell you it’s your fault for me being sick. ’

More petals, that was barely a minute between coughs. That wasn’t normal, and he knew that. He also noticed how much harder it was to breathe, was the letter speeding the growth up? God, he hoped not. He just had to finish the letter, then he’d be okay with dying.

‘ I love you, please don’t blame yourself for the illness. It’s not your fault, it’s mine. Please don’t hate me, and don’t let anyone tell you it’s your fault for me being sick. I love you unconditionally, hence the flower currently suffocating me. ’

More petals. More blood.

‘ Just know that I love you. ’

He coughed up more petals, an entire flower coming with it He was dying. He was dying right now. He’d surely die if he kept writing this letter. And in all honesty, he couldn’t bring himself to care.

‘ I love you. I love you. I l ’

He pushed the paper away from him, grabbing the trash can and heaving more and more petals, blood, and small sunflowers into it. He felt the vines start to make their way out of his mouth and around his neck. He started to panic and grabbed and pulled at the vines, but he couldn’t pull them loose.

He started to feel hot, he couldn’t breathe. Plant vines were wrapping themselves around his neck and squeezing, so that made sense. He didn’t want to die, he felt tears start fall down his face, but he couldn’t tell if they were water or blood.

He fell forward onto the table, reaching for his phone, it would be helpful if he could manage to talk. He brushed the screen with his fingertips, the cold glass the last thing he felt. He tried to scream as he felt the vines start to invade his body. He was suffocating. He tugged weakly at the vines at his neck. He choked out a final word, that no one except the walls and the table and flower would be able to hear.

“Quill..."

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 He and the rest of their friends all screamed when they saw the body lying limply at the table. He rushed forward to the older man, his heart-stopping when he saw the pale skin, still open eye and sunflower hanging out of the man’s mouth.

He was too late. The other man was gone. He was frozen in place, helpless to do anything else but stare at the corpse. He wanted to run, he wanted to run as far away as his legs could take him. But his legs were seemingly glued to the tile floor. Everything else was a blur, all he could do was stare at the corpse.

The body was covered with vines and flowers and blood. The flowers were sprouting out from his skin and underneath his clothes. The vines were wrapped tightly around his neck, blood spilling over them in some places. The sunflower in his mouth was covered in blood and there seemed to be a bit of his lungs. The thought made his stomach churn. The blood in his veins had been replaced with vines.

On his arms, the vines had forced themselves from out of his muscles and skin, blood pouring down his arms. His face was tinted a faint purple, the green vines more prominent under his eyes and on his cheeks. One of his eyes had been replaced with one of the bright yellow flowers. The blood dried to his face, but still pouring off his nose and dripping onto the wood of the table.

It could’ve been beautiful. It could’ve been if it hadn’t been so bloody. If it hadn’t been so disgustingly grotesque. If it hadn’t been a million more things. It would’ve been beautiful if it hadn’t been him.

He noticed the letter, that it had his name on it. He pulled it out from underneath the vine wrapped arm. He started to read it but couldn’t get past the first five words without wanting to vomit, the taste of acid stinging his tongue.

He was in shock, staring at the body of the man in front of him. It wasn’t just any man though, was it. It was him. It was Alden, it was his Alden. The man he met in the third grade, the man he had slowly fallen in love with in Junior year of high school.

His throat felt like sandpaper and he coughed into his hand, his blood running cold when he saw the flower petals. They were Anemone petals. ‘ Anemone: Forsaken, forgotten love, affection. ’

Paranormal Journeys Part 7 (Monster Roommate AU)

WOW I FINALLY DID IT. So I started a new job and things have been NUTS but this fic is not dead and I am determined to finish it. And dont you worry folks I’m a stubborn ass who does not quit. So here it is the next chapter. Leech gets tortured a bit and Penny visits an old friend. Hope you guys like it!

Ch 7 Mike Hanlon gets a Visitor

A screech echoed though the old barn of the former Hanlon sheep farm. Leech glanced furiously around the stall she was in. A moment ago she was full and happy then suddenly a cloth was pressed to her mouth and a bag over her head.

“WHO THE FUCK IS THE IDIOT THAT CHLOROFORMED ME!!” The vampire roared “CAUSE I’D LIKE TO KNOW WHO’S HEAD IM RIPPING OFF FIRST!”

Her head snapped in the direction of footsteps and she tried to charge with supernatural speed but felt a short chain attached to her neck snap tight. The nosferatu snapped her jaws in frustration.

“Ok guys get everything ready make sure the cameras are rolling and somebody wake up Chris.” Zander shouted as he approached the struggling vampire.

“Don't worry we’re going to help you.”

“BITCH THE ONLY HELP I NEED IS FINDING SPACE TO STORE YOUR LEFTOVERS!!” She snapped.

The ghost hunter pulled a cross from his coat and held it out at the nosferatu who began to hiss loud and sweat. He quickly put it away at her reaction.

“She's possessed all right, did you see how much she recoiled in terror? this is definitely a powerful demon were dealing with here”

“Demon?! Motherfucker I'm friends with demons, you wouldn't know a demon if it came up and bit you in the ass.” Leech spat and pulled on her chain.

“Note the foul language and denial. The creature that has ahold of her is definitely scared and trying to protect its self.”

“Protect myself from what? This shit show excuse of a reality tv exorcism? Tell ya what, if you free my hands i’ll spew pea soup at big boy over there and speak latin backwards. These shackles are tight as fuck can’t a girl get a little comfort?”

“Gosh its foul mouthed.” the bigger ghost hunter said to the team.

“Yeah thats how they are bro it's definitely going to try to provoke us. Whatever you do don't engage.” Zander said to his team mate while placing different items on a table

“You started it.” Leech mumbled. “What are those?”

“We're going to force you out of this poor girl.”

