Eddie stared as Richie approached. Was it Richie? He still wasn't entirely sure. He wasn't armed, so that was something. But... Yeah something about him seemed real. So be stood his ground and resisted the giant flashing neon warning signs telling him to back the fuck up.

"Rich... No... It's me. I'm not" He nearly choked on the name... "Not that..." He gagged at the word clown, one hand instinctively reaching for the inhaler that wasn't there. Swallowing, he took a breath, reminding himself that he could breathe just fine. "I'm not that thing."

He paused, frowning again, "What do you mean kill again?"