[ And to think, JJ took hold of Richie's arm to make sure that he wasn't left behind! He doesn't really care about Richie's protests however, and he doesn't have any of his own when Richie shoves him toward the wedge in a manner similar to a bully shoving a nerd in a locker. How ironic, considering that JJ is very much a jock, and Richie, a loser.
He goes, thinking of nothing but survival, even while his overactive imagination conjures images of a thousand slender hands reaching forth from the creature behind to follow them into the crevice, broken and disjointed, but unrelenting all the same. He hopes that isn't what happens, trying to keep levelheaded as they both slow down—they can't very well continue to barrel forward and risk smashing their heads against the rock in their haste. Turned to the side, he keeps his breaths as even as possible as the pair of them squeeze as far as they can go, the wall behind JJ damp enough to chill him from where it's hard against his back. ]
What...
[ It's only then that JJ risks a look back, and the rest of his sentence is stolen from as another shriek echoes through the cavern, but that's hardly the worst of it.
A dark, scythe-like arm smashes against the opening of their little hideout, hard enough to get JJ's ears to ring, and he yelps at the impact, unable to help himself.
His eyes squeeze shut against the scraping of that arm trying to penetrate the opening, but he's still able to breathe out a question, ] What... now?
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He goes, thinking of nothing but survival, even while his overactive imagination conjures images of a thousand slender hands reaching forth from the creature behind to follow them into the crevice, broken and disjointed, but unrelenting all the same. He hopes that isn't what happens, trying to keep levelheaded as they both slow down—they can't very well continue to barrel forward and risk smashing their heads against the rock in their haste. Turned to the side, he keeps his breaths as even as possible as the pair of them squeeze as far as they can go, the wall behind JJ damp enough to chill him from where it's hard against his back. ]
What...
[ It's only then that JJ risks a look back, and the rest of his sentence is stolen from as another shriek echoes through the cavern, but that's hardly the worst of it.
A dark, scythe-like arm smashes against the opening of their little hideout, hard enough to get JJ's ears to ring, and he yelps at the impact, unable to help himself.
His eyes squeeze shut against the scraping of that arm trying to penetrate the opening, but he's still able to breathe out a question, ] What... now?