“AH! So its to be torture! I can cope with torture.” Leech flashed a cocky grin and wiggled her eyebrows expectantly.

“Did you…. steal that line from Princess Bride?” the bigger ghost hunter Rick asked her.

“Eeeyyy! Someone finally gets my references! And to think I was gonna eat this guy first!”

“RICK don't engage it!” Zander hissed

“Found our villain! Now tell me do you have six fingers on your left hand or am I gonna be calling you Humperdink”

“I think it was the right hand” Rick interjected

“Huh no shi-OW FUCK JESUS CHRIST!!!” Leech screamed as holy water was flung at her face by the lead ghost hunter. A cluster of painful burns began to bubble on her skin where the water had landed. “RUDE!”

“Silence demon!”

“I’M NOT A DEMON! GOD you are like the biggest edge lord! What’s next? You gonna start shouting bible verses too like they do in the movies?” she snarled as Chris walked in the room.

“Z I had the weirdest fucking dream.”

“Not now bro we’re doing the exorcism.”

“Yeah poorly. Bet you dickbags got all your training from bad horror movies and porn parodies.”

“Sheesh that thing is nasty” Chris winced

“Demon Dick 5?” the Rick asked as his companions glared at him in shock and annoyance.

“One of my favorites Rick. I like this guy have him do the exorcism!”

“We've already wasted enough time!” Zander shouted and picked up a book from the table he began to read a passage and Leech dramatically pretended to hiss and writhe her tongue lolling out of her mouth. “Hahaha Man oh man if Phil could hear you guys talking about him like this he'd be laughing with me just as hard! Shit wait somebody text him for me!”

“Why would we do that? Also who's phil?”

“Oh right, Phil is Satan we used to play poker together before my boyfriend banned it from the house. Not my doing for once lets get that clear.”

“Don't listen to a word its saying guys”

“Aw come on Humperdink let me just text my buddy once” her eyes flashed white over in Rick’s direction before being splashed with holy water once again. The nosferatu’s skin sizzled and steam rose from her burns. “J-just….text…LOL getting… a half assed….exorcism…hit send…. mph there.”

Chris glanced over to Rick who’s eyes had rolled up into his head he was holding her cellphone which just buzzed with a notification. “RICK SNAP OUT OF IT!” he shouted and turned to the grinning vampire pelting a rock at her face. “LET HIM GO”

Leech spat as the stone broke her nose and looked back up sticking her tongue out through the black ichor dripping down her face.

“CHRIS! Control yourself!” Zander shouted and Leech winked back at the two.

“Read it Ricky!” she smirked.

“I-it says R-O-F-L cant be there, at yoga getting this ass….its a picture of a goat and a woman’s back side” Rick’s eyes rolled back down and Leech vomited a small amount of black goo onto the barn floor. “Phew that took more out of me than I thought” she muttered and panted.

“RICK!”

“I'm sorry she did something to my head!”

“Ok but can you at least show the picture though?” the vampire asked looking up from her now bruising eye and nose.

“NO!” the other two ghost hunters turned and shouted.

“OH COME ON! I wanna see that booty”

“WOW this thing is terrible!” Chris glanced over at Zander who was prepping to try another round of bible verses.

“I know bro this is one of the nastiest ones we've dealt with! This is pure evil we’re dealing with here.” The lead ghost hunter clapped his friend on the shoulder reassuringly.

“Aww I'm blushing! you really mean it?!” the vampire shouted to them

“Bro hand me my rosary.”

“What are those? Anal beads? So you HAVE seen Demon Dick 5!”

Zander got close and began to shout “IN THE NAME OF JESUS CHRIST I COMMAND YOU TO GET OUT OF THIS WOMANS BODY”

“Hahaha that was totally a direct quote.” Leech laughed again but was cut short when the silver cross dangled in front of her face “FUCK GET IT AWAY!” She hissed and the ghost hunter dangled it closer to her. Leech could feel her skin burn with heat where it drew close. The ghost hunter threw another wave of holy water at her and she hissed in pain face turning skeletal for a second as her skin sizzled. “A-all right if were gonna get straight into the kinky stuff we should at least have a safe word. Mine’s usually Float.” she tried to joke through the pain. Her skin was on fire with the crucifix being so close.

“Z I don't think she's a demon” Rick said tugging on his leaders arm

“Rick I’ve been at this way longer than you I know a demon when I see one”

“Bullshit you're doing this all wrong. Plus Im not a demon I can prove it too if you hand me that orange.” Leech panted.

“I don't know Z this could be a trick” Chris said with worry.

“Look have you ever seen one do some of the shit she just did? Just hand her the orange”

“Fine Rick. Fine. We’ll humor you but if nothing happens we’re getting right back to the exorcism.”

Zander rolled the fruit over to the vampire who glared up at him from her knees “You gonna undo my hands so I can eat this?”

“No.”

“Weeeelllll fuck you then! So much for what’s left of my dignity.” she grumbled and bent down to the floor biting into the fruit as best she could to suck out the juice. “Ahm hoing to rerhet hiss ho huch…” she said while her fangs sunk in. Leech came up with a weak expression on her battered and burnt face looking nauseous and dizzy. “You're all gonna wanna stand back when I- HURK!” the vampire suddenly lurched forward and spewed out blood and guts onto the barn floor in an inhuman amount. She kept going for a solid five minutes until Leech was slumped over supported by the chain around her neck. “Huh, is that an engagement ring? Shit I need to chew my food.” she wheezed before emptying the rest of her stomach contents.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!?!” all three ghost hunters screamed in unison.

“Yeah lets see Pazuzu pull that shit!” Leech grinned declaring victory before shouting at some unknown force in the ground “YOU HERE THAT ZUZU I JUST OUT WEIRDED YOU! WHATCHA GONNA DO NOW BITCH!? PEA SOUP GOT NOTHING ON ME!”

