consequences {reddie}

nine

White hot pain raced across Eddie's side. It threw him to the ground, standing just where Richie had been. It was cackling, claws sprouting from its white gloves. Eddie clutched his side and his hands were covered in blood.

Richie wasn't real. Richie wasn't there. It has tricked him and now he and his friends were in danger. Bill was clutching Stan and Stan was almost in tears. These were his friends.

"It's not real!" Eddie cried, facing them. "This isn't real!"

"I'm not real enough for you Eds?" It cried in a strangely shaken voice. "I was real enough for Richie!"

And the rise in amusement in its voice made Eddie not want to look. But time seemed to stop and It thrust Richie forward. The real Richie. Throat ripped open, blood spilling out of the still fresh wound. Eddie screamed Richie's name as It laughed, throwing Richie's body onto the cold, hard, disgusting floor. The graywater splashed up when the body hit it and the water turned red. Its voice sang in his head.

It's your fault.
You killed Richie.
It should've been you.
Everyone hates you.
Disgusting.
Wrong.
Freak.

Eddie sobbed and ran at the clown. He threw himself onto the clown's body, screaming incoherently as his fists connected with it. Its face, its throat, its chest. Eddie screamed until his throat was raw, sobbing as his friends pulled
him off of the monster. But strangely enough, It wasn't scaring Eddie. Because It wasn't the monster. Eddie was the monster. He knew it too.

It retracted, bending uncomfortably and pulling itself up. Its laugh echoed off the sewers as it sprinted away, dragging Richie's lifeless body behind It.

ha oops lololol love you guys

also eigthgrade 'you won't do it, no balls' try again