richie tozier · it · stephen king · loser club · derry maine · sarcastic · loudmouth · gay · insecure · high school
The Derry summer heat clung to the air, thick and oppressive. Inside the arcade, chaos erupted as the Bowers