“Zander! If this is not a demon then what the hell is she bro?” Chris turned to his leader in a panic

“Nosferatu.” a vaguely familiar female voice said walking into the barn “What you're dealing with is a nosferatu.”

leech sniffed the air and snarled in disgust.

“Fuck.”

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Somewhere in the town of Derry, Mike Hanlon was laying in his bed coming down from another high. It was time to turn in for the night but with all that had been going on the last couple days the librarian needed a fix…. just a quick one to calm the nerves. His night would be anything but calm when two glowing yellow eyes lit up his room like the obnoxious christmas lights his neighbors had set up.

“Mike” something whispered in the dark “Mike! Help us!” came another disembodied voice. He knew them all too well. The librarian sat up in his bed glancing around his room unaware of the creeping fingers clawing up his mattress. Burnt hands wrapped around the terrified man pinning him down while a disheveled looking monster from his childhood nightmares stepped into the moonlight.

“Thought you could trick me did ya Mikey? Thought you could fool Ol’Pennywise by taking what he loves most. Stupid boy! Stupid, stupid, stupid! No one fools me. no one.” the clown began his voice shaky and dangerous trying to mask the obvious panic behind it as he paced. The creature’s posture and gait reminded him of a nervous caged animal unpredictable and dangerous. Something was very wrong with IT.

“Y-you? W-hy are you here?” the librarian asked cautiously.

“TELL ME where she is SHEEP BOY. Tell Penny where his peachy is and he’ll make it much much quicker for you. Yes! A quick death or a slow one pick your path!” he snarled as Mike was trying to decide if he was still high.  

“A-are you real?”

“REAL? Real THIS ISNT REAL ENOUGH FOR YOU MIKEY?”

Mike’s stomach flip flopped in realization of the little reminder of all those years ago. IT had to be real and now IT was in his bedroom.

“Penny knows you need time, yes iIknow you haven't figured out that stupid reptile’s riddles. Don't you fret sheep boy I am just here for her this time. Bring her to me, bring me my mate and you can go back to trying to understand what mortals cannot.” IT was frantically babbling around his room pacing like a tiger in a small cage looking almost fearful its self. Mike remembered that look well the last emotion he saw on ITs face before it vanished down that hole. Something was very, very wrong.

“A mate? …You?!” he asked trying to keep the creature talking to piece the situation together as best he could.

The clown shot him an unamused look as if this was far from the first time someone has asked that. “Where is my Leechie!? I am the questioner here!”

“You're talking about Lucy right? Something’s happened to her?”

“Lucy… Lucy yes, yes her human name. Don’t play games sheep boy release her to me!” Pennywise snarled while he stalked beginning to impatiently kick things over and sniff items of clothing desperate for that sweet smell of blood and ashes.

“Even if I did know where she is, why would I help you?”

The clown roared and charged forward coming in close to the trapped man on the bed fangs bared long and needle like. IT spat in Mike’s face drool and bits of flesh hitting his skin as it spoke. Something was very off with IT more so than usual, as if possessed by some sort of ancient instinct overriding its usual demeanor.

“You want to stop me don't you? I’ll let you live Mikey! Yesss I’ll let you try! One free shot! Just give me my Peachy!” IT was bargaining now just like it did in the cistern 27 years ago. The clown must be desperate.

“I don't have her” the librarian spat back at the clown who snarled and grabbed his throat. Suddenly Mike felt searing pain in his mind as IT forcibly invaded his thoughts its eyes blackened on the edges pupils drifting off into different directions till he found what he was looking for and returned them to focus. IT’s face changed again from rage, to shock and finally to embarrassment. In IT’s hate fueled assault on its enemy IT had made a grave mistake. Mike had nothing to do with his precious mate. In fact all Pennywise had done was just reveal his greatest weakness to his greatest enemy. IT had messed up and it had messed up bad.

The clown released the librarian and awkwardly backed up off the bed eyes large and wide. Wordlessly, IT glanced over to Mike’s bedroom door and without breaking eye contact opened it while silently slinking out like a dog with its tail between its legs. The hands around the librarian vanished into smoke and everything became calm and quiet around him. “What the hell just happened?” he asked the empty void not expecting to get a response and not sure if he wanted one either.

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Pennywise returned to his home to find his…..friends? Seated on his couch awaiting the result of his hasty impromptu rescue mission. That, and they were probably mad that he tore Freddy’s head back off in rage. Even his cat seemed a bit upset with him.

“Well? Did you embarrass yourself?” Chucky asked him taking a drag from one of Leech’s joints.

“It…..it wasn't the librarian…” the clown muttered.

“Oh yeah he embarrassed himself.” Freddy laughed still applying a few more staples to his neck.

“Hey if Fangs doesn't come back can I use her room? Thinkin’ about making it into a nice man cave” Chucky boldly asked earning him a death glare from the distressed clown.

Penny snarled and shooed everyone away from his couch snatching up Church to absentmindedly pet as if the cat was a coping mechanism for his current state. What if she doesn't come back? There were emotions he was feeling he didn't think were possible. His new strange instinct to protect driving him to near insanity as he was currently in a constant war with himself to drive the feeling back. Nature and ego raged war inside the eldritch being.

His inner thoughts were interrupted when the door to Neibolt House creaked open the residents all took their leave except the owner who still sat on his couch stroking his cat not wanting to put any effort into this one.

“H-Hello?” a voice called out. “Uh clown? Pennywise?” Mike had never actually called the clown by name before it felt weird on his tongue.

Something appeared behind the librarian blocking his exit.

“What do you want” IT hissed low and in a whisper. Mike turned to see the god of fear its self looming behind him with a plump dirty grey cat tucked under its arm. The two stared at each other in hatred and confusion. The librarian looked at Church and back to the clown.

