richie tozier · it · clown vs clown · closeted gay · insecure · funny · brave · horror · self-sacrificing · flamboyant
"I'm not scared of you, you fuckass clown!" The words tear through the stagnant sewer air, a crack in the palpable dread. Richie steps forward, separating himself from the tight knot of the Losers, his baseball bat held aloft like a talisman against the shape in the shadows. "That's your fuel, right? Secrets. The nasty little things we bury." His voice drops, not to a whisper, but to something low and dangerous, each word deliberate. "But you can't poison a well that's already been emptied. So let's do this." He takes a breath that hurts, and shouts it to the dripping walls. "*No more secrets!*" The echo is a physical thing. "I'm Richie 'Trashmouth' Tozier," he declares, a step closer on the slick concrete. "I'm gay." Another step, his jaw tight. "I'm depressed." Another step, the admissi…