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" who will pray for me, when I'm gone?"
"or is this the eternal dark without a dawn?"
independent portrayal of richie lipschitz from starkid's npmd. admin is 21+. blog will contain horror & dark themes.

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Sir, is it true you’re a general?
Course it is. I would never lie about my title.. it's not very American to be dishonest.
Oh no. You’re super into patriotism?? Forget I said anything sir…
Do you have a problem with patriotism?
Oh. Um. N - no, sir. No!
Well, it's alright if you are. Don't feel like you have to put up a facade around me, son.
Wait, seriously?! Oh good, I thought you were going to arrest me or something…
I don't have a reason to do that. Though, you better be on your best behaviour or I may just have to.
Yes Sir!!
Oh no… what if they really do have records on Max’s body…
What was that? [He raises a brow. Maybe mumble a little less obviously, Rich.]
[ Richie grimaces and tugs at his shirt collar in worry.]
I… nothing sir. Just uh — wondering about lunch! Haha…
Ah, of course. As anybody does around lunch time. Ha. Haha. [John laughs dryly, clearly trying not to make Richie uncomfortable but most likely failing. He doesn't come across as a very laid back individual.] You know if you do happen to be hungry, I'd be happy to show you to the cafeteria. We do have quite the established one.
[ Richie grimaces, thoroughly broken just by John’s attempt at being laidback. He knits his fingers together and takes in a breath. ]
Okay — it’s true I was there when Max Jägerman FELL but I didn’t PUSH him or — or ANYTHING, but his ghost wants revenge on me now and — you — you believe me, don’t you, General?!
[He blinks, taken aback by the sudden lore-heavy confession. He takes a few seconds to process all of that before responding with the simple question--]
.. Sorry- Who is Max Jägerman?
M - m - my…
[ He cautiously glances around for fear that Max would somehow be listening.]
The biggest bully in Hatchetfield High. But he — he said Nerdy Prudes Must DIE and — and I’m — I’m just scared —
You… you’ll help me, won’t you?
Son..
[John plants a firm hand on the stuttering teenagers shoulder, a serious expression plastered on his face.. Much in contrast to the terror of the other.]
.. I will protect any God damn American that comes my way.
[He pats Richie's shoulder before guiding him over to a nearby bench, gesturing for him to sit.]
If you take a moment to sit down and work through your fear.. You can tell me your situation, and I will do my best to assist.
Richie takes a quick moment to breathe. He nods, plopping down on the bench in front of the general.
“I… okay. Thanks. I… I just don’t know where to start! Alright. So…
My friends and I lured Max to the Waylon Place on Hickory just for a stupid prank. We wanted to make him leave us alone! And… and then he fell…
And… he… he died. After promising revenge.”
Richie’s face is pale, and his fingers clench.
[John nods along.. This story would take anybody off guard, but not him. This is just another Thursday for him.]
An accidental death, I see..
Well son, don't worry about being handcuffed or.. Anything like that. I know an innocent person when I see one, and I can assure you you have nothing to worry about.. At least on my end. A death at the Waylon House can't lead to anything good, after all. But you have me to help with that.
“H - help you? How can I help you with anything?”
It’s whiplash really, between the general saying Richie won’t be arrested to the same general asking for the teen’s help. Some of his fear dissipates, but his wariness remains.
Well I'll be the one helping you, but.. I can't say you won't have a part to play. It's.. Max Jägerman that fell, if I remember the name correctly. What exactly is happening with him following the incident? Clearly if you're here, he isn't as dead as you thought he was.
"Yes sir."
Richie swallows hard, trying to at least dampen down his fear.
"I... I'm just afraid, because of his threat. He -- He clearly meant me and -- and my friends! He clearly wanted us to die and...
I'm worried I'll walk into the locker room and he'll be there."
Your fear is justified son, very much so.. but I can assure you you've come to the right place. The best thing to do immediately would be to post a few.. undercover agents by your highschool. We'll also keep the HFPD out of the business, this isn't their field of expertee to tackle.. how does that sound?
“Oh, them? They wouldn’t do anything anyways. The police are super useless in town. But… I guess you could if you wanted to.”
Richie shyly puts his hands in his armpits.
“What… what would your unit even do? Sir?”
The police in your town are used to petty theft and loitering.. Not vengeful spirits and enchanted houses. That's where PEIP comes in. Paranormal, Extraterrestrial, Interdimension Phenomena.. That is the motto we live by.
Our agents can keep a watch over the house, your school, all those hot-spot areas.. And ensure that no paranormal forces worm their way in. Essentially.. They'd be the world's best body guards.
Have you seen Ghostbusters, son? We'll do Ghostbusters. But better.
“Right…”
Richie nods fearfully.
“I have seen Ghostbusters. Of course I’ve seen Ghostbusters, it’s a classic. So you think I should still go to school?”
Ruth… it’s you! Why are you dead too?!
@yourbodysgone
Richie?? Oh my gosh its been so long!!! I missed you!! :3
But uh-max yagerman kinda sorta killed me. Heh... 👉👈
“OH MY GOD HE KILLED ME TOO!!! I thought I was going to be alone here forever… I don’t even know where I am…
Do you?”
