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what if it were eddie?

title kind of explains- this is fake; but what if it were Eddie that got taken by Pennywise? (instead of Bev)

warning: explicit language

Richie slammed the controls forward and backwards, repeatedly hitting buttons until his avatar won. He cheered and flexed his 'muscles' as people watched- either annoyed or amused by him. It had been a few weeks since his fight with Bill and his last encounter with It. Spending more time in the arcade- where the only ones getting hurt were the guys he always destroyed- was much better than the start of his summer. Just as he put in two more coins and pressed Start, Bill approached him. Before he could stutter out one word, Richie interrupted.

"See this guy I'm fighting? I'm pretending it's you." He said, pressing the Attack button harder; as if to prove his point.

"I-It got Eddie..."

"What?" Richie didn't look up from his game.

"It, Richie." Bill's voice shook, and Richie could tell he was doing his best not to stutter. "I-It got Eddie."

Richie's hand slipped off the control and he turned slowly to face Bill. Then, he was out of the arcade before his avatar even died. He got on his bike- not waiting for Bill- and sped off. It has Eddie. It has Eddie.

Seeing that goddamn clown again was the last thing Richie wanted. Yet, here he was, walking further into It's lair, on purpose. The only thing keeping him from dashing the fuck out of there was the thought of Eddie, with only one good arm and shit lungs, running through these sewers alone. Richie knew It would take the form of a leper, and the thought of that monster taunting Eddie with his worst fear (inside a fucking sewer for god's sake!), made Richie angrier than anything.

But even with his motivation to find Eddie and bring him home, he'd never wanted to turn back more. Stan was fucked up. Seriously, It had been so close to him... touching him. The sight had chilled all the Losers to their cores. And even though he was back with the group, Stan's eyes were still wide with terror as they darted around every inch of the sewer. Looking. Bill had run off while Richie and the others tried to calm Stan down, after It left.

"Maybe Bill just went off for some alone time with his dick."

"Shut up, Richie."

"I'm just saying, when you gotta, you gotta. Am I right?"

"Richie!" Their voices echoed around the sewer, and for once Richie decided to be quiet. Instead, he listened for any sign of Eddie or Bill. But once he turned the corner- he almost wished he hadn't found it.

Eddie was suspended in the air, probably seven or eight feet. Only he didn't look like he'd been flying. He looked as if someone had thrown him in the air, just to watch him become terrified, and then stopped time. Ben had run over, reaching up for Eddie but his hand missed. He tried again, but Eddie was just out of reach.

Richie was frozen, staring at Eddie, but inside he got angrier. It had done that on purpose, he was sure of it. Eddie was so close and they couldn't get him. Richie snapped out of whatever was holding him back.

"Mike give me a lift." Richie ran forward. Mike obliged and went over too. He lifted Richie up by the waist.

"I asked for a lift Mike, did I say you could feel me up?"

"Don't make me drop you on your ass, Trashmouth."

"And take your hands off it? You would never."

"They're on your waist!" Mike began to protest but shook his head, knowing there was no use with Richie.

Once he was high enough, Richie grabbed Eddie's feet and pulled him down. The other's pulled at his legs when he was low enough and his feet touched the ground.

"Eddie!" Richie shook him. Eddie's eyes were glassy and seemed to stare right through him.

"Why isn't he waking up?!" Richie turned on the others, but they all shook their heads and stared in confusion.

Richie felt his eyes water and he hugged Eddie. His body felt stiff in Richie's arms.

"Come on Eds..." Richie pulled away from him but kept his hands on Eddie's shoulders. Richie stared into his glossy eyes. He let his impulses take over and he pulled Eddie towards him again. Richie connected their lips and kissed him. Eddie's lips were cold under his and Richie almost lost hope when nothing happened. But then, Eddie gasped.

Eddie took short, sharp breaths and held his chest. The rest of the Losers crowded around him but his breathing only became raspier. Soon, he was wheezing and clutching at Bill's shirt. Richie realized what was happening and reached into his back pocket. He pulled out the spare inhaler he kept on him and put his hand on Eddie's cheek, turning his head to face him. Richie puts the inhaler in his mouth and pushes down on the trigger. Eddie takes three breaths in and takes the inhaler out, his hand on Richie's for a second until he pulled away.

Richie put the inhaler back in his pocket and hugged Eddie again. This time, Eddie hugged back. His body relaxed against Richie's and Richie kept his arms around the smaller boy. Richie placed a gentle kiss on Eddie's forehead, chucking softly when Eddie's face went red. Richie held him tight, relieved to have his best friend back, almost forgetting where they were and the fear that had been gnawing at him. That is until he heard It's laugh.