"Will, can I kiss you? But Lord I love to hear you wail. Will always knew what he needed to hear. Song Title: Jersey Giant. The first leg sliced through Will's stomach before he could take a breath to scream. He heard Jonathan's voice screaming at him, Joyce's sobs just a little quieter than her sons screams.
Will Call You Back
"Will, are you awake? Drivin' through the roadwork. I love you more than anything. That you need me, let me know. The dam broke, sobs tearing their way through his chest as he buried his face in Wills shoulder. Please don't hurt me! " "Will, please... I-I wasn't going to hurt you, please, please believe me!
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He found himself in Hoppers old cabin, the one they had used as a home base whilst defeating Vecna just weeks before. "You don't hate me? " He reached up, cupping his cheek gently. Mike shook his head, his heart hammering against his chest as he tried to hold back, everything in him fighting against his body. No matter how hard he tried, his feet carried him closer. Call back to you call you back. "I made the painting because I'm in love with you. So I'll love you til my lungs give out. Bit of a warning: Semigraphic death talk, no one actually dies, just some nightmare scariness.
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He heard himself scream, his lungs burning as he grasped for Wills legs. He flinched at the sudden movement towards him, bracing for impact that never came. "Oh, Mike... " Will pulled the taller boy into his arms, both boys now sitting in the windowsill. Can you call me back. His eyes were sunken in and bloody as Mike pulled him into his lap, holding him to his chest as he cried, raw and ruthlessly. "You're a liar, Michael. He hadn't cried that hard since the quarry.
Can You Call Me Back
The second leg stabbed through his stomach and his whole world went black. "I'm so sorry, Will, I'm so sorry for everything. Mike argued, his chin trembling as he tried to pull himself together. He deserved the pain of Wills radio silence, not that Mike had reached out before now. And every memory held your name.
Call Back To You Call You Back
Mike felt his face crumble as his words, tears burning in his eyes as a sob bubbled in his throat. It was just a dream, he knew it. He looked around the quarry, dark and cold as it was. The place you learned to say your prayers. I get why you lied, I get it, okay? Will call you back. The thing spoke to him, a menacing smile pulled at his lips, dead eyes boring into his own. Mike let out a breath, holding him just a little tighter before taking his hand and leading him to his bed, moving to lay down. No there ain't two ways around it. "Please tell me you're okay... The room was filled with silence, minus each boys uneven breaths. He felt himself drifting off, dreams filled with golden futures and loving smiles. He had asked him, his voice loud and angry. He rasped, turning his head to look at him.
Can I Call You Back
We'd get drunk and go to bed. It was all the same, anyway. Threats of harming another person will not be tolerated. Together, always together. Use the 'Report' link on each comment to let us know of abusive posts. No racism, sexism or any sort of -ism that is degrading to another person. Will, no this wasn't Will, the body was never Will. As the parted, foreheads pressed together, they smiled softly at one another. He felt the dread in his stomach, heavy as deadweight right in the pit of his gut. The cloudy brown made his stomach churn, twisting painfully as they stared at him unwaveringly. I remember all them winters. But like every other time, he was too late. He knew what was next, he knew exactly what he'd see when he opened his eyes and looked above him.
Id Come Back If You'd Call Me Father
Every backroad had a memory. A new place to be from, to grow and to love and to just be. Even if it was a little out of tune. For pushing Will to the brink. The body that felt much too small to be his own. His own screams filling his ears as he cradled his best friends body to his chest, clutching him as if he would slip through his fingers otherwise. He collapsed on his bed once more, his hand gripping the walkie talkie with all the strength left in his body. The pain was still there, ripping into his legs and his chest for two completely different reasons, though he couldn't bring himself to care about either.
He knew, yet he couldn't help but look. "No, " Mike looked at him, panicked. The story left him feeling sick, horrified at the idea of his best friend, of Will being tortured, even if it was to save him. Please, just let it go. Every bite and curtain drawn I wanna taste with you.
He wanted to scream, but his lungs felt stopped up. "Wait, Will-" He made to grab his arm, the other boy snatching it away from him as if it had burned him. He remembered every excruciating detail, every scream and jerk. I'm so sorry, Will! " His resolve slipped, the fire iron stabbing into the boys side, only this time it was deep, impaling into his soft tissue. He'd only seen Will do that with two people, Lonnie and Troy. You couldn't what, Will?