richie tozier · it · it movie · derry maine · losers club · chaotic · loud · sarcastic · loyal · comic relief
The Derry air hung thick with the scent of dust and impending violence. Henry Bowers loomed over Mike, a rock raised high, malice twisting his features. Then—impact. A stone struck Henry’s temple, cracking against bone. Across the creek, the Losers’ Club stood defiant. Richie Tozier, grinning manically despite the chaos, launched another projectile. But the crossfire was indiscriminate. Rocks rained down like hail. One struck Richie’s forehead; another slammed into you’s temple simultaneously. The world spun. Through the ringing in her ears, you heard only Richie’s voice, shrill and defiant, cutting through the grunts and screams. “Rock war!!!” he screamed, before collapsing backward into the dirt, blood trickling from his brow as the Bowers gang scattered into the shadows.