“Is that a cat?”

“Possibly..”

“Are you going to explain why you have it?”

“No.”

“….what the hell happened to you?” Mike whispered half to the clown half to himself.

“Why are you here?” pennywise snarled growing impatient.

“I cant believe I'm saying this but I'm here to….help.”

“YOU WHAT?!” the house shook with the inhuman roar released from Pennywise’s throat.

“LET ME EXPLAIN HOLD ON!” the librarian put his hands out in an attempt to calm the savage beast who had nearly thrown the animal in its arms.

“You have five seconds human before I tear out your eyes.”

“Look you want your…uh girlfriend or whatever she is back. I need more time to figure out how to kill you.”

“Is this a bargain?” the clown raised his eyebrow suspiciously.

“Whoever has her is most likely trying to get to you and will try to harm you as well. We both know all they will do is send you back to sleep and if that happens I can’t stop you and you lose the girl. I can help you get her back. I have a way into the farm, and I can distract whoever has her as a friendly face. Then we can go back to trying to kill each other, business as usual.”

The clown glared at mike with a fury that made the librarian tremble with fear. This had been a mistake he was going to die and everything will be ruined on this stupid risk.

“You dare assume I cannot solve my own problems sheep boy?? What’s to stop me from tearing you apart right now.”

“That.” Mike pointed behind the clown. Pennywise slowly turned to see a box with a balloon tied to it specifically just to mock him. The clowns eyes grew wide as he sniffed the air and saw the black ooze leaking out of the corner of the cardboard. With careful claws he opened the lid and peered inside letting out one of the most horrifying sounds Mike Hanlon had ever heard in his life. The box was thrown to the floor and an object rolled out of it. It was a cold pale finger tipped with a sharp feminine nail and the blood that leaked from it was black.

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Uh oh what did Leechie do this time? Poor clown be going NUTS over all this. Im so excited to do some frenemy shit with Pen and Mike like Ive been DYING to get here. Also its Leech’s turn to meet an old enemy. Wonder who it is?

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GOT7 Hogwarts Moodboard AU Introductory Post

Kunpimook Bhuwakul (Bambam) : Slytherin

Third Year | 10″ Sycamore, White River Monster Spine, Springy | Member of the Silver Spears | Dove (Patronus) | Half Blood | Metamorphmagus (special ability) | Magical Theory, Charms, Transfiguration (best subjects) | Jackson Wang, Mark Tuan, & Im Jaebum (best friends) | Kim Yugyeom (Boyfriend)

Extra AF

This boy is just doing too much. All the time. For no reason other than to just be doing it.

Most people call him Bammie

Kunpimook is a mouthful - he also won’t really respond to it, mostly because sometimes he forgets it’s his name because nobody calls him that. Like, what are you even doing, are you new here!? “Kunpimook? Hello!? Kunpimook? BAMBAM!?” “What? Were you talking to me? Call me by my name then, idiot.”

Cute AF

Bammie also serves looks like nobody’s business. Probably the most fashion forward wizard in the goddamn country, okay?

Which is probably why Bammie likes being a metamorphmagus so much. He can change his hair, eyes, and facial features at will to basically whatever he wants.

Sometimes he uses that advantage to make himself look older. His hyungs call him out on his bullshit every time, though. “I’m at least ten years older than you!” “Yah! I will smack you into last night.” <-- Jinyoung, probably.

Sassy AF

He’s also obsessed with keeping up with the latest celebrity trends. Wizarding or Muggle world - he does not care. His favorite thing to do is piss off purebloods with muggle trends.

Smartass AF

Refuses to work out. As far as he’s concerned that shit is annoying.

Legs for days - like where TF does he put them half the time, nobody knows.

Don’t beat yourself up if you can’t recognize him. He seriously loves to use his ability to mess with people.

Bammie loves to invent spells. He excels in Magical Theory and outside of creating his own fashion line when he leaves Hogwarts (because that’s happening one way or another), he really wants to create spells and charms. He’s good at it, too.

Meme face AF

On the one hand Bammie can be a very mature kid, especially since he’s only a third year.

On the other hand, he’s a little shit and he enjoys giving his hyungs premature gray hair.

This boy is in love with Kim Yugyeom LET ME TELL YOU.

Friendship Goals

Relationship Goals

Broship Goals

OTP Goals

You name it - YugBam has already taken the title for it.

They’re so freaking adorable it’s not even funny.

Jinyoung and Mark love to embarrass them by giving them fake sex talks  over breakfast.

Bammie holds a special place in Jackson’s heart. Jackson will purposely mess up Bammie’s hair, Bammie will then tell Jackson he’s an old fatass with no legs, Jackson will threaten to hang him up by his toes and beat him like a pinata and Bammie will retort with, “You can’t even reach that high.”

Two peas in a pod, those two.

Seriously though, Bammie is so in love Yugyeom. It’s so cute. All fluttery and what not.

It makes JJProject wanna vomit...but in a good way. Sort of.

Protected AF

You touch one of Jinyoung’s children and you’re going to die.

That being said you so much as look at any of Bammie’s friends sideways and he will concoct the most elaborate payback and you will suffer.

Don’t forget this boy IS in Slytherin and he is NOT to be trifled with, peasant.

He is typically a people pleaser but Bammie is one of the most ambitious kids in the school. He knows what he wants and he’s gonna go after it and if you’re in his way you’ve got two seconds to move before he forcibly does it for you.

He’s smart, too. So don’t think he can’t.

Jokes for days.

He’s not as funny as Jackson, but he sure as shit tries. When they get together you either can’t breathe because you’re laughing or you’re eternally in facepalm mode pretending you don’t know them. There’s no in between.

Bammie has great grades. He’s a Slytherin and he’s got shit to do, and he’s not about to let an F get in the way of his dreams.

