[COMPLETED] Richie is Trick and Eddie is Sarah. This is NOT a carbon copy of Black Mirror's, Arkangel . I kept the core theme but changed events to fit Richie and Eddie's character. Also a completely different ending.

❝ this is not a test. this is your emergency broadcast system announcing the commencement of the new annual purge sanctioned by the U.S. Government. weapons of class 4 and lower have been authorized for use during the Purge. all other weapons are restricted. government officials of ranking 10 have been granted immunity from the Purge and shall not be harmed. commencing at the siren, any and all crime, including murder, will be legal for 84 continuous hours. police, fire, and emergency medical services will be unavailable until October 31st until 7 a.m., when the purge concludes. blessed be our New Founding Fathers and America, a nation reborn. May god be with you all. ❞ and that's what set it off. © 2019 luna. ________ IT+ ST x PURGE CROSSOVER lowercase intended WARNING!= lots of violence

❝you okay, eds? you're not looking too good.❞ where eddie's mom learns something and gives eddie a baby blue pill

"You're poetry, Richie Tozier."

"pretty mama sews, stitches in all your bitches broken hearts" - Eddie was weaving sweet flowers' stems into each other. Flower after flower. Soft little daisies that glided against Eddie's fingertips. He stopped and looked at the view in front of him, his feet dangling off the edge carefully. Eddie peaked at Richie and noticed the way his hair was unbrushed and greasy. It was very unruly. He noticed the way his rosy lips took a long a drag of the cigarette that was pressed between his thumb and pointer finger and the way his denim jacket sat loosely on top of his broad shoulders. He must have gotten a size too big. His sneakers were always the same ones. The same old Vans that were all torn. His freckles were growing grey as the sun was slowly setting. One of his knees was brought up to his chest. Eddie noticed the way Richie's eyes were fixated on the setting sun. He was fucked up. Eddie knew, Richie told him. He hasn't gotten any sleep in the past 3 days, his humour was slightly fading because of that and weed or cigarette smoke was escaping out of his mouth instead of silly, inappropriate comments. But it was okay. Eddie liked the silence anyway. Though he did wish it was substituted with loving, tender words. Eddie smiled and his hands found they way back to the crown on his lap. He was almost done, just tying the ends. "Rich?" he softly said, and Richie turned around to meet his gaze. He took the flower crown and placed it on the boy's head. Richie grinned and took one of the left over flowers from Eddie's bunch and tucked it behind Eddie's small ear. His hand lingered there for a while and then dropped. He shifted his numinous stare back to the setting of the bright colours melting into each other. Eddie smiled. He had two of his favourite things in the world. Flowers and Richie. But what Eddie didn't know was how his sweet Richie, the same Richie who had been putting stupid flowers in Eddie's locker, was fucking bitches behind his back.

"you're an idiot, richard tozier." - ©jupiterzmoonz lowercase intended

"you don't.. you don't have to do that. you're more than what your family thinks of you." "that's the problem," richie laughed. he looked at the small boy next to him, "they don't think of me." -- modern day reddie

Richie Tozier x Eddie Kaspbrak Richie didn't expect to fall for the small boy at the counter while stealing cigarettes. "I'm not allowed to hang out with trash like you. Trashmouth." Song: why didn't you say that - the lemon twigs Song: falling for u - peachy