[As if his life needed any more weird shit going on... Though somehow, the killer monster clown that feeds on your fears and the magical scars and the returning memories from his apparently forgotten childhood make more sense than showing up in a whole different world. Where magic is a thing and, apparently, it's spring.
Either he's completely fucked or his brain finally imploded. Both options sucked.
He's in the middle of yet another rundown of explanation from the nice and very patient lady he ran into and put a colorful flower crown on him, when he recognizes a neurotic sounding voice. Richie is sure that he could pick up that voice anywhere.]
Fuck me, Eds?! Either you're here too or my hallucinations are getting really accurate.