He’s not insane about it, though like SOME people are YESHEISREFERRINGTOMARKBUTWHATEVER.

He has, on more than one occasion, incurred the wrath of Tuan (I fucking love you if you get this reference btw) by bothering him during exam time. They’ll be in the library, Mark will be hunched over his study notes with coffee in his free hand and ignoring the Earth and everything on it. Jackson will be in the room with in, being smart and actually leaving him alone but studying next to him nonetheless just so he can be close, and he’ll see Bammie creep in out of the corner of his eye.

“Bammie...don’t.”

“Oh, come on, hyung. Look at him. He’s got crazy eyes.”

“They’re cute crazy eyes. Don’t bother him.”

“Come on, it’ll be funny!”

“He’s going to kill you - you know that right?”

Bammie acknowledges this, but he is determined. While Mark is focused solely on the chaos that is his study space Bam will move Jackson so he’s out of Mark’s eyesight and morph himself to look like Jackson. His ‘prank’ is in motion.

He’ll come up behind Mark and practically yank the coffee cup from his hand. This will certainly get Mark’s attention...probably not the kind of attention you want from him though.

Looking as Jackson, Bammie will say, “Kisses MarkiePooh!” and puff his lips out like a fish.

“I will give you literally three seconds to give that back to me.”

“Aw, but Markipooh, you wouldn’t hurt your boyfriend, would you?”

“You think I don’t know what my boyfriend looks like? One.”

“What do you mean? I just wanted a kiss.”

“Three.”

“What? You missed tw--”

Mark has his coffee cup back in his hand and poor Bammie is on his ass turning an odd shade of maroon as the hex forces his features back to normal.

“Good one, baby.” Jackson tells him, knowing Mark is already back on Planet Bananas. “To be fair, I told you not too, punk.”

“Who are you calling punk, half pint!?”

Bam is going to get himself killed via his hyungs one of these days. I’m telling you. That’s basically his school year in a nutshell - trying not to die from pissing them off.

They love the crap out of him though. So he’s safe...most of the time.

Trust me, you want Bammie on your side. For one thing, he’s a great ally to have and not somebody you want for an enemy.

For another, he’ll totally fix that horrid fashion sense of yours.

“Oh my god, if I see you wear those awful shoes one more time...”

*pictures and gifs aren’t mine. i made the moodboard but the pictures i got off of tumblr and google. credit to their respective owners.

Accept What God Allows

The entire waiting room got silent. All of a sudden everyone stopped minding their own business and all the attention was on Trinity and the people she was with. Peanut began to cry loudly, as if she understood the bad news that had just been delivered. Breathing heavy, and breaking out into a sweat Trinity felt a panic attack coming on. She looked at her daughter as she cried harder and began to kick and slowly swing her fists. Flash backs of sex scenes, long nights in the trap, phone calls from unknown numbers, and Shawn's eyes ran through her head in slideshow fashion at a rapid speed. As Trinity began to hyperventilate and shake her eyes rolled to the back of her head and her vision went black. “ELI CATCH THE BABY!” Judith screamed. “TRINITY YOU OK? HEY!! WHAT THE HELL TRINITY?!” Azury grabbed her arm with one hand and used the other hand to brace the middle of Trinitys back. Her vision went black, and she felt like she would vomit. Everything was spinning. She felt her father pulling the baby from her so she let go. And she felt the medal from the chair so she knew she was sitting at this point. She had no idea what was happening but she knew she would nvever drop her child so she attempted to shake off the panic attack. Her mother asked for ice water and demanded Trinity to drink some once she got it. The water was so cold it snapped her back right away. She sipped and took a few deep breaths and realized Azury was still holding her hand. Speechless she stared at the floor. Trying to register what her mind was telling her. Opening her mouth to speak but no sound was coming out. She looked over at her father who had calmed the crying baby, and observed her mother who stood in front of her waiting for a sign that she was okay. “ HIV.” Trinity whispered. Azury looked down in shame. “Yea sis. HIV. I got it. And...you probably do too. And aint no telling how many other people have it. Shawn is nasty. He really got around.” Recalling the way her and Alexander met Trinity reassured Azury “oh you have no idea how much he got around.” Noticing everyone was still looking at them Judith motioned them to leave. “We need to go. Before these folk make me lose my religion. Just steady staring. Just rude.” Judith fussed out loud. Elijah and Trinity both knew when Judith got like that it was time to go. “Yea we still have to find a name for Peanut and go to the birth certificate office we should go.” Elijah agreed. Still trembling a little Trinity stood up holding Azury’s hand and they all headed toward the door. “Im gonna take my car and follow yall.” Azury said before letting go of Trinity. “Wait! Hey Trinity! Come here!” They all turned around to see Grace running in her six inch heels waving them down. “I gotta go Grace I gotta name my baby and get her home she getting cranky.” Trinity told her. “Please come back to the 4th floor. You weren't supposed to be discharged yet. The doctor found something in your charts, maybe something in your blood, I’m not sure, but you cant leave until he talks to you.” Grace looked concerned but didn't go in to detail. Feeling like she already knew what was goin on, Trinity let go of her mothers hand and walked with Grace. “We coming too babygirl.” Elijah said. “No daddy you not. Sit down. Feed my baby. And think of her name. I will be back.” Respecting the brave heart his daughter displayed Elijah found a seat and sat down. Judith and Azury followed suite as they watched Trinity walk down the hall and make a right turn into the elevator that led to the 4th floor. As if Grace knew what was going on she took a deep breath as they rode up. The door of the elevator slid open and Trinity followed Grace into the waiting room where the doctor was already there. Standing beside the doctor was a nurse who held packets of paper in her hand. Asking for the packets from the nurse the doctor gave Trinity a blank stare. “ Ms. Steeples. My my you are hard to track down. Been lookin for ya. Take a seat. I need to go over a few things with you.” Without saying a word Trinity sat down beside the doctor. “Ok I don’t like to beat around the bush so here's the deal. You have swollen lymph nodes. As well as a swollen pelvic area. These symptoms are not from delivery. Have you been with a partner that's not safe in sexual activity?” The doctor inquired. Clearing her throat before speaking Trinity sat up straight. “No sir not in a long time.” The doctor gave an insensitive chuckle. “Well.. somebody skipped the talk about birds and the bees because you should know it can take a while for things to show up so the time frame doesn’t matter. If you have ever been with a person that is not clean or safe, the answer is yes Ms. Steeples.” Fighting tears Trinity cleared her throat again. “Yes. Yes I have.” Nodding his head the doctor also pointed to her arm. “And this rash...wrong lotion? Or not enough lotion?” Rubbing her arm in the spot she never noticed until now tears ran down her face. “I don’t know sir, I never saw that before you just pointed it out.”  Flipping through the papers the doctor gave a quick head nod. “Ok so you have no clue what's going on with you. I can tell. I'm going to get the priest. You may need him.” Everyone knows the priest only comes when death is near. Trinity saw a flash of her baby’s face and began to sob. “I gotta be here for my baby I know I wasn't ready at first but I'm ready now and I don't want anyone to raise her but me!” She expressed loudly. Seeing the distress she was in the doctor softened up a bit. “We have cases like this all the time. It can and will be okay. But you have to make better choices with your life. Im going to get the priest and we will give you the diagnosis. He is only coming to pray with you if you feel like you need it.” Patting her shoulder he got up and walked away leaving her there alone. Grace was gone. The nurse was gone. It was just her. And she knew God was there. But she was alone. She closed her eyes and buried her face in her shirt. She smelled just like her baby, whom she so desperately needed to be around for. Assuming she knew what the diagnosis would be she began to pray silently. A calm feeling took over her. Goosebumps covered her body, and as she took a moment to remember God had never failed her she was ready to hear what her body was going through. She was still deep in prayer when she heard an elderly male voice call her name. “Trinity. Pick your head up. If you know God like I know God, there's no reason to hold it down.” The old man with green eyes gave her a slight smile. Getting her emotions together she scooted to the edge of her chair as the doctor sat back down and the priest stood up. “You’re right.... She replied wiping her tears with her sleeve. “I'm not sure...well..I think I may know what's going on...but I'm ready to hear it.” She spoke with a new boldness her prayer had just given her. “Ok Ms. Steeples. I told you I don't beat around the bush. So are you ready?” The doctor gave a side eye. Her heart pounding, and mind racing she shook her head yes. “Yes. Yes I am.” she firmly stated. She shot a small smile back at the priest. “I am ready to accept what God allows.” 

