reader x richie

.'. dead .'.

You slid in the murky water, seeing a short-haired girl and a few boys. You huffed, the clown's eyes darting towards you. It made a gurgling a noise, making you flinch. The girl looked at you.

"She's here!" She pointed, her group looking at you.

"Richie is over here!" You called out, hearing a groan from the distance from where you just were. You ran back over to him, seeing the girl follow you. The others must have been holding the clown off soon after you left because you heard a loud scream. You went back over, flinching when you saw a short kid being held by the neck. He soon closed his eyes and was let go.

"E-Eddie!" The stuttering kid shouted, the clown dissaprearing into the shadows. You ran over, looking up as the kid floated in the air, his body limp. He had a cast on, that said something you couldn't read at the moment. You where now underneath him, trying to get him down. You felt shaking hands grab your waist, pulling you up.

"Richie! You need to rest!" You heard a faint voice. Then you realized. You looked down, Richie holding you up.

"Get him damnit!" He hissed at you, making you snap your head back to the kid that was called Eddie. You grabbed his foot, pulling him down. Richie set you down, and you did the same with Eddie, gently setting him down on his back. You backed away, everyone rushing to him besides the girl. You walked over to her, "You okay?"

"Yeah.." She replied softly, "It's just.. This happened to me and... They seemed more worried about Eddie than me.."

"I doubt that.. You helped Richie, and if that did happen to you, they probably look up to you!" You exclaimed, looking at her. She smiled in return.

"Thanks... I am Beverly by the way."

"I am [Y/N]."

"Guys.." You heard a voice choke out. It was Richie, "I think he's dead.."