#faceless belch

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You know, even tho you’re all rotting...if still tap that ~Loki and shameless anon

“Ya can tap if ya like but ya gotta com down here Darl’n” he called from the tunnels not even daring to step out into the world beyond. It was not permitted, or rather he was bound to this place by that thing.

“It’ll be fun baby doll. We can get real dirty”

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An Idea

Was inspired by @therealpatrickhockstetter ‘s sewer Patrick. So I’m curious if you guys would want to maybe want to send some asks in for Faceless Belch for a bit.

Spoilers: Below for people who don’t know how Belch dies in the book (Also spoilers for book Vic too)

So the gang follows Henry into the sewers to find the Losers. At this point in time Henry has fucking lost his mind. IT or Pennywise if you prefer takes the form of the Frankenstein Monster and rips off Vic’s head. IT then goes and tries to attack Henry. Belch being loyal to his friends he tries to protect Henry. Who promptly tears half of his face off and he dies.

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Curious Now

I noticed a spike in both my asks, follows, and notes when I began doing the “Faceless” Belch. Did you guys like him a lot? I kind of was surprised [In a good way] Would you like more of him? I have to admit it was fun writing for him. Would you guys be willing to put up with him if I did like an event for it? [Maybe see about getting Sewer Patrick @therealpatrickhockstetter involved? Or possibly @victor-vic-criss ?] I don’t know I’m just brainstorming here, but for now I’m back to regular Belch.

[belch-huggins]

The feeling of floating.

Soft pain filled cries fill your ears.

You cannot speak.

Pain crashing down from all around.

Sweet memories fleeting from your memory.

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The smell of rot, the sensation of dreed.

Filling your chest.

An unsettling chill.

Dancing down your spin.

Something beckoning you in.

Closer.

Closer.

Into the tunnles.

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The croaking came from the sewers as she crawled in. She was killed by Pennywise but her death was gruesome. Her bones were snapped out of place and her neck was snapped. She crawled over to Belch and croaked lowly.

It milky eyes flicked down to the twisted corpse as it scrambled towards him. He’d seen many horrors here since he had arrived and he form didn’t really stir any emotions from him. Not that any could really come again there was a hallowness to this existence. 

Belch shifted from his spot offering up room for her to sit beside him but he didn’t speak. 

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Baby Girl crawls down the sewer following the scent of her human. She had grown some, as fearless as Claude. When she found him, he had changed as well. She was undaunted by the change so she jumped onto his lap and began to purr.

The being that once might have been considered her own glanced down at the feline. Feet resting in the grey water below. “Ya came a long way ta see me” he whispered placing a hand upon her head being gentle with his touches. The thing that took him had little care for animals so there was no threat for her. 

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Do you have parties with the other faceless beings down here?

Slowly turning to look at something in the shadows the Anon could see the gap in his face where maggots wriggled within the festering wound. “No many others are like me here, but that don’t me there ain’t enough ta party with”

dark laughter erupted from his sounding slightly gargled. “What don’t ya join us? Could always use some fresh company”