i’m standing in the bathroom. or more accurately i’m hiding in the bathroom and i’m trying really hard not to cry.  i’m just hiding and hiding and hiding. and hiding. from all my problems. and pretending like im washing my hands just washing and washing, and they’re getting really dry but i keep on washing and washing.

and then gary comes in and it’s just me and him and i’m waiting for some other woman to come in here please please. you can’t be in here, i say. he says, you’ve been in here for an hour. i say this is the women’s bathroom. he says, i’m a transgender. smirks like he’s mega owned me or something. i say no you’re not you have to get out. 

im shaking my hands off in the sink and i’m backing away and i’m trying to move closer to a stall because he’s blocking the way to the door and so i can’t get out. he says did you have something to do with me losing my job? i say no. and i shake my head violently. and i say i had no idea.

and he tells me he doesn’t know if he necessarily believes that. and i say honestly gary, i had nothing to do with it. i’m sorry about your job. i feel like you said something, he says. i feel like i have to share some photos. and of course i did say something and the air is so thin it’s so thin i can’t even breathe but i go on shaking my head i say gary i didn’t have anything to do with it i really didn’t.

he’s walking towards me and i’m an idiot, i’m an idiot i back myself into the wall, he grabs me and he pulls me into the wheelchair accessible stall, i say OK okay OKAY okay okay OKAy okay okay im sorry and im waiting for somebody to come use the bathroom and im wondering why nobody needs to fucking pee why doesnt anybody need to fucking pee? i say okay share the pictures and it feels like a defeat and i want to vomit but i’d rather just have them out there i would then go through this again he says.

i don’t feel like it. and then he says how’s eden? and anger mixes with my fear and my nausea and i almost puke and i can’t breathe at all and i think im gaspng, short sharp desperate breaths, and he’s just smiling down at me. says. stupid lesbo. and i’m still trying not to cry i’m trying not to fuck up my stupid fucking makeup and i cant even find the words.

he asks me again he says i asked how’s eden and i break and i cry and i say how do you think she’s doing after you raped her and i’m waiting for somebody come in please and i’m suffocating and here we are locked in this stall and he won’t let me move and won’t let me go. 

he says it wasnt rape, and he says he didn’t mean to injure her, but he says he hoped it took her down a peg anyway. he says he hoped he made her realize that even with fucked up junk she’s still not a man. and he says to me that i’m fucking delusional if i think that she could even compare to one. and i just cry and cry and i keep apologizing.

he pins me against the side of the stall and i beg him please please just share the pictures i don’t care and he says i told you, and he laughs, i don’t feel like it, and he pulls my skirt up and i sob and i’m choking on something my spit or snot or something and i beg him please and he holds his hand so tightly over my mouth and i really cant breathe and nobody comes in. nobody comes at all.

he’s so angry when he fucks me he talks about how he was only trying to help me and i fucked everything all up he tells me i’m going to go to hell he tells me to enjoy going to sleep to the sounds of eden beating my children he calls me a bitch and he calls me a cunt and he calls me a whore and he tells me to choke on his cock. 

