[It's the worst sort of toss up. Does he check on his friends first, or the monster that might slay them? If the pods falter then the medical mist keeping Mikey in shape might cut the last tether he has to the living. It's been nearly six months and he's been frozen in the same state of exsanguination he'd fallen asleep in. Outside of that, busted pods could mean the air supply was hacked off, in which case Richie might be fucked no matter how fast he ran or what wires he tried to cross. Matters like that would be out of his hands.
The one threat he could deal with was if the pods had opened. Perhaps...
Upon entry, everything looks kosher. There's mechanical humming, silence. Slumbering faces. Richie dashes forward, the path memorized by now. He'll check It first, then his friends. Make sure, make haste, make it all safe.
There's a man waiting in the dark.
Richie skids to a halt, hand slapping on glass just over the face of some unfortunate soul. The figure is a familiar one.
But of course, It could be as familiar as it pleased. Richie stops cold, jaw drawn tight. It would be useless, but his hand drifts back to his pocket, over his petty knife. Useless indeed, and it was unlikely that Alan Foster would be the prime shape to take, but caution was key. Nothing could be guaranteed.]
You're right. You mind stepping out for a sec? I'll meet you in the kitchen and we'll check if the coffee machine's on the fritz.
ಠ_ಠ can't we do sexy smoking instead
The one threat he could deal with was if the pods had opened. Perhaps...
Upon entry, everything looks kosher. There's mechanical humming, silence. Slumbering faces. Richie dashes forward, the path memorized by now. He'll check It first, then his friends. Make sure, make haste, make it all safe.
There's a man waiting in the dark.
Richie skids to a halt, hand slapping on glass just over the face of some unfortunate soul. The figure is a familiar one.
But of course, It could be as familiar as it pleased. Richie stops cold, jaw drawn tight. It would be useless, but his hand drifts back to his pocket, over his petty knife. Useless indeed, and it was unlikely that Alan Foster would be the prime shape to take, but caution was key. Nothing could be guaranteed.]
You're right. You mind stepping out for a sec? I'll meet you in the kitchen and we'll check if the coffee machine's on the fritz.