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Chapter 2: Awkwardness and Help.

Oh, holy (stupid) turtle Maturin, that's exactly what she needed. She had to break her leg right now, didn't she? She could have waited until she got home and broke her leg there, but no! She had to be unable to walk or move at all right here.

But anyway, it didn't matter now. What mattered was that Bloody would now have to deal , through pain, with the creature that had so kindly come up behind her and was waiting for some action or words on her part.

It didn't even hit her over the head with something heavy, which already gave at least some hope of an adequate conversation between them.

Sighing, the monster slowly turned her head back, continuing to cherish the thought inside her head that Gloom might have just made a bad joke and she wouldn't need to interact or make contact with anyone right now. But, alas and ah, she was wrong.

Behind her was the same six-foot-tall clown who could scare a grown man with his mere appearance (which earned him some respect from her), who ran away from him as soon as he got the chance.

Well, she was wrong about some of the details of his appearance.

First, the height of such a handsome specimen of humanity was at least 2.50 meters, not two as she had originally assumed. Because of this, the man took up almost all the space between the trees, behind one of which she had recently been hiding. But he was rather hunched over, which might have given her the impression that the man was of a smaller stature.

Secondly, Bloody was mistaken about the number of his eyes. This clown was missing his right eye entirely, and in its place was a rather interesting scar, shaped like an "X." It's not every day you meet such a symmetrical marvel.

Otherwise, she was right. The color of his eye was blue, his build quite lean, but the color of his skin was similar to her own. Just as painfully pale as her own.

But there was something else that kept her awake.

It was as if she felt that she knew him, and quite strongly. It was a strange sensation that made her head tingle a little.

If she imagined he had all his eyes in place, made him a little shorter, tweaked his hair a little so it looked less like devil horns, maybe made his skin a little healthier, and took away a little of that crooked fence that replaced the man's teeth...Oh Shit. It looks just like Kasper.

The same neighborhood kid that Bloody once had to keep an eye on. Funny thing is, he was the only person in Derry (at the time) who knew who she really was and who she could really trust. Yeah, trusting an eight-year-old kid isn't the best option, but he was the only one she had at the time.

But if she really did have a grown-up Kasper in front of her, then that meant that she was now sitting with a broken and crumpled leg, which would take no small effort to fully recover, in front of a creature she had naturally left alone with all the cruelty of the adult world!

Oh Bloody, how many more people will suffer because of your worthlessness as a friend, hm?

Still...Even though it's been eight years, he couldn't have changed that much, could he? Now, the bags under his eyes could be stacked with all her possible tools, and the dirty and old clown suit raised a lot of questions. Had he decided to work for the circus after all? At that bastard's place? And how was he treated there, given their relationship? So many questions and so few answers.

She would find out, but later. In the meantime, she had to figure out how to get out of the situation. Should she ask him for help? This wasn't one of those traps you could get out of on your own. Apparently, it wasn't just put here to trap him, it was put here to kill him, because if she had been human, she would have felt bad about the loss of blood by now.

While Bloody was busy thinking, Kasper did not utter a word. It was as if he was learning and getting used to the new ways of his former friend, who had so suddenly reappeared in his already busy life.

The man could not understand why now, why here, and why she had decided to return here at all, after so many years of silence. At least one letter would have been nice, letting him know she hadn't been burned at some fire yet.

On the one hand, there was nothing keeping him here, and Kasper could turn around and go about his business with a clear conscience, for he was a terribly busy psychopath, and his precious time was not worth wasting to build a strange semblance of friendship with this monster again.

But on the other hand, there was something else that kept him from moving in any way. Maybe it was a strange manifestation of empathy, maybe it was just the old version of himself that was still waiting for his only friend to return from his long vacation, or maybe it was his desire to help with the old friendship...

Even the hell doesn't know how these people's brains work.