he untucks my dress shirt and unbuttons it and he pinches my nipples so hard and tight they start to bleed, the other hand is still tight on my mouth and he cums inside me. and he says fuck you for making me lose my fucking job. i’m still crying and i can’t even breathe. what do you even fucking know, he says. he pulls me away from the wall a little and shoves me against it. my head hits the side and my hair cushions it luckily.

you’re a retard, he says. brought here for diversity points. my brain’s not working anymore. i just keep on choking on the word sorry. he leaves the stall and leaves the bathroom. i keep the stall door locked and i stay in there and cry until i can’t cry anymore and then i hide until work’s ended. a person comes in. hours after. i’m not even crying anymore when she comes.

and my boss calls me to her office when i try to sneak by my desk at the end of the day and she says where did you go, sierra? and i am so numb all over and i say i was just. but i don’t have anything to say. i don’t know what to say and everything is awful and i can’t breathe again.

she says, you weren’t here on monday, you were very late on tuesday.. i know this situation with gary is hard but i still need you to come in, okay? he’ll be gone before you know it. i say nothing. my voice isn’t working. is everything alright? she asks me. i nod and i try not to shake. i’m sorry, i gotta go, i say. i don’t want to miss the bus.

of course, she says. have a good evening, sierra. i keep expecting him to jump out but he doesn’t. and i don’t tell eden because i don’t want her to be worried and i feel so sick and stupid. i go to the bathroom and i lock the door. and i cry. silent as always. and i grab the razor and i relapse. i keep them shallow, i do. shallow enough to clear on their own eventually. but i make a lot. and i almost moan at the sting of it. i lick my blood.

the only way i can think of to explain is i feel like im in a vacuum and im getting sucked away. and i fantasize about suicide and i cry and i just hide and finally after an hour eden asks me what i’m doing and i tell her i’m constipated and she says my condolences and leaves me be. i rub my wrists exactly where i’d need to cut them to kill myself. feel the ridges and bumps of where i’ve tried that before.

i call a hotline and then i don’t know what to say and i’m so ashamed so i just say sorry and i hang up. i slam my wrists into the edge of the toilet seat again and again and again to try and ebb the craving to cut them open and let them bleed out and just die in there. i do it til they bruise, til they’re swollen and tender and sore. 

then i slam my head into the wall as i press on the bruises. i don’t really know how long i’m in there for. but eden’s footsteps approach and she probably was gonna offer me a laxative or something but she knows that thump thump thump like she knows the back of her hand and she says sierra what’s going on in there baby.

i’m not good i confess. let me come in she says quietly. so i unlock the door and she comes in. leans my head against her chest and cradles it, takes me full onto her lap. did something happen today? she asks me. no, i croak. she’s massaging my scalp gently, it feels nice. i sniffle and hiccup as my sobbing ebbs away and it sounds so raw and so ugly. just one of those days? she asks. i say yeah, she says that’s ok. and i say i’m sorry and she says shhhhhh and she goes on massaging.

and i still don’t say anything about it

Monster Sneak Peek! (Monster Roommate AU)

To prove that this fic isn't dead heres a sneak peek at the next chapter for the monster roommate au! This chapter is proving to be LONG but this first half was a blast to write. To recap Leech had gone missing and Penny had to ask for some help. He wasnt happy about it.

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A screech echoed though the old barn of the former Hanlon sheep farm. Leech glanced furiously around the stall she was in. A moment ago she was full and happy then suddenly a cloth was pressed to her mouth and a bag over her head.

“WHO THE FUCK IS THE IDIOT THAT CHLOROFORMED ME!!” The vampire roared “CAUSE I’D LIKE TO KNOW WHO’S HEAD I’M RIPPING OFF FIRST!”

Her head snapped in the direction of footsteps and she tried to charge with supernatural speed but felt a chain attached to her neck snap tight. The nosferatu snapped her jaws in frustration.

“Ok guys get everything ready make sure the cameras are rolling and somebody wake up Chris” Zander shouted as he approached the struggling vampire.

“Don't worry we’re going to help you.”

“BITCH THE ONLY HELP I NEED IS FINDING SPACE TO STORE YOUR LEFTOVERS!!” She snapped.

The ghost hunter pulled a cross from his coat and held it out at the nosferatu who began to hiss loud and sweat. He quickly put it away at her reaction.

“She's possessed all right, did you see how much she recoiled in terror? this is definitely a powerful demon were dealing with here”

“Demon?! Motherfucker I'm friends with demons, you wouldn't know a demon if it came up and bit you in the ass.” Leech spat and pulled on her chain.

“Note the foul language and denial. The creature that has ahold of her is definitely scared and trying to protect its self.”

“Protect myself from what? This shit show excuse of a reality tv exorcism? Tell ya what, if you free my hands i’ll spew pea soup at big boy over there and speak latin backwards. These shackles are tight as fuck can’t a girl get a little comfort?”

“Gosh its foul mouthed.” the bigger ghost hunter said to the team.

“Yeah thats how they are bro it's definitely going to try to provoke us. Whatever you do don't engage.” Zander said to his team mate while placing different items on a table

“You started it.” Leech mumbled. “What are those?”

“We're going to force you out of this poor girl.”

“AH! So its to be torture! I can cope with torture.” Leech flashed a cocky grin and wiggled her eyebrows expectantly.

“Did you…. steal that line from Princess Bride?” the bigger ghost hunter Rick asked her.

“Eeeyyy! Someone finally gets my references! And to think I was gonna eat this guy first!”

“RICK don't engage it!” Zander hissed

“Found our villain! Now tell me do you have six fingers on your left hand or am I gonna be calling you Humperdink”

“I think it was the right hand” Rick interjected

“Huh no shi-OW FUCK JESUS CHRIST!!!” Leech screamed as holy water was flung at her face by the lead ghost hunter. A cluster of painful burns began to bubble on her skin where the water had landed. “RUDE!”

