-[The deadlights]-

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Pov. Eddie
[flashback to when deadlights effecting Rich]

After we had killed the horrible clown, we rushed over to Richie who was laying on the ground. nearly being killed by Pennywise.
"Richie!"
Bev shouted, i knelt down next to Richie. shaking him, he eventually woke up.
"ngh- get off me!"
Richie yelled, swinging his arm at me to get me away.
"Rich..?"
My voice was in a tone where you knew you were gonna cry.
Richie turnt around, he had really light but noticeable scars on his face. in the way Pennywise had his makeup. his eyes were pure white.
"where's Penny! what did you little shits do with him!"
Tears brickled my eyes, as Richie shouted at us. Mike was up to him.
"Rich. wake the fuck up. This isn't you."
He shook Richie, which got him even more mad.
"Get your mortal self away!"
Mike punched him- yup. knocking him out.
"what use will that do? jeez."
Bev said, rolling her eyes.
"so we can lock him up-"
i interrupted mike.
"Where? where are we gonna lock him up? what if he's never gonna be ok again?!"
I paced, Bill trying to calm me down. Mike picked up Richie. the walls and shit began collapsing.
"We gotta go-"
(time skip to when they are out, and back at Eddie's hotel room or whatever (JUST PRETEND :0))
We threw Richie into a unused room, a small one. locking it from the outside.
and taking out the extra key inside.
"so we're just keeping him in there. oh yeah that's great. it's not like he's gonna break down the fucking door when i'm sleeping a kill me!"
I chuckled, in a joking way. obvious worry on my face.
"your gonna be fine, Eddie. we can just stay here. We can all move back to Derry.
"honestly. i would. the clowns gone. why the heck not."
Bev said, a small smile across her face.

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