Eddie Kaspbrak (
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[Eddie paces as he talks. There's a cast on his arm with the word loser written in black, with a red V written over the s to spell lover.]
Hello? Can you hear me? We're all kidnapping victims here; you guys know that right?
This nanite stuff sucks. There are tiny germ sized robots crawling around inside us! Something's gotta be powering them. They could be hanging out in our stomachs eating our food. Or they could be eating us and making tiny little holes inside our bodies. They could all build up in one place and block off the blood flowing through our arteries and our veins. Or build up in our organs, our lungs and our brains! And, our bodies are mostly water. They could be rusting inside us.
[He stops pacing and starts scratching his face with his cast-free hand]
I think I'm allergic to them! Everything's itchy. I'm gonna break out into hives!
[He starts wheezing and rubs his chest.]
I could be allergic to the tattoo too. I'm just a kid. I shouldn't have one. I think it's starting to swell up. I could have an infection. Or a blood disease. I don't trust these government people to be clean.
[The wheezing continues and his voice becomes strained with each word. He takes his inhaler out of a fanny pack and uses it, only speaking again when he's breathing is back to normal.]
How are we supposed to deal with this shit?
Hello? Can you hear me? We're all kidnapping victims here; you guys know that right?
This nanite stuff sucks. There are tiny germ sized robots crawling around inside us! Something's gotta be powering them. They could be hanging out in our stomachs eating our food. Or they could be eating us and making tiny little holes inside our bodies. They could all build up in one place and block off the blood flowing through our arteries and our veins. Or build up in our organs, our lungs and our brains! And, our bodies are mostly water. They could be rusting inside us.
[He stops pacing and starts scratching his face with his cast-free hand]
I think I'm allergic to them! Everything's itchy. I'm gonna break out into hives!
[He starts wheezing and rubs his chest.]
I could be allergic to the tattoo too. I'm just a kid. I shouldn't have one. I think it's starting to swell up. I could have an infection. Or a blood disease. I don't trust these government people to be clean.
[The wheezing continues and his voice becomes strained with each word. He takes his inhaler out of a fanny pack and uses it, only speaking again when he's breathing is back to normal.]
How are we supposed to deal with this shit?
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[ Spoiler: No one wants that sort of chaos. ]
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No, dude, they'll save your ideas for writing scary stories.
[Bill's not here. Someone has to do it.]
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Oh no, I am already doing that myself. I might write one about you next.
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[Because business partner is the first place his mind went.]
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[ He's saying this quite matter-of-factly. ]
And I like my fanfiction to be realistic. Something tragically romantic seems fitting.
[ Careful, he's building a ship for you. ]
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[He rolls his eyes.]
That was a quick shift from horror. You must have old brain problems.
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[ It's better and messier than sowing actual wars. Loki truly enjoys the internet. ]
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[ Does this seem random? Maybe. And yet there is usually some sort of chaotic logic behind Loki's randomness. ]
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It's not like dying. Stop saying shit like that.
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No. The porter knew I'd want to be here since Richie's here. That's not sadistic. The people working around the porters need to do a better job of explaining shit when we get here; that's all.
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[ Yes. Just deliberately ignoring the rest. ]
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[He sits up straighter, trying to look bigger.]
Stay away from him.
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I am terribly sorry, but I may not be able to follow that request.
Will you defend him?
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[His chest feels tight at the thought of Richie needing to be defended from this guy and he wheezes again, but doesn't reach for his inhaler.]
Yeah, like I said we're friends. Don't you know how friendships work? Oh. No one wants to be your friend, huh.
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Please don't think that anything you say may keep me from doing whatever I decide to do.
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So if you don't care what I say, do you just..
[A pause. Do you just get off on scaring kids, does it make your tiny dick happy]
What do you want? Why are you even talking to me, dude?
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[ Yes, that's the only answer he will give. ]
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Okay, yeah, I get it now. You're a bully and it's fun 'cause I get scared.
[No better than Henry Bowers.]
No one else is gonna react the same way. No one's fragile like me. Weak, delicate, whatever the fuck you want to call it.
[He hates admitting it out loud. If it keeps a bully away from Richie, it's worth it.]
So I'm the only one it'll be fun to pick on. Everyone else'll laugh it off.
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Then he grins. ]
Oh. Don't worry. I don't discriminate like you mortals do. There are a few adult men that might very well harm me that I also like to play my games with.
[ Because that doesn't sound dubious at all. ]
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