— How many years, how many winters. — And finally, after all this time, the oppressive silence that had accumulated between the two of them was finally broken! And how funny that it was Kasper who broke it, and not Bloody, who was in urgent need of help.

She came out of her musings and looked again at the man in front of her. Well, now she didn't have to figure out how to begin their first conversation.

— Hmm...About eight? Probably less, I wasn't really counting, sorry, — the monster tried not to cross her eyes with her former friend, because no one could ever lessen a fraction of the guilt that now lay on her shoulders. The fact was that she was still terribly guilty before him, even if her original intentions had been exceptionally good.

— That's all right. — A small smile appeared on the clown's face, which reassured Bloody, but strained her shadow. Yes, he didn't trust this suddenly appearing man at all for trying so hard to have a normal conversation with the mistake of his youth.

There was something off about this guy and he could feel it with all his predatory gut.

— So...what are you doing here? It's just that it's been so many years... I thought I'd never see you again. — After a short pause, the clown spoke up again. The smile on the clown's face hadn't disappeared, and if you didn't know who he'd become, you'd think he wasn't even mad at the monster for not writing a goddamn message in all eight years!

— Well...You know, to tell you the truth, I wasn't expecting to find myself back in the h-HOLY TURTLE! — Suddenly, the trap's pointy point decided to remind her of her whereabouts and the fact that Bloody was actually supposed to be asking her acquaintance for help right now, not talking to him about some trivial matter.

A loud growl from the wounded creature made Kasper flinch a little. He hadn't known that such pain existed, that it could make even a monster scream. It was startling and frightening at the same time.

But whatever it was, she needed help now, for if she didn't hurry, that mess of what had once been called a leg would have to be amputated. And no one here liked that outcome.

But there was a small, very tiny problem that slowed the man down a bit to help Bloody.

Some time ago, when he was a teenager, Bloody had warned him that if he saw a wounded predator (no matter where or under what circumstances) and wanted to free or help him, the best thing for both was to wait until he LET YOU HELP and not run towards him, for, out of fear, he might kill you and then die himself.

And though he remembered the lesson well, Kasper still approached her carefully, trying not to make too much noise, and with his size it was not an easy thing to do. God, what are you getting yourself into...

"You're just gonna let that psycho get to you?! You're crazy!"

"Gloom. I have no choice. Either he helps me now, or I am going to amputate my leg, because I can't get out by myself!"

"I'd rather amputate than risk losing my head to that dog's axe!"

"An axe? What-Ah, never mind."

As soon as Kasper got close to the trap (which gave someone a shortness of breath),Bloody immediately nodded at him, giving her permission to provide help for herself, which wouldn't end with a severed arm or a man's chopped head.

The girl somehow missed the moment when her leg was finally released from the trap, but she distinctly picked up the sensation of having something bandaged around her wounded limb. Apparently this was done to keep the leg in a certain position.

Hell, if imagine for a second that Bloody’s muscle imitation and blood were close to human color, someone would probably be throwing up breakfast now.

The open fracture, the small flaps of skin left on the trap, the blood that splattered the entire area around it in a 40-centimeter radius, and the muscles turned to cinders and the stripped pants that did little or nothing to protect the leg from damage -all made for a perfect picture that would make you puked in a bucket.

— T-thank you for your help. — The pain in her leg hadn't really abated much, but at this point it was enough of a trivial thank you to the man who could safely leave her here and not help with all this crap. Huh, maybe the adult population of the planet isn't a lost cause?

— М? Ah, you're welcome. It's nothing. — Kasper was rather pleased to hear some gratitude for his help, but there was still one thing that troubled his mangled brain.

— What are you going to do next?

— Hmm. Well, I have two choices. Either crawl for six hours to my house and fall into a deep sleep on my doorstep because of the amount of blood loss, or sit here while this whole thing drags on a little and I can at least make it to the door. — With a shrug, Bloody finally turned her attention to the rather small distance between her and the man, which she immediately tried to increase by resting her shoulder on a nearby tree.

