[ JJ's gaze is steady ahead. Once he's got his focus on the escape in front of them, the image of the creature mutates in his mind; becoming larger, its trashes becoming distorted writhing, rows and rows of teeth grinding against each other due to sheer volume. The vileling is fearsome enough on its own, but his mind makes it all the more terrifying. They'd already run from it, been trapped by its weight, and ventured out behind its back but he still can't dare to look back.
He's not sure if he'll be able to step foot in a cave for a long time to come.
They take step after step toward the exit, not that JJ can see any of it, too focused on what they'd just witnessed. The only that keeps him moving forward is Richie beside him, else he might've just stopped, hands over his eyes as he tried to process just how close they'd gotten to death. He'd run away from that thing—run, like he was a cartoon character trying to escape a rolling boulder, and not a monster that had likely preyed on human flesh and blood before. Could've swallowed him whole in the darkness of that cave, his body crumpling to pieces under the force of its teeth, alone and unknown to anyone.
They find sunlight again, and JJ's eyes are wet as he falls to his knees beside Richie, gasping for breath. For a second it feels his heart is going to burst, his entire body having gone numb during the slow crawl of their escape, and now struggling to absorb everything that happened. But he doesn't cry (score), and it takes a few breaths before his mind catches up with the fact that they're free; that they've made it, and lifting his head to shoot Richie a puzzled stare. ]
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He's not sure if he'll be able to step foot in a cave for a long time to come.
They take step after step toward the exit, not that JJ can see any of it, too focused on what they'd just witnessed. The only that keeps him moving forward is Richie beside him, else he might've just stopped, hands over his eyes as he tried to process just how close they'd gotten to death. He'd run away from that thing—run, like he was a cartoon character trying to escape a rolling boulder, and not a monster that had likely preyed on human flesh and blood before. Could've swallowed him whole in the darkness of that cave, his body crumpling to pieces under the force of its teeth, alone and unknown to anyone.
They find sunlight again, and JJ's eyes are wet as he falls to his knees beside Richie, gasping for breath. For a second it feels his heart is going to burst, his entire body having gone numb during the slow crawl of their escape, and now struggling to absorb everything that happened. But he doesn't cry (score), and it takes a few breaths before his mind catches up with the fact that they're free; that they've made it, and lifting his head to shoot Richie a puzzled stare. ]
Are you okay?
[ Did he crack? Did he crack?? ]