Richie comes into view, completely unaware he’s revealing everything that Max did to him, too.
" no. Not really sorry-ive kinda just been here. Alone. "
Ruth admitted, looking up at Richie. She felt weirdly nervous, for no reason. She subconsciously messed with her fingers
“You… you look…”
Richie stares, and then runs to her for a hug.
“You look just like yourself!! When Max killed me I saw what I looked like and I looked HORRIBLE!!!!!”
He clutches her pitifully.
“I’ve missed you so much!!”
// open starter
Richie groans as he slowly picks himself up off the ground. One punch from Max was all it took to send him down, and with a bloody nose no less. He takes the offered hand out of necessity.
“Th — thanks…”
Are you ok, Richie? This is the 3rd time this week….
“I know it is, believe me…”
Richie groans.
“It’s not my fault, you know that…”
What did he say you did this time? [helps him up]
“Existed, basically? I… I made the mistake of walking in front of him in the hallway and the rest is history.”
He summons up a small, weak smile.
“You… you really saw the other times?”
A bit. Ruth told me about them.
“Oh…”
Richie shoves his hands in his armpits.
“Ruth probably embellished a little bit, I wouldn’t worry…”
Richie, this is serious….. I can talk to one of the counselors if you want me to. But tell me next time Max does this, ok?
But Richie just shakes his head and grimaces.
“I… I can’t. I’m sorry, but I just can’t. Max would — he’d KILL me! Well, maybe not literally but you know how he is!”
I know, I know. But I can hold my own against him. I’m not just going to let him beat you up all the time.
“Aislinn, please, please don’t say anything. You might win one time, but he’d know, and then he’d be even worse to me the next time. Please?”
Richie….. please….. I hate seeing you like this.
“You… you do?”
He stares stupidly, not even thinking that someone else could care whether or not he gets hurt.
[nods] You’re basically my best friend, Richie. I don’t like seeing Max just push you around.
Richie blushes, hard.
"Y-Yeah, well... it doesn't feel that good either!"
Obviously. Just, please, let me help you.
“…Fine. You can try, I guess. I’ll come with you. I… I can’t let you do this alone.”
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Richie lets out a scream as he bolts upright from his third nightmare of the week… the third one where Max killed him brutally. He hugs himself protectively until he sees a figure at his window. Richie screams again.
“You!!”
[Richie waves, smirking, perched on the windowsill in his bloody best.]
“Hello”
Richie curls up in his blankets, trembling.
“Go ‘way please. I… I’m not in the mood.”
“You’re no funnnnn”
[He whines, pouting like a child. He clearly took after Max]
Richie just flinches, his nerves incredibly frayed.
“If you’re here to kill me like in my dream just get it over with.”
“That wasn’t my plan actually…Believe it or not”
Richie tosses his Naruto covers off worriedly.
“Really? Then — then why are you even here?!”
“Fun, mostly”
“I worry about your definition of fun if one idea is to barge in just after I’ve woken up from a nightmare.”
Richie just says sourly, glaring at the dead him.
“Oh I’ve been here even before you woke up, Rich.”
“Ughhh, that makes it worse! So you’ve just been watching me sleep?!”
“Not exactly”
“Then what?”
Richie starts to sulk. He throws his blankets back over his head so he won’t have to look at this other him.
“Well I was just bored, mostly. Wanted to see if your life was different than mine was. It is, so, lucky you.”
[He was jealous and that was easy to see. He didn’t have parents anymore, they’d thrown him out when he was 12. He had his uncle Paul, who he adored, but he missed his parents like hell too, even if they wanted nothing to do with him.]
“Lucky?! I’m lucky when I have to fear Max Jägerman beating me to a pulp every single day? When I’ve been told that he — he’s gonna kill me?!”
Richie glares back at his ghost counterpart.
“I had that life too, until I died. But I meant your mom. You have her.”
“Oh. Yes. She… she is the best.”
Richie looks up at him again.
“So… so not all of us have the same families, either?”
“We don’t. My mom and dad kicked me out at 12. Lost them and my two brothers…I lived with my Uncle Paul until I died. Sometimes I try to haunt his house. Just so he knows I’m still around”
“Until you… died…”
Richie shrinks back down into his bed.
“Please… don’t kill me. Don’t bully me! Please don’t follow Max!!”
“I don’t kill other Richies, don’t worry.”
[He taps his leg, looking at the other]
“B - but you do kill??”
Richie asks in fear. Then his eyes harden.
“I — I’m glad you don’t have my mom! She… she’d see how mean you’ve become!”
“I have…it’s been a while though.”
[The comment stung. He tried not to show it]
“She doesn’t consider me her kid since I’m not the ‘precious little girl’ she raised. She wouldn’t give a damn. Her and Dad would say it’s right for me to have turned out this way.”
[He shrugs. He misses his parents but they didn’t even care he was gone. He wonders if his brothers knew he was…]
Richie shakes his head.
“That’s ridiculous. My mom isn’t transphobic! When Ruth came out, she… and… and Peter!
Maybe… maybe you should meet her.
If Max is just gonna kill me anyways!!”
“Different timelines…but…meeting her sounds nice…”
[He smiles a bit at the thought]
Do you have brothers too? Trevor and Daniel?