— And at any rate, there would be a huge risk of being found, caught, and burned at the stake. — Kasper's not so dumb as not to realize that as soon as his "buddies" spot such an easy target, they'll pounce on it. And if they were lucky enough not to be poisoned, they might as well hold a "Witch Trials".

— I agree, the options aren't great, and they're risky enough, but what other choice do I have? — She crossed her arms over her chest and looked away. Kasper was right. At this point, she simply couldn't physically fight back in a same way. The tail that had always bailed her out was paralyzed from earlier wounds, and her cabbage-painted leg simply wouldn't allow her to use even basic skills.

They sat in silence for about ten minutes before Kasper's head lit up with a crazy, but only right idea at the moment.

— I can help you. My house is relatively not far from here and you won't have time to lose any more blood. Plus, I can sneak you in unnoticed, so there shouldn't be a problem with the people. Is that okay with you? — The monster hadn't had a heartbeat since birth, so the Devil didn't need to elaborate on the fact that it could only be done if you were carrying a corpse.

— Um...If you're so sure, I don't see why not. — Well, that's a good thing. Maybe that will restore their trust and their old bond...

"Wait, mistake of nature, would you really trust HIM?!"

"Gloom, in case you haven't noticed, I don't really have a choice. Especially since I've known him a long time and he's not likely to do me any harm."

"Yeah, yeah...I'd like to think so. Freddy, too, a lot of people knew him as a good watchman, and in the end, what?"

"Don't be so paranoid, Gloom. Just don't think about an outcome like that and you'll be all right."

And while Bloody was busy mentally squabbling with her shadow, she had already been gently picked up in her arms, lest her blood accidentally hit a fracture and get black blur that you couldn't wash off later, even if you peeled off your skin.

It was amazing how quickly her fear of being touched so intimately was overcome only by the faint smell of blood emanating from Kasper's suit.

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Spoiler alert! : )

Bloody learned the truth.

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I’m back here, bitches)

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I'm already preparing chapter 2, but I still have some doubts about the initial attachment of these two to each other :). This will generally slip in throughout the story

Chapter 1: Welcome to Derry!

It's been exactly a month since the long-awaited end of this fucking therapy. It's been a month since she had to get up at dawn in order to see the only psychiatrist in the country (and possibly in the world) who accepts monsters as his patients. Ah, how difficult it is sometimes to live in a world where everything is done exclusively for people. And from the very end of this "hell," Bloody immediately started to think about her return to the Derry. On the one hand, going back there made no sense. Now she had everything she could only dream of when she lived in Derry. Crazy but beloved friends, a home where life didn't seem insignificant, and some kind of socialization among people who didn't seem like moral freaks. (Well, that last one was debatable) But on the other hand...Bloody was born and raised there after all. Yes, her own life there left a lot to be desired, but it still couldn't erase all the fond memories she had of it. For a whole month she went from one decision to another, until one day, when her idiots have been away from home for a few days, she finally made up her mind and headed for her hometown. Of course Gloom, who was so lucky to be awake just now, didn't miss the opportunity to tase (his creation) at his mistress for the long two hours they had been walking to Derry. Huh, you should have seen her tired face that just said, "God, just shut up for a second." Now that was hilarious! Such actions on the part of her own shadow made Bloody more and more hesitant about her decision to return to this godforsaken "shithole," as her shadow put it. Isn't it too late to go back? Should she give up these pathetic attempts to be normal and healthy? Would anyone be happy to have her back, except sunshine?

