Richie thought this was really it, he was going to die here in his dreams, his body would be found eventually by one of his friends, possibly in pieces and everyone in town would talk about the sad nutcase Richie Trashmouth then they would just forget he had ever existed just like everything bad that ever happened in this fucked up town.
He cried out again as Kruger slashed down his chest, taking his sweet time and pleasure with torturing him…the bastard.
Kruger laughed seeing the struggle, pain and absolute terror in Richies eyes”Aw what’s the matter Richie…Ithought you wanted a good time? Am I not good enough for you?” He taunted as his blades reached up and was about to caress Richies’ cheek when all of the sudden he felt a blunt object on the back of his head. He groaned loudly and ended up falling off the bed.
Richie was honestly to stunned with what just happened to speak. His eyes were wide from shock and fear as some tears dribbled down his cheeks.
Was this really happening? If Eddie was here then that meant…oh god.
Richie just gave Eddie, one of his dearest friends and even the person he was in love with. a death sentence, it was his fault.
All these thoughts put Richie in a complete panic.
“Eddie! You have to wake up right the fuck now do you hear me!?” Richie shouted out suddenly with wide eyes but it came out to be a tumble words of mess because all of the sudden Kruger appeared again but instead of attack Richie to finish the job he attacked Eddie.
“How sweet…looks like I get to play with another toy” Freddy snarled with a crazed grin on his face as the burnt flesh had a rotting scent to it up close.
“Did little Eddie bear think he could save his friend? It’s precious that you think a nobody like you could even save anyone…” Freddy sneered as his hands tighten around Eddie’s neck as he had him lifted off the ground
“ Don’t touch him! Damn you Kruger! Eddie wake up!!! Right now fucking wake up! He can’t kill you if you wake up!” Richie screamed at Eddie in panic and desperation.
Richie scrambled off the bed to help Eddie as soon as he seen the movement from the hand where Kruger’s blades were headed.
Richie slammed himself against the two and Kruger let go of Eddie from the shock of the impact, all three of them falling to the floor.
He heard Richie perfectly, but that didn’t mean it made sense. For one, he was pretty positive that he was awake right now. How could he not be? He could feel that hand, and he could smell the burned flesh of Krueger, and he had felt the impact when the wrench had cracked into his skull. It was all far too real to be a dream - or a nightmare. At least, that was what logic had told him. It was funny, because whenever Pennywise had attacked them, Eddie had always closed his eyes tightly, telling himself it was all a dream that he would wake up from. Pennywise brought their worst fears to life, and into their reality. This type of creature, it wasn’t something he was used to.
His breath was coming out in choked gasps, hands clawing at the one secured around his throat, trying to pull and tug as his legs swung. If anything, he could just swing backwards hard enough to kick the guy. That was the plan. But, he couldn’t talk to Richie, couldn’t understand what he meant about wake up, because his voice was coming out in small squeaks. His eyelids started to flutter, face changing color from losing oxygen as it was, feeling like something was sitting on top of his chest. None of this made sense, but from home, Eddie was tossing and turning in bed, grasping at his throat, bedsheets tossed around him.
He was unable to breathe until Richie had literally thrown himself at the man, groaning as he was dropped, hissing and scrambling for his inhaler - but of course he didn’t have it, it wasn’t like he slept with the damn thing. He quickly looked around, grabbing Richie’s arm, trying to run anywhere. Far away, out of the boiler room. He found a wall to at least tug him behind, holding him out in front of him. “What the fuck is going on?” He hissed out in his panic, but also not wanting to be too loud and draw attention to them. “What do you mean wake up? How would I be talking to you if I wasn’t awake? How would I have almost just choked to death if I wasn’t awake?”
His voice was frantic, anxious. He didn’t know what else he could possibly say or do. He knew that now was not the time to ask questions and figure stuff out, because they had to get out of there and get safe. Besides, last he remembered he - He paused, eyes widening more, before he shook his head. “No way, dude.” That was why he was still in his pajamas. This was all happening inside his head. “No, I can’t wake up. I took an Ambien to knock me out. I won’t be awake till the alarm rings in the morning. I told you, meds are the only thing that have helped me sleep lately.” Shit.