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eddie raised his eyebrows as he looked up at richie, but soon squinted trying to make his vision not be as trippy. it didn't help much since all he really could see was bright colors and shapes.

"i'm sorry richie. here wait-" eddie then turned back to his drawing, drawing two people holding hands. one being much shorter than the other. he drew bright colors around it, giggling as he saw it moving around.

he then shook his head, getting up and sitting down in front of richie. "look! you're the one that's short." he giggled.

richie rolled his eyes, slapping eddies arm gently. "no fuckin way! i'm not four feet tall, fuck you!" richie groaned but soon laughed as eddie laid down next to him.

the boys then jumped as the door swung open, frank kaspbrak standing in the hallway with a beer bottle in hand. "err- who the hell is this?" eddies father slurred, slowly walking towards them.

eddie was completely out of it. he was looking around seeing stars and shapes. "richie! he looks so weird!" eddie giggled, his high pitch voice filling the silent room.

"eddie-"

"who the fuck are y-you?" frank yelled, hiccuping before stepping forward and slapping his son. "what's wrong with you? eh? what the hell did you do to him?"

"he's-" richie tried to speak again, but was once again cut off.

frank grabbed eddie by the collar of his shirt, pushing him back against a wall. eddies back hit a picture of him and his mom when he was little, the picture frame then shattering and glass going everywhere. "rich-"

"shut up boy! what's wrong with you?" he slapped eddie once more before slamming him back against the broken glass again, but this time eddie hit his head just right he fell unconscious.

richie was frozen in fear, he had managed to get up from the bed and was gonna get something to defend himself with but before he knew it frank hit him with the beer bottle.

everything went black for them both.