Random OneShots

Beep beep Richie

By: Awckward_rat_kinnie on Ao3

Reddie

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Richie was 12 and used to getting beeped, after all, they always had a good reason to beep him. He would tell very crude jokes and get beeped, he would do voices and get beeped. When he would tell an Eddie's mom joke he gets beeped, but never by Eddie. Eddie had only beeped him a few times when he actually wanted Richie to shut up, but the other losers always beeped him.

They're 17 now and Richie's still making crude jokes and getting beeped daily, but he hates it. He's tired of making the same jokes and how disgusting the jokes are, like how many times can you make a 'I fucked your mom' joke? He only makes the same types of jokes to stay in the friend group. He's the comedic relief right?

Richie got out of bed on a Thursday morning, already feeling miserable having to put on a happy mask for school. He gets ready, putting on a hoodie to hide his arms, pulling sweats over his legs to hide his legs. To hide the scars. He goes to the bathroom to brush his teeth. He ends up staring at the mirror, at the person in the mirror. It's not him, it's his mask. He doesn't even know who he is anymore having had this mask on for most of his life. Eventually, he goes down stairs to go to school. He grabs his bag and says goodbye to his parents.

He drives his car to school just like always but he just feels off today. He wonders how long he will have to make jokes and be happy for the losers. Once he gets to school he parks and goes into the school. He sees the losers around Ben's locker talking and laughing. He puts on a fake smile and walks over to them.

"Hey guys!" Richie says faking a happy tone. Different replies of "Hey Rich" go around before they go back to the conversation they were having. Richie doesn't pay attention to what they're talking about but he still engages when they look at him for his reply. He spits a few mom jokes before they have to go to class. While he's walking to his first class he lets his smile drop and just focuses on getting to class.

He only has a few classes with some of the other losers. In those classes he puts his mask back up and jokes around like always. He's only halfway through the day when he's already drained from having to pretend.

At lunch the loser sit outside and talk. Again Richie's not paying attention but he pipes in a few times to make jokes. After a few jokes and getting beeped a lot he just stops telling his jokes thinking he's already told enough for the time being. He pulls his knees up to his chest and stares at the trees. Mind foggy, mostly empty. He doesn't know how long he zones out on the trees but someone is calling his name.

"Richie!" It's Eddie calling his name. "Hey, Rich you ok?" He looks concerned for him.

"I'm fine, whatcha need?" He puts on a fake smile. Smiles through the fog. "Bill just said something about sleeping over tomorrow, you in?" Richie contemplates this because he doesn't think he can put up his charade long enough for a sleepover. "Uh no sorry, got a busy day tomorrow fucking your mom, and I can't reschedule that again," Everyone beeps at him. "Beep beep Richie that's disgusting" he hears Stan say. "Shut up Richie, but you sure you can't make it?" Eddie asks, still concerned from him zoning out before. Richie nods and they leave it at that.
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He kind of avoids the losers for the rest of the day because he's too drained to be 'normal Richie'. Once the day ends he drives home and heads straight for his bedroom. He lays on his bed staring at the ceiling until he gets called down for dinner. He hasn't eaten all day but he still doesn't eat that much for dinner. Just enough for his parents not to worry about him.

He goes back upstairs and grabs a razor he has hidden in his room. He stares at it for a while before using it on his arm. He cuts a few lines on his left arm before doing the same on his right. He doesn't really feel the pain, he's gotten used to it. He continues before he hears a knock at his window, he already knows who it is so he quickly pulls his sleeves back down to cover his new cuts.