#beepingmouth

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     beep beep beep beep. 

     the sound of a heart monitor could finally be heard from the man that was starting to wake up from his coma. how long he had been out was unclear to eddie as he stirred on the bed that he was laying on. taking in the scents of the hospital--he knew that’s where he was, he knew too much of this smell as he spent most of his childhood and adulthood in them. 

     though less in adulthood, but still, he knew what they all smelled like. 

     fluttering open his eyes he could see that he was right and as he watched the flickering led light over him, he started to remember why he was here. 

     screaming, crying---he could still hear the echoing of the sewers as he glanced over to see that his arm was patched up, or what was left of it at least. so he didn’t just dream that happening? that’s fantastic. 

     but then he started to sit up and he couldn’t see anyone in the room. he was alone--his heart rate started to spead up as he thought. 

     what if he was the only one who survived? what if the other’s died?? no no, that wouldn’t make sense, why would he be here if they didn’t make it? shit what if someone found him still alive but the others---

          “h-help...” he called out, though his voice wasn’t all that loud, until he coughed and cleared his throat. “help!!!” there it went, clear as day. the nurses would definitely hear that through the halls of the hospital as news of the coma patient started to spread. 

     he couldn’t be the last one. he just---he couldn’t. not after what he said--or tried to say--to richie. 

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@beepingmouth continued from x

     eddie shook his head, more to himself than anyone else, as he thought how unfair it was that richie didn’t have a coat to wear like the rest of them. but he also knew that even if he were to give the other his own coat, it wouldn’t fit the kid, he was much taller than he was and in turn the coat wouldn’t fit. 

     still, he had to think for a moment. 

          “i bet my mom still has something left over from my dad when he was younger in the attic if you wanted to go back to my house and get something warmer, richie,” he didn’t want his friend to catch something after all.

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Things had gotten back to normal. Well, fairly normal. Some things would never be like they were before, his hearing for one. The blow Chucky had dealt him in the warehouse had given him a concussion and he’d learned the hard way that concussions can cause hearing loss. KASLAN, despite claiming no responsibility for the Buddi 2 Launch Massacre, had been dealing with lawsuits and Karen had ended up with enough money from them to pay for Andy to get new hearing aids (better ones, no more feedback and fitting more comfortably in and behind his ears) and them to move to a new apartment.

He’d dropped off his keys in a dish on a side table by the door, his backpack beside the dining table so he could start on homework. Andy set his math book out first, wanting to get that done and over with but he paused before actually opening it. He could just… feel something was wrong. 

Then he heard Chucky.

His blood ran cold and it felt as if someone had just grabbed his lungs and were slowly squeezing the air out. His grip shifted on his pencil, changing from ‘ready to write’ to ‘stabby time’ just in case he wasn’t imagining things. 

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          “i moved here like a year ago,” he started as he started to pull out things from his napsack that he had collected over the months he’s been investigating this town. “i came because it’s kind of what i do, i look into the supernatural of everything, and when i heard about derry, i had to find out what it was all about.” 

     he then looked at the so called loser, and placed a photo down on the table. 

          “and i think i was right about there something going on, after what you just told me, my suspicions were correct.” 

     the photo was an old picture of the founding people of this town, but there was that clown in the picture. 

          “i want to help.”

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Andy was very relieved that he didn’t asthma. Bowers had started giving him shit, maybe he found out about Andy’s hearing impairment, either that or he was still mad about the rock fight. He’d heard something only to realize it was on his bad side and when he’d looked Bowers was there coming at him. And just like that Andy had shot off like a bullet. He heard Bowers yelling, but his heart was pounding too loud in his chest and hearing things behind him wasn’t the easiest thing to do in the first place. 

He turned the corner into the arcade, hoping to lose Bowers in the crowd of other kids, and his feet almost slid out from under him. But that didn’t stop Andy. He didn’t stop until he had slid into a gap between two machines and had his back against the wall as he slid to sit. The boy was catching his breath when he looked towards the left, the way he’d come in, only to see Richie had been playing one of the games Andy was using for cover.

“The fuck you looking at?” Okay, maybe Andy was still a little mad at being called out about his impairment back at Neibolt house. Even though looking back he totally deserved it, he should’ve been wearing his hearing aid in there.

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@beepingmouth

Andy almost hadn’t heard it. But it’d happened on his right-hand side, which meant that he’d been able to hear it more clearly. Andy looked towards the source of the sound to see a girl he recognized from school chatting with the pharmacist who had always rubbed Andy the wrong way. And from the way he was leaning in and even taking his glasses off for her to try on, it seemed he was right to feel uneasy around the man.

The fuck kind of adult would lean in towards a child with that look on his face? Oh God, nope. Not today. Andy turned to leave the store in time to see three boys he knew from school running from the aisle where he knew first aid supplies were. The smallest of the three even accidentally being pushed into the aisle-side of the end cap.

Okay... Curiosity was definitely getting the better of him. He knew he probably shouldn’t, but with his focus turned from Bev, Andy was definitely curious of what the boys were up to. It was at least giving him a chance to get away from whatever the fuck was going on with that with that pharmacist. As he made it to the door, he saw the boys turning towards the left. A turn he too followed, turning down a turn he’d seen them make into an alley to see the boys from the drug store. 

And a couple more from school that he vaguely knew, he knew the chubby kid sitting with his stomach cut up a little bit more than the others. Ben, Andy had run into him a few times at the library and he’d seemed nice from the times they’d crossed paths. 

“Jesus, the fuck happened to him?” Andy didn’t realize he was getting closer until he was right up beside them, ignoring Richie talking about sucking the wound (wasn’t that for snakes bites anyway?) and not even hearing Eddie explain that why he had two fanny packs was a long story.

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beepingmouth replied to your post: scREAMS ABOUT GHOST EDDIE VERSE!!!!! 

STOP SCREAMING. jus talk about it XD

EDDIE BEING A GHOST BECAUSE OF HIS UNFINISHED BUSINESS BEING WITH RICHIE. BECAUSE HE NEVER GOT TO SAY WHAT HE WANTED TO SAY BEFORE HE DIED!!! BECAUSE HE WAS THINKING IT OVER WHAT TO EVEN SAY TO HIM 

FUCK 

[sawblood]

          “Look, I get that you’re freaked out right now. I REALLY get that but driving off now won’t help matters. If anything, you’re likely to crash the car and ... well, end up the way HE wants you to.” She wasn’t trying to freak him out more but she KNEW that pennywise was always watching them. IT had a way of knowing everything and that was something IT would use against them. “Why don’t you come have a drink with me while we wait for the others? Just one drink and we can talk ... or not, about what happened to you. Believe me when I say it hasn’t been any funner for me.”

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