“Silence demon!”

“I’M NOT A DEMON! GOD you are like the biggest edge lord! What’s next? You gonna start shouting bible verses too like they do in the movies?” she snarled as Chris walked in the room.

“Z I had the weirdest fucking dream.”

“Not now bro we’re doing the exorcism.”

“Yeah poorly. Bet you dickbags got all your training from bad horror movies and porn parodies.”

“Sheesh that thing is nasty” Chris winced

“Demon Dick 5?” the Rick asked as his companions glared at him in shock and annoyance.

“One of my favorites Rick. I like this guy have him do the exorcism!”

“We've already wasted enough time!” Zander shouted and picked up a book from the table he began to read a passage and Leech dramatically pretended to hiss and writhe her tongue lolling out of her mouth. “Hahaha Man oh man if Phil could hear you guys talking about him like this he'd be laughing with me just as hard! Shit wait somebody text him for me!”

“Why would we do that? Also who's phil?”

“Oh right, Phil is Satan we used to play poker together before my boyfriend banned it from the house. Not my doing for once lets get that clear.”

“Don't listen to a word its saying guys”

“Aw come on Humperdink let me just text my buddy once” her eyes flashed white over in Rick’s direction before being splashed with holy water once again. The nosferatu’s skin sizzled and steam rose from her burns. “J-just….text…LOL getting… a half assed….exorcism…hit send…. mph there.”

Chris glanced over to Rick who’s eyes had rolled up into his head he was holding her cellphone which just buzzed with a notification. “RICK SNAP OUT OF IT!” he shouted and turned to the grinning vampire pelting a rock at her face. “LET HIM GO”

Leech spat as the stone broke her nose and looked back up sticking her tongue out through the black ichor dripping down her face.

“CHRIS! Control yourself!” Zander shouted and Leech winked back at the two.

“Read it Ricky!” she smirked.

“I-it says R-O-F-L cant be there, at yoga getting this ass….its a picture of a goat and a woman’s back side” Rick’s eyes rolled back down and Leech vomited a small amount of black goo onto the barn floor. “Phew that took more out of me than I thought” she muttered and panted.

“RICK!”

“I'm sorry she did something to my head!”

“Ok but can you at least show the picture though?” the vampire asked looking up from her now bruising eye and nose.

“NO!” the other two ghost hunters turned and shouted.

“OH COME ON! I wanna see that booty”

“WOW this thing is terrible!” Chris glanced over at Zander who was prepping to try another round of bible verses.

“I know bro this is one of the nastiest ones we've dealt with! This is pure evil we’re dealing with here.” The lead ghost hunter clapped his friend on the shoulder reassuringly.

“Aww I'm blushing! you really mean it?!” the vampire shouted to them

“Bro hand me my rosary.”

“What are those? Anal beads? So you HAVE seen Demon Dick 5!”

Zander got close and began to shout “IN THE NAME OF JESUS CHRIST I COMMAND YOU TO GET OUT OF THIS WOMANS BODY”

“Hahaha that was totally a direct quote.” Leech laughed again but was cut short when the silver cross dangled in front of her face “FUCK GET IT AWAY!” She hissed and the ghost hunter dangled it closer to her. Leech could feel her skin burn with heat where it drew close. The ghost hunter threw another wave of holy water at her and she hissed in pain face turning skeletal for a second as her skin sizzled. “A-all right if were gonna get straight into the kinky stuff we should at least have a safe word. Mine’s usually Float.” she tried to joke through the pain. Her skin was on fire with the crucifix being so close.

“Z I don't think she's a demon” Rick said tugging on his leaders arm

“Rick I’ve been at this way longer than you I know a demon when I see one”

“Bullshit you're doing this all wrong. Plus Im not a demon I can prove it too if you hand me that orange.” Leech panted.

“I don't know Z this could be a trick” Chris said with worry.

“Look have you ever seen one do some of the shit she just did? Just hand her the orange”

“Fine Rick. Fine. We’ll humor you but if nothing happens we’re getting right back to the exorcism.”

Zander rolled the fruit over to the vampire who glared up at him from her knees “You gonna undo my hands so I can eat this?”

“No.”

“Weeeelllll fuck you then! So much for what’s left of my dignity.” she grumbled and bent down to the floor biting into the fruit as best she could to suck out the juice. “Ahm hoing to rerhet hiss ho huch…” she said while her fangs sunk in. Leech came up with a weak expression on her battered and burnt face looking nauseous and dizzy. “You're all gonna wanna stand back when I- HURK!” the vampire suddenly lurched forward and spewed out blood and guts onto the barn floor in an inhuman amount. She kept going for a solid five minutes until Leech was slumped over supported by the chain around her neck. “Huh, is that an engagement ring? Shit I need to chew my food.” she wheezed before emptying the rest of her stomach contents.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!?!” all three ghost hunters screamed in unison.

“Yeah lets see Pazuzu pull that shit!” Leech grinned declaring victory before shouting at some unknown force in the ground “YOU HEAR THAT ZUZU? I JUST OUT WEIRDED YOU! WHATCHA GONNA DO NOW BITCH!? PEA SOUP GOT NOTHING ON ME!”

“Zander! If this is not a demon then what the hell is she bro?” Chris turned to his leader in a panic

“Nosferatu.” a vaguely familiar female voice said walking into the barn “What you're dealing with is a nosferatu.”

Leech sniffed the air and snarled in disgust.

“Fuck.”

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So thats what I got right now second half will be Pennywise’s embarrassing freakout. Lol Leech would be the type to get kidnapped and text her friend something stupid instead of calling for help. Hopefully Penny can get his idiot out of this cause she aint doing much for herself.