~Reddie~ !Alternate sewer ending!

after the fight.

I EDITED AND REVISED NOW IT DOESNT SUCK WOOOOOOOOOOO

¨ you're all just losers!! YOU ALL JUST GONNA GET YOURSELVES KILLED.¨ yelled Richie as he got up from the floor where Bill had hit him. bill was about to slap him again until Richie scrambled up to his bike and rode away. How could they?!  Eddie could have fucking died!! they all could have fucking died Richie thought to himself as tears ran down his face, which was stinging like mad. bill really hit hard. the losers never fought before. never. and Richie felt as if he could never face bill again. after 5 minutes richie parked his bike in the garage of his house. not paying attention to how hard he parked the bike, he knocked over a few paint cans and a broom.  Richie stomped up his stairs and slammed the door. nobody is there to hear it anyway. ¨fuck this shit.¨ Richie muttered aloud and got a pillow from his bed and slammed it over his face. he lay down on his bed and started to tear up

a few hours later just sobbing into his pillow and thinking to himself about how Bill was so stupid and selfish. richie knew it was hard, getting over a loved one's death. but it's been months. and bill needed to move on, and stop dragging everyone with him into the literal hell that they were getting into. richie started feeling guilty over eddies injury. He started to think he could've stuck with Eddie in that fucking hell house. and he could've stuck with him side by side before that fucking door closed behind them. and was even more depressed when he remembered how Eddie couldn't hang out with him anymore. richie looked up sadly and his eyes widened, being blurry at first his eyes adjusted wait..¨what the fuck?!¨ richie screamed and put his glasses back on he was looking at.. eddie?!¨eds?!¨ said richie. he got up from his bed and wiped his eyes. ¨what the fuck are you doing here?!¨