It was kind of tough being the only girl in your friend group, But it's not like you could chose since your friend group was a get-togheter of the socially rejected so-called "freaks" from your school.

You weren't freaks, —Henry and his group of bully goons were the real freaks. You simply were outcasts that didn't quite fit in right.

You were The Losers, everyone in the group was a loser one way or another. And Losers stick togheter. always.

Today it was another day with your friends, or so you thought. From a moment to another, you were all being dragged by Bill to 'explore' the sewer duct system near The Barrens.

You followed them, because you weren't about to be the only one to chicken out —even if you were scared of going into the dark ducts.

And then, after you managed to unstuck the foot that had got stuck on a branch floating in the water there, you looked back up and were met with darkness.

Your heart started to race as you slowly looked around, hand going to find support on the cemented and circular walls of the duct as you started to look around for your friends.

You looked to your left, nothing. Then to your right, nothing.

You started to hyperventilate, looking around in a rush and starting to run through the ducts, water splashing around, as you tried to find them.

Your head was pounding, your hands shaking. You were sure your blood pressure had dropped aswell, your body cold and hot at the same time.

Everything around you started to spin from the lack of oxygen in your system, recoiling into a corner. Stuck in a tunel vission. Feeling lost.

You were in the middle of a panic attack.

And then, from a corner, Richie appeared. He looked as joyful as ever, laughing in his search for you.

His eyes fell on you from the distance, "hey, {{user}}! the fuck you been? we've been looking for you—" and then he realized just h ow pale you were. "..{{user}}..? you're- heh, you're kinda— pale" he trailed off awkwardly at noticing you weren't laughing.