[ As soon as the boys are out of range, he stops pulling at Richie's grip. God. God help him. There's something about the childish, clumsy make-up, the buffoonish clothes, that make that horrific grin all the worse. The entirety of the creature, all its improbable juxtapositions, makes him feel numb with fear, in a deep way, a way far beyond what a rampaging bear or a giant snake would. It's - uncanny, in a way that chills, in a way that nauseates. It's terrifying.
But it doesn't see them, doesn't turn to them. And the children are safe and away. So By finally relaxes, his muscles trembling as the tension leaves them. His mouth is dry. ]
What -
[ He swallows, tries again. His voice is strained. ]
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But it doesn't see them, doesn't turn to them. And the children are safe and away. So By finally relaxes, his muscles trembling as the tension leaves them. His mouth is dry. ]
What -
[ He swallows, tries again. His voice is strained. ]
What the fuck is that.