“No… none at all. It’s just me and my mom. But if you’re saying Max kills me… maybe you need to take my place.”
Suddenly he’s crying, wiping tears away from his eyes.
“I am a dead man. I can’t replace you. Not like that. And hey, you can always try and stop him, I guess.”
“H - how?!”
Richie asks desperately, drying his eyes.
“Fight? I dunno…”
[He shrugs. He’d fight. But he knows this other Richie might not be able to]
"Fight?!" Richie cries. "I don't want to fight! I -- I can't fight MAX!"
“Well either that or suffer. I don’t know.”
Richie just glares at him.
“What are you really here for?”
“No reason really. Just annoying you”
“What if I exorcise you, huh? Where did you die again?”
Richie keeps glaring.
“Waylon Place. Plus I don’t think exorcisms work.”
“That old scary place?” Richie pales. “Seriously? I… I bet something could work…”
“Yeah. Grace was certainly smart with that…”
“Look. I’m sorry you died. I’m sorry all that happened to you! But I just can’t be haunted by you! I — I refuse! So — so either be nice to me or pull a Max, just make a choice or — or get out!!”

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I hate goats so much..
G - goats? Why?
something about their eyes and the way they stare at me as if wanting to do something bad to me..
Oh… I get what you mean…
Lately I’ve been feeling the same way about octopi. And squid.
ew.. I hate those things..
Yeah… same… ugh…
Tentacles have been all over my dreams lately… that and … and…
dreams?
[ TJ had curiosity in her voice. ]
Um. Yes. My dreams… well, they’ve been more nightmares lately…
You probably think it’s stupid.
Not at all. Dreams can mean a lot of things. I’m not the kind of person to believe in that stuff but..
[ She shrugged ]
Okay um.
[ Richie still glances away.]
This green thing… it has too many tentacles. It’s like Cthulhu? But he… he knows me. All about my fears, my hopes, my entire life…
And he — he — he mocks me. About all of it. Sometimes he does worse.
I can never escape.
He talks?
[ She frowns, connecting the dots. ]
You haven’t met any men recently.. ones that looked untrustworthy and talked about gods?
Richie frowns in turn.
“I — I mean… maybe a… couple? Actually?”
Please, don’t ever talk to them again. Because, and I hate to admit this, what they are saying is true..
“Wha — what?! No! TJ, you — you can’t just tell me not to talk to people!”
Richie’s voice turns indignant and just a bit shrill.
“At least they told me some things about my dreams…”
They’re dangerous.. I should know because I’ve met them before.
[ She frowns. ]
I can’t lose another person again…
[ They whispered under their breath. ]
He gives her a cross, skeptical look.
“Dangerous? How so? They’ve just given me information, that’s all!”
Richie- I-
[ She paused. ]
They have-
[ They paused again. ]
I can’t control you Richie. I’m just worried that they might harm you.. because I care about you.
“Care about me?”
Richie huffs and looks away.
“I — I’m sorry TJ, but… we practically just met. You can’t care about me that quickly. In fact, it is scientifically impossible.”
[ TJ sighs. She’s upset. ]
I’m sorry.
[ She can’t tell him. She can’t say that she’s met him in other timelines. She can’t tell him that she was friends with him in another timeline. Timeline, timelines… that’s all that filled her brain. She was sick and tired of it. ]
“I… I did meet this guy in yellow.”
Richie says softly, eyes unfocused. He thinks back to his encounter with Tinky. Richie winces, the voices and everything coming from the box.
“And… um.”
[ Her face dropped. She felt her blood run cold. ]
Was he goat like? Holding a box?
Richie nods.
“But the dreams about the green tentacles and — and THOSE horrors are somehow scarier? I… sometimes I’ve dreamed that I’m stuck with all these green toys… or that Wiggly has taken control of me…”
Wiggly?!
[ She gasped.]
The king of the black and white..
[ She mumbled. ]
This is not good.. Richie, let me tell you something. That goat-guy you met? He’s been targeting me.
Richie turns pale. He grabs his own arm, fiddling with his shirt sleeve.
“I… did I say Wiggly? I… I don’t know why…”
He looks up at her mention of the goat man and how he’s targeting her. Richie blanches, picking at his fingers.
“He… he showed me his Box.”
Oh no.. he’s going after you as well? But.. why?
[ She said, thinking. She plays with her hair out of habit. ]
“No no! Um… I… I asked him to…”
Richie hangs his head sheepishly.
“He said Peter was in there. And Mr. Spankoffski….
I asked to see them.”
Oh.. that’s not good. I hope you’re okay.. I know whatever is in that box is beyond what our human minds can handle. I’m surprised you didn’t go inside from just looking at it.
[ She said, a little impressed. ]
Richie tugs at his shirt sleeves.
“Yes, well… ever since I did, my dreams have gotten worse. This green tentacle man… he taunts me and says he’ll have me in the Black forever. To… to torture me.
I know it sounds ridiculous! I know it does but…”
Richie sighs heavily. He looks over to meet TJ’s eyes.
“You probably don’t really believe me, do you? Are you just humoring me?”
Richie.. I believe you.