And while the girl was floating in her own thoughts, she didn't notice the old and slightly rusty sign that said "Welcome to Derry!" Now there was no turning back. She'd just have to get over herself and enter the damn town before she'd be completely disappointed in herself. And you have to hand it to her, she succeeded. After crossing the line that separated the road from the town itself, Bloody finally exhaled. Well, she'd officially set herself a new record of exactly two hours and 11 minutes and 22 seconds, yay! "So Chief, what are we doing here?" - Gloom finally interrupted his banter and asked something normal. - What, what...Getting the rest of the stuff, that's what. - Bloody made that up as she went along. "That's it? Pfft, bollocks. Maybe you'll kill somebody again?" - With hope in his eyes asked the black clot. - We'll see. If there's time left- and then she was interrupted by someone's loud, rolling laughter that made even the stubborn couple stop. Seriously, if Bloody had a heart, it would definitely have stopped by now, and then the young lady's breathless body would have collapsed on the rotting foliage, and the corpse would not have been found until a week later. But she had no heart, and couldn't have one, so she confined herself to ears pressed to her head. And it was not out of fear, but out of surprise. After all, what kind of fear could she have over such a beautiful laugh that made the girl pull herself together and come closer to the supposed source of the noise? "Um... Can we go the other way?" The girl's shadow was clearly against such a risky action and showed with every possible gesture that going towards the sound was a mistake that had to be urgently corrected. To this Bloody merely waved, "Who in their right mind would want to come near me at all? " and continued walking. Maybe it really was a mistake, and she would regret it, but she was more curious to see the man who made such a laugh than to walk away, afraid for her own skin. And so, hiding behind a rather thick tree beforehand, Bloody looked out from behind it and surveyed the area open to her. Nothing remarkable.

Trees, bushes, very young spruces, a huge, almost two-meter-tall man, maybe more, disguised as a clown, and a man standing next to him, who was clearly trembling with fear...Wait a minute. Seeing such a remarkable picture, the monster felt somehow uncomfortable, because it was not decent to eavesdrop on other people's conversations and it was a violation of people's privacy and blah-blah-blah. But she has to admit, even from afar that clown looked pretty...Cute? That's how he should be described, right? Yep, tall, skinny build, arms as long as her tail, slightly crazy blue eyes (or eye, she didn't see), an unusual face shape for humans and teeth that would stick out even if this person closed his mouth. Ah the holy (stupid) turtle Maturin, it was just an amazing sight. It was breathtaking. "Are you even going to run or what?!" - almost shouted the voice of the Gloom in her head. He clearly didn't want to stay here for long. "I'm coming, I'm coming! Don't yell." - Snorting irritably, Bloody decided to take one last look at the mind-blowing stranger, cause she knew she would probably never see him again. The girl herself hadn't heard (or didn't want to hear) the men's conversation, but the fact that the clown had turned his head the other way was enough to make him disappear. It seemed pretty funny, so Bloody just couldn't help but let out a chuckle at the situation. Well, now she could safely continue on her way, to the delight of her own shadow, which had been quietly resenting her the whole time. Yeah, if only. Taking only one step to the side, the monster's left foot suddenly reveals a bear trap, which closed in a flash to the powerful click of the rusty structure. The imitation human muscle mass, along with the skin, turned to chaff in an instant, leaving behind only pathetic scraps, and the main "bone" of the leg was broken. And I'll say nothing about the condition of her pants leg after this process. - Shit! - the girl cursed aloud. Even though her limbs were mere imitations of the human body, it still hurt, even though she was now crouching closer to her leg to assess the severity of the damage. Well, it wasn't all bad. It would take about an hour, if not two, to repair the bone alone. Muscles and skin were better off not being thought of at all right now. "Um....Bloody?" "Gloom, your jokes are as inappropriate as possible right now." "That's not what I meant... Turn around."

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Chapter 1: Welcome to Derry!

Poor Kasper didn't get any lines:_). (There will be plenty of him in the next chapter) @toffiproto @bloodscreen

#it chapter two #it chapter one #it fandom #fanfic #ship #bloodynirbiry #the metal rod au #beware the friendly stranger #beautiful clown au #friendship rare #stephen king #goodmonster #oc slasher #slashers #horror

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