Richie, like Eddie, was a normal kid. Weird in his own ways. Richie liked Eddie. Well, it's not really a like, and it's not really a like-like either. It was more of a love. Richie had a little diary, it's not that major. It was a little journal that always hid at the bottom of his black Jansport backpack. No one ever went through his backpack, especially when Eddie opened it and a snake popped out that one time. Inside the book there would often be little descriptions of Eddie. Of his hair, his eyes, even his clothes. The descriptions were so soft, yet so vivid. No one would've been surprised if they used this description for an investigation case. The front cover read "Calculus/Algebra/Geometry Math Notes", was what it said in large permanent marker. There were also two stickers, one on the top right and another on the bottom left. Both stickers were blue Santa Cruz zombie hands with one with a mouth and the other with a middle finger stuck up, that both looked to be Richies style. Punky. It's not too much of a crazy punk style, since he still wore bright colors and often much, Hawaiian shirts, he had a slight punk style. To him it wasn't weird having poems, taped polaroids, descriptions, and even drawings of his own crush ... right?
In the Parallel Universe, there sternly stood Lust. Lust was the total opposite of Richie. He was described to have a heart of coal, he wasn't sweet nor funny like Richie was. Instead, he was strict. He also had a relationship Wrath, but it wasn't the one Richie and Eddie had. Wrath and Lust were both a bad combination. They often argued and hated each other. No, not the kind of hate-love relationship Richie and Eddie purely have, but they genuinely hated each other. The only time they'd "like" each other was during sex. Lust always lured Wrath into having sex with him, sometimes it'd be through viagra pills. They absolutely hated each other, but claim they like how the other "moves" during sex. No one understood Lust, except for himself.
It was one particular night, Richie went over to Eddies house for a sleepover. They were watching a movie named "The Shining". They had a system where they took turns picking movies every time they had a sleepover. Richie loved horror and comedy, while Eddie was more of an action and mystery kind of person. Eddie didn't like horror as much as Richie did and would "cuddle" with Richie, which was pretty much a win win for Richie. They were watching the movie, Richie making jokes about it and Eddie wondering how psychotic Richie sounded making jokes on this kind of movie. And they weren't the good ones either. Then suddenly the Tv turned off by itself. "Mr. Kaspbrak I do believe your television is out of its age" Richie pointed in a British accent. "Then turn it back on retard" Eddie replied. Richie reached for the remote and switched on the tv. The tv didn't work for long because a couple of seconds later, the screen turned completely white. A couple or seconds passed before it changed scenes again. Except this one was a shot of Eddies room, where they were at now. Eddie freaked out about his room showing up on his own television, but no one was in the room. Richie and Eddie weren't on the bed like they are currently in front of the tv. Then someone in a leather Jacket walked into the frame of the screen with both hands hidden behind his back. The mysterious person looked up and it was Lust. "Richie is that you?! Stop pranking me!" Eddie yelled. "Eddie that's- that's not me eddie" "Whaddoyamean fucktard you're on the screen and this is some sick twisted joke" "Eddie if this was a joke then would I be shaking right now?" Eddie grabbed Richies hand and he was in fact shaking like he said he was. Then the person on the other side of the screen stood right in the middle of the entire frame. He then stared dead at Richie and pulled out his black backpack. Lust slowly opened it and dug his hand all the way to the bottom 'til he found the hidden journal. He opened the journal slowly and turned it around so that it was facing towards Richie and Eddie. All of the writings were being ripped out of the journal slowly, one by one. Then suddenly they started appearing under the door, slowly one by one. Richie banged on the tv and kept hitting the off button til it was off. Richie then stumbled to grab every torn sheet and ran off into the bathroom to cry for several minutes while Eddie tried to comfort Richie while trying to grab a hold of the situation and if what had just happened was real.
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