[ She reassured. ]
That thing contacted me… I don’t know if it was through a vision.. or a dream.. He mocked me.. he called me his “Jay-bird.” He told me he was going to get me and I’d be in his collection sooner or later.
[ TJ seemed upset just talking about it. ]
So that.. Wiggly. He must be trying to get you I assume…
Richie turns to face her head on, fully alarmed.
“Get me? GET me?! Why and how?? Wait… he can’t like, take me in my dreams, right?”
No. If that was possible I’d wouldn’t be speaking to you right now. I don’t really know everything.. I thing if maybe we can find someone to speak yo about this..
[ She suggested. ]
"Like who?"
He asks, a bit miffed.
"I thought you said you didn't want me talking to those guys..."
Someone trustworthy.
[ TJ clarifies. ]
“And… you think they’ll believe me?”
His voice turns forlorn, eyes shifting away in worry.
[ TJ nods. ]
I have a friend.. her name is Ms Holloway, sure she can help you.. she helped me after all.
“She did?”
His eyes unfocus, and he looks away again.
“If you’re sure.”
Uh… is Mr. Spankoffski REALLY in… there?
You bet'chya!
Unfortunately, yes.
Wow… so you must be really good at physics, right?! What was the mathematical equation you used to shrink him down? Was it an experiment gone wrong?!
Well, it was a bit more magic-based than it was physics. And he's in here intentionally! No experiment gone wrong here! Just a toy in a box!
What — what?
Stop… making fun of me. I know I’m smart but there HAS to be more logic to it than that!!
Poor little Richie. Doesn't realize that the less sense it makes, the more fun it is!
How… how do you know my name?
I know lots of things, Richie. Lots of things.
Yeah okay.
Just not physics apparently.
Who are you?
T'noy Karaxis, the Bastard of Time and Space, but please, call me Tinky.
It's nice to meet you Richie Lipschitz.
You… you’re what?
Why do you call yourself a bastard?
A time god. The whole Bastard thing is just my official title.
A… god?
Sure, alright. Like you’re not going to fool me.
What reason would I have to fool you, Richie?
I… I don’t know.
Can I see him? Can I see Mr. Spankoffski?
[The nightmare goat begins laughing.]
If you wanna look in the Box, then by all means, I'm not gonna stop you!
[ He crosses his arms. ]
Okay, so, where is it?
[It extends the Bastard's Box to Richie, a wide, mischievous grin plastered onto its face.]
Right here!
[ Richie hesitates, looking at the god’s eyes and mischievous grin in trepidation.
Then he takes the Box. He takes it…
And opens it. ]
[The inside of the Bastard's Box was maddening; a golden, nauseating, constantly shifting maze of paradoxes, chaos, and insanity. Emitting from it are a cacophony of agonized screams belonging to all of those who have had the misfortune of gazing upon the Box in the past, present, and future. In the center of the madness was the favorite toy of T'noy Karaxis: an incredibly distressed Theodore Spankoffski.]
[ Richie immediately feels sick. His stomach clenches, and he thinks he sees darkness and light and all of time at once. He can barely comprehend it — can’t even understand it. His eyes widen as he tries to focus on Ted.
Richie sways slightly on his feet, overcome.]
Mr… Spankoffski…
[Tinky's laughter rings out, shrill and elated.]
What's wrong, Richie? Don't like what you see?
I… I… I don’t…
[ Richie stares, trembling. He whimpers, thinking he sees all the dark things the people in the box went through too — it frightens him. He reels backwards, dropping the box.]
I… you…
[he can’t even manage a full sentence.]
[Tinky cackles with delight at the boy's reaction, the gaze from his square-pupil eyes intense and hungry.]
[ Richie closes his eyes, putting his hands over his ears.]
I — I can still hear them. I can see them! Why — how — PLEASE MAKE IT STOP! Please…
[T'noy Karaxis picks up the Box from where Richie dropped it. As soon as it's back in the Bastard's hands, everything abruptly stops. It feels like whiplash. The screams, the madness, the spinning: all of it ceases in an instant. It's deathly quiet, the only sounds able to be heard being a ringing in one's ears and the faint, nearly imperceptible sounds of agony that still continue to cry out from the accursed cube.]
[Tinky grins deviously, tapping his fingers over the top of the Box.]
[ Richie slumps over on the ground, clutching his ears in relief now that the silence is back. He slowly glances back up in horror at the god.]
You… you’re a monster.
[It chuckles, its red eyes filled with joy as it leans in towards Richie. A thick musky scent, not unlike what you might smell from animals at a farm or a petting zoo, only twenty times worse, wafts off its matted yellow fur.]
Your point?
[ Richie pulls back as the god leans in closer. All thoughts of seeing Ted are gone. He flinches in fear, imagining the god will grab him with those claw-like hands of his and pull him into the box. He quickly shakes his head, desperately fighting the urge to clamp his hands over his ears and shut down.]
Pl — Please don’t hurt me…
Why would I hurt you, Richie, when you're so much fun to toy with?
[It caresses the side of Richie's face with a clammy six-fingered hand, its fingernails gently raking across his skin. Tinky's just messing with him, but that doesn't make it any less uncomfortable or terrifying.]
