More Than The Upside Down - An IT (2017) & Stranger Things Crossover

1983

Richie

"Holy shit, Rich," Eddie whispered to him as soon as they stepped inside Mike's house. "This looks just like your house."

Richie whispered back, "But how can that be though? This is fucking bat-shit!"

Mike turned to them and frowned, "What are you guys whispering about?"

"This looks exactly like Richie's house back in Derry," Eddie confessed.

Bill nodded in agreement, "It duh-duh-does."

Richie, Eddie and Bill gawked at the uncanniness of Mike's house compared to Richie's. The couches, curtains and even wallpaper were all the same. Richie walked into the living room and looked at the TV.

"Hey, Mike!" Richie called out.

"Yeah?" Mike yelled back from another room.

"What year is this?"

"1983, why?"

Richie slumped onto the couch, "Holy shit."

Eddie walked in, "What's wrong?"

"Didn't you hear him? We've gone back in time!"

Mike ran into the room, puffed out, "You guys are from 1988?"

"How do you know that?" Richie asked, a frown forming on his face. "We didn't even tell you."

"I heard your thought, it rang through my head like an echo," Mike explained.

"So you can hear my thoughts now?" Richie asked defensively.

"Yeah, if you concentrate hard enough you can hear mine as well."

"Guys!" Dustin called, "We've got to find a way to disguise them. Especially Richie."

Mike ran out of the living room and upstairs. Richie slumped harder into the couch.

This just keeps getting stranger and stranger. He thought.

Tell me about it, Mike agreed inside Richie's head.

Get out of my head! Richie snapped at him.

*

"Richie!" Mike screamed throughout one of the rooms. "Come here!"

Richie ran to his doppelganger's location, which was what appeared to be a girl's bedroom. "What's up?"

Mike walked up to him and began to whisper, "As much as I think you and Eddie would be completely cute together and I support you, can you please stop thinking about him for one second?"

Richie began to blush heavily, "Didn't I tell you to get out of my head!?"

"Well, it's a bit hard to when your thoughts are screaming so loudly in my own head."

Richie began to mumble, blushing harder, "I wish I could tell him how I feel and read his mind to see how he feels. But even if he did feel the same way, we couldn't show it."

Mike patted his shoulder, "Don't worry, I know how you feel and you will be accepted one day, I swear on it."

I wish I could know how Eleven feels. Mike's voice rang in his head.

Richie's eyes widened before he wiggled his eyebrows at Mike. "Somebody's got the hots for Eleven, eh?"

"Shut up Richie, you tell anybody and I'll kill you!" Mike glared heavily at him.

"Relax Mikey, I won't," Richie smiled innocently at him. "Just remember to not shove your tongue down her throat when you kiss her."

Mike shot him the finger before adding, "I've got to finish getting Eleven ready."

Richie left the bedroom, with butterflies gnawing at his chest but he ignored them. Focusing on other things that weren't Eddie.

"Richie!" Mike yelled.

"Yeah?" Richie replied.

"What did I just say?" Mike sighed loudly.

"Fine," Richie grumbled. Attempting again to not think of Eddie kissing him.