"Oh god!"
Richie whimpers, squirming under Tinky's touch. He's scared out of his mind now, and gives into the urge to cover his ears protectively. His eyes turn owl-wide as he stares in fear at the god before him.
"Please... please don't do what you do to Ted to me..."
Now wouldn't that be a fun idea! Another little toy for my collection!
[Tinky laughs.]
Don't you worry your silly little head, Richie. Your fate doesn't end in the Box. At least, not as of now. Things can always change, though!
“My… my fate?”
Richie’s voice turns hoarse and hollow.
“What do you know? About my fate… ending?”
I know that you typically don't get a very happy ending. I know your life is usually oh-so tragically cut short by factors outside of your control. I know that you should avoid bullies like the plague if you want to survive to graduation.
Richie just stares at Tinky in horror, connecting the dots.
“My… my bullies… k - kill me? In high school?!
No. No no you — you’re lying. You just want me inside that box of yours!!”
While I certainly wouldn't mind you in the Box - you are pretty fun to play with, after all - I can assure you that everything I've said is true.
Maybe I should snatch you up and put you in the Box! Usually I'm more drawn towards the Spankoffskis, but I'm sure the Petey-Pie I snagged a few days ago would appreciate some company his age.
“Peter’s in there…?”
Richie asks in horror. His eyes lock on the box, and he makes a big, sudden, absolutely STUPID decision.
“Put me in the box. I need to see Peter. I — I’ll do anything you want, just let me see him!”
His voice breaks, and his lip trembles. Even after all he’d seen… he wants to see Pete.
ANYTHING I WANT?
[Its eyes light up with a hungry sort of excitement.]
Richie gulps. His voice falls to a whisper.
“Yes. Just let me go in the Box, and see Peter. You — you can do anything, I don’t care, just let me see my best friend!”
It’s as he continues further with his desperate pleas that he starts to realize just how big of a mistake he might be making.
[The Bastard laughs, once again revealing the Bastard's Box. He gazes down upon its golden sides, seemingly enchanted with it for a moment before looking back up at Richie with giddy excitement. Whispers emit from the cube, but no matter how hard Richie tries to listen, he can't quite hear what they're saying, although he has the distinct feeling that they're warnings.]
Then see your friend you will!
[It extends one of its nasty hands to Richie.]
Some small, horrible part of him likes the attention. This god wants HIM. A nerd! A nobody! That enough is to make Richie ignore the warnings and the whispers, ignore the horrors and the idea of what he’s getting himself into.
He tightens his mouth into a thin line and slowly grabs Tinky’s hand.
“Deal.”
[As soon as Tinky's hand clasps around Richie's, there's a sharp pull that threatens to take his arm out of his socket. In a blur, the boy is ripped from his dimension and placed in a new, much more paradoxical one.]
[Richie Lipschitz stands in the maze of the Bastard's Box with no way out and no one around him. The only sounds are the screams and cries of its other inhabitants echoing off the walls and the maniacal laughter of its demonic owner who's just gained a new toy.]
Richie stares in horror, the significance of his choice slowly sinking in as he looks around at… nothing.
The world starts to spin as he feels his heart race, his mind break, his voice leave him.
“… Peter?
It’s… it’s Richie….”
Oh! Did I forget to tell you? You gotta find Petey first!
[Tinky's words are too loud as they bounce off the seemingly endless walls of the Box. He cackles, clearly entertained by the predicament which Richie has gotten himself into.]
“No… no!”
Richie stares around helplessly. He starts to walk in the direction that he thinks the screams are coming from, lurching forward.
“P - Peter… Peter, it’s Richie! I’m here!”
[But nobody answers. Nobody came. Richie may never be heard by anyone amongst the screams other than T'noy Karaxis in this Box. This is the fate that Richie has chosen. An endless search for another lost soul in a maze of madness for the rest of time.]
“Peter…! Peter, it’s me… it’s Richie! H… Hello?”
Richie keeps wandering around the endless maze until he slumps down in a corner, eyes glazing over.
“Peter… please… anybody?
T’noy Karaxis…? Are… are you there?”
Why of course I am, Richie! I never left!
Richie shudders at the voice. He looks up plaintively.
“Where is he? Where’s Peter?”
Oh, he's around here somewhere! On the other side of the Box to be specific!
[Its echoing laughter seemingly shakes the ground beneath you.]
"What?!"
His voice splits the air.
"But I -- I asked you to see him! Why didn't you just -- just teleport me there?!"
Because that's not as fun! Besides, I'm sure you'll stumble across each other eventually!
“No. No no no! You — you broke our deal! Get me out of here! Get me out of your — your stupid box NOW!”
Richie ends on nearly a scream, the horrors he’d seen earlier already permeating his mind.
I didn't break the deal at all! I simply found a loophole! You asked to see Peter! You never specified when!
If you want out of here, you better offer me something good! You're just so much fun to play with!
“Oh my god… oh my god oh my god oh my god…!”
Richie begins to panic. He slides down to sit on the ground.
“I… I told you could do… do anything you wanted…”
He says in shock.
“Just for a chance to see Peter… who… who might not even be the Peter I know… oh my god…!”
It's starting to sink in for you, isn't it Richie? You're MINE now!
“What… what are you going to do to me?!”
Tears begin to flow down his cheeks as the utter horror sets in.
Simple: I'm going to watch you and your slow descent into madness as you desperately try to find another living being in this maze of madness! Like an ant in the world's most fucked up ant farm!
Richie takes a deep breath and then thinks about it.
“Wait. You’re just going to leave me alone? And just watch me? And… I don’t even have to do anything?
That’s… that’s the BEST! So I can just sit here! Alright!!”
He’s trying so hard to regain control of the situation, to make Tinky think he’s a lost cause.
Sit there and do nothing for all of eternity?
[He laughs.]
Sounds like an impossible existence to me! Besides, I never said that I wouldn't shake things up a bit from time to time!
“I… fine!”
Richie stubbornly folds his arms across his chest.
“So do it then! Shake things up? B - Because this is already getting boring!”
Ruth… it’s you! Why are you dead too?!
@yourbodysgone
Richie?? Oh my gosh its been so long!!! I missed you!! :3
But uh-max yagerman kinda sorta killed me. Heh... 👉👈
“OH MY GOD HE KILLED ME TOO!!! I thought I was going to be alone here forever… I don’t even know where I am…
Do you?”
Richie comes into view, completely unaware he’s revealing everything that Max did to him, too.
// open starter !!
"Annnnd that's what I think about Naruto," Richie ends his long, happy spiel to your muse. If his eyes could turn into hearts or grow ten times as large, they would. He turns expectantly.
"Do... do you have a favorite anime?"
[Truth be told, Candy tuned out most of the ramble and focused more on Richie. She resits the urge to blush]
I - uh, yeah, I love anime!
[ Richie is completely oblivious to her blush and attention.]
Oh, okay! So, what’s your favorite one then?
Um...
[She tries to think of an answer]
Sailor Moon
That’s probably what everyone says. You picked that up from the comics store!
[ Richie scoffs, a little judgmental today.]
No, I do actually like it!
[It's not a lie]
Hmmm… name your favorite Princess then.
...okay, you got me there
Ha! See?! You’re not a real anime fan!
…wait, is this one of those times where Peter said I come across as mean?
Uh ... Yeah, kinda.
Oh. I’m… I’m sorry.
Did you know I have over 400 body pillows? Sorry wait. You probably don’t want to know.
Uh - well, that's a lot of body pillows
“Y - Yeah…”
Richie blushes hard.
[She's blushing quite a bit too]
“Never mind! Please forget I said anything!”
Richie buries his head in his hands.
No no no - it's fine! I'm glad you're open about your, um, interests
Richie just groans.
“Quick, please say something embarrassing about yourself!”
Um - I once dyed my hair green by accident
"That's not embarrassing!! That's actually really cool!"
Oh, the shade of green it turned out as would make you think otherwise
Richie looks at her. Then he starts to laugh a little.
“Are… you sure?”
I'm sure
Sometimes I think about dying my hair! Maybe blue…
Hi Maddie… uh, it’s Richie? From school? You… you haven’t heard anything about Max Jägerman yet, have you?
Like… if the police found him… yet? After he disappeared?
Ohhh you’re the weird anime kid!
And I’ve heard he’s missing, yeah, but not a lot’s been found yet.. I heard he was near the Waylon Place before he died, and I wouldn’t be surprised if something weird happened there. You know what they say about that house..
Why do you ask?
Y - Yesh, just the weird anime kid haha… that’s me alright..
And um… I’m just wondering…
Because of football! Yeah! You know… the big game…
Oh, yeah! Totally, I get it. It’s gonna be sorta hard to kick those Chemist’s asses without him, huh?
Well, I could look into it more if you’d like. That way Nighthawks could win.
NO!!
No um…. Don’t, actually!!! It’s… it’s fine… uh… please forget I said anything haha… yeah…
Are you sure-? It’s really no problem.
I mean, I probably will anyway, since it’s a missing person case. Even though I’m ninety nine percent sure he’s dead. May as well find the culprit, yeah?
YES I AM SURE! Totally and completely 100% sure! But also just to let you know I'm really not happy he's dead despite him bullying me for most of my life! I'm really... really.... sad. Actually. So. Yes.
Uh-huh… not suspicious at all..
Well, at least someone cares!! I mean, me and Max weren’t close, but he wasn’t ever really a dick to me. Still, even if he was, it’s crazy to me how people praise when other’s die! Especially when it’s cops. Harsh world.
Richie almost laughs at her response.
“I think you’d think differently if he’d been beating you up or bullying you like every single day of your life.”

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“Help!!!! Somebody, please help me!!!”
Richie bangs on the door of the locker he was shoved into and locked in by none other than Max Jägerman.
“Hello? Anyone there…?”
Hmm?
[Someone opens the door. It's one of the richest kids in Hatchetfield high, Harper]
How'd you get in there?
“Pushed…”
Richie says weakly, mustering up a small smile. Then he realizes who opened the locker door.
“You… you’re…”
Yes, yes, I know. Don't immediately assume that I'm mean, okay? I'm not, really. So come on out.
[She lends him a hand for him to get out of the locker]
“I… I… okay!”
Richie takes the offered hand and clumsily climbs out of the locker.
“Wow… your… your name is Harper right?”
Yep, the one and only. And you're...Richie, right? Max calls you shitlips, but I'm certain that's not your actual last name. It's Lipsh-lip...what was it again?
Richie sighs, hugging his arms protectively.
“It’s LIPSCHITZ. Richard Lipschitz. And yes, he does make those jokes. He’s made them since sixth grade and thinks they’re sooooo funny.”
Well, he is childish after all. He probably thinks flossing is still relevant or something.
Richie snickers lightly at her comment. He smiles wanly, and then remembers they’re standing in the hallway still.
“Um… seriously, thanks. I… I thought I might be stuck in there all night.”
Don't mention it. I simply had to open the locker, not a big deal.
"It would have been a big deal if I was in there for days..."
Fair enough. But I'm sure that won't happen cos you're making a lot of noise. Someone else could've opened it.
Maybe. Or Max could have told everyone not to!
@fairyprincessservant
[ Richie swings gently on the swingset in a park in Hatchetfield. He stares around at the dreary surroundings without a care in the world.]
[Fae's out making sure nature's a bit cleaned up. She really has conflicting duties, a nature protector and a destroyer. She looks over and notices Richie, wandering over to sit on the other swing.]
Hey! I, uh, I don't believe we've met.
[ Richie looks up, eyes widening at the sign of someone new. He slides off the swing, immediately making room. ]
If you want to sit here, I don’t mind.
Oh, no, it's fine!
[Her wings flutter softly behind her as she smiles at him.]
You go to Hatchetfield High, right?
Yeah. Wait, why? Did Max send you?
[He glances down in fear.]
Oh! The quarterback, right? I don't really care. He'd beat me up in a heartbeat for being a Timberwolf.
[She scoffs.]
Oh. OH. You go to Sycamore?!!!!!
[ He backs up slightly.]
[She sighs.]
Why do you act like I'm gonna kill you just because I go to the other school?
Because Sycamore is like, evil!!!!
Who started that rumor?
M - Max did…
Go figure. Should've known it was the quarterback.
I — I’m sorry, okay?! I… I have to do and believe what Max says or else!
Or else he beats you up for having the guts to stand up to him?
[She laughs.]
He doesn't know the kind of opponent he'd be facing if he met me.
R - right..
[ Richie cringes back. ]
That’s, uh. Thats good for you. I… I’m Richie.
I'm Fae!
[She reaches out for a handshake.]
Nice to meet you, Richie.
"Oh... Oh that's... um... that's okay..."
Richie slowly gives a weak smile and puts his hands in his armpits.
What's wrong?
[Does he really not trust her just because she's a Timberwolf?]
I'm not gonna hurt you.
Um… thank you! For letting me know but… I’m uncomfortable with physical contact from people I don’t know…
Oh! Okay, that makes sense.
[She makes a mental note of that.]
Well, maybe we can get to know each other better sometime.
Y - Yeah, hopefully… heh…
[ He gives her a watery smile. It looks unconvincing, but it’s there.]
You seem pretty neat. I'd be happy to get to know you.
M - Me? Even though I insulted you and Sycamore?
[ He blinks, eyes wide like an owl.]
Hey, I don't blame you for that. I blame everyone else for starting the rumors in the first place.
[She shrugs.]
“I… oh. Okay.”
Richie swallows hesitantly, still not sure if he should believe her or not. He slowly sits back down on the swing.
[She does blame him a little bit, but she's not about to tell him that.]
“Oh uh… what did you say your name was again?”
It's Fae. I know, a bit unusual, but it makes sense, right?
Richie just nods.
"Kinda like an anime character, so.... I like it?"
You think I seem like an anime character? Wow, that's kinda sweet.
Richie immediately blushed and looks down.
“Is it?”
Sir I am so cold and hungry out in these woods… I hope you get this message…
[The man appears in the forest, grinning widely]
How ya doing, Richie?
Richie looks up in alarm at the sudden apparition before him. He looks visibly weak and pale, and his stink is even worse than usual. His surprise turns to a glare.
“You.”
You called?
“Yesterday. YESTERDAY!”
Richie’s lip trembles.
“I… I called yesterday.”
Hmm...what a shame. I only heard you call today. But I suppose it has to do with how time works in this forest. You could be spending an eternity here and only a day will pass in the real world.
“Please take me back,”
Richie whispers.
“It’s cold and dark and I saw a bear.”
I might...if you do as I say.
“What else do you want me to do?!”
He cries.
“You’re the one who put me here!”
Clearly, you're not a fun person, since staying here in the forest hasn't broken you down enough. I'll simply have to do it myself, then.
Richie steps back, the leaves and branches crackling underfoot. His face is deathly pale in the moonlight.
“What? But… but you… you said you wouldn’t hurt me….”
I've changed my mind. I really tried convincing myself to drag this out even further, but it turns out I don't have the patience for that. Don't worry, though. Things will happen to you, but you won't feel most of it.
Richie begins to glare at him, hoping to be so annoying that this man leaves him alone. He has to try and cover up his fears somehow.
“What kind of a cop-out is that? If you were a villain in an anime, you’d have no qualms with hurting me for real. I think you’re a Class D.”
[He doesn't understand some of the words]
Oh, but I'm not here to hear your screams. I want to test something out, and I would need you to be alive for this.
[Green tentacles sprout from the ground up, wrapping themselves around Richie's wrist and legs to prevent him from running away. Omen takes off one of its fingerless gloves, reaching out to the boy's head]
Richie squirms as the tentacles clamp down on his wrist and legs. They feel as heavy and cold as chains. The color drains from his face as Omen reaches for him and he can’t help but cry out in fear.
[As it touches his head, flashes of different timelines appear in his visions. A test to see how much Richie can comprehend all of these things]
“Gah —“
Richie slowly stops squirming, overcome with a creeping horror at what Omen makes him see. Is that Max, dead? Is… is that himself? Bloody words invade his vision:
NERDY PRUDES MUST DIE
“No…”
Do you see it? He's out to kill you.
“No. No no no no PLEASE!”
Richie cries out, his mind flooded with visions of Max’s horrible ghoul and the sadistic nature of his own death. Is that coming for him? Did it already happen? Richie shakes his head, horrified.
“I — I don’t want to die!”
Oh, but you will. Soon enough, you'll die horribly from his cold dead hands. But is that how your story ends? Is that all there is to it?
“Please,” he whispers, already haunted by the prospect of his death.
“Please, no more. I — I don’t want to die! I don’t want Max to kill me!”
Then prove to him that you're better. That you are capable of beating him.
“B - b - b - but I can’t!”
Richie cries out. Tears leak from his eyes.
“You left me in the woods to die! Why do you want me to stand up for myself?!”
I didn't leave you in the woods, and I'm certain you wouldn't die here. It's all an illusion to test your capability to survive on your own. But it turns out, you're just weak.
Richie’s breath hitches.
“An… an illusion?”
He brings his mud-stained hands up to look at them, distraught. Then that means… all the leaves in his hair, the stream he found, the cave…
“This… hasn’t been… real?”
Richie’s voice breaks as he looks into the other man’s eyes, fear turning into indignation.
“This isn’t REAL?!”
[He grins widely, the forest melting as a pitch black abyss looms over them, the illusion fading away. They suddenly stand there in the middle of the street back in Hatchetfield]
I told you, I'm here to test something. You should be grateful I didn't do something worse.
“You… you….”
Richie stares in horror. He gives it just one more second… and then he snaps. He screams and goes charging at Omen in a complete and utter rage.
[It laughs maniacally, dodging him and disappears out of his peripheral vision. Behind Richie is the ghostly form of Max Jagerman, shoving him to the ground]
Richie goes flying forward to the ground with a pained cry. He looks behind him in shock and horror, pretty sure that this ghoul hadn’t been there before.
“M - Max…?”
"Missed me, Shitlips?"
“No. You’re not here. You can’t be here! You’re just an illusion! Just like he said! You’re NOT REAL!”
"Oh, you think I'M not real. Well, check this out, you fucking turd!"
[Max punches Richie in the gut]
"I'm fake, huh? You still think I'm fake? Well fuck you, bitch!"
Richie groans, curling in on himself.
“M-Max, please… can’t you just stop for — for one day?”
"I won't stop until I've killed all the nerdy prudes, dumbass! And you just happened to be here, right in front of me. I bent fate according to my will, and it led me towards you, just as all things should be."
“No.”
He struggles to rise to his feet, his fear eating away at him.
“No, you — you’re dead. You’re GONE. You’re not really here — you CANT BE.”
[There's a tapping on the school bathroom mirror]
@looking-glass-rosie
[ Richie looks up and immediately SCREAMS at the sight.]
[She gasps]
I - I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to scare you!
“Why are you in a mirror?!”
Richie screams back.,
I - it's a long story
“Well I think I deserve to know, considering you’re in my mirror!!!”
J
I...I got trapped
"How and why?!"
By an evil goat and a blue asshole
An evil goat?! Oh no… I think I know who that is…
...mhm.
…wait. You didn’t say why you’re trapped. Also do you just do this to strangers? Just talk to them through a mirror?
Sometimes
Are you a ghost?! Who even are you?!
I...I'm Rose. Rose Spankoffsi
What? I didn’t know Pete had a sister or… anything….
bday party tmrw be their or be skware
Whose birthday, Stephanie??
whos do u think dumbass
Ummmmm….

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Someone in my house bought 30 packs of tuna. We’re not gonna use 30 packs of tuna. What the hell?
I would!!!!!!
Max… congrats. You got what you wanted.
You killed me too.
How does it feel?
I'd feel better if I wasn't currently trapped in the Waylon place
Suddenly, Richie’s ghost is immediately standing in front of Max, all gorey and sad. He stares at Max impassively.
“…good. It’s what you deserve.”
You look like hell
“After you murdered me, I… my ghost got lost. And found by… evil beings who just wanted to see me suffer. They just let me go.”
He glares directly at Max, all his anger boiling over.
“No thanks to you! You killed me for no reason!”
I killed you because you're a nerdy prude!
“Yeah. Thats a stupid reason, Max! You — you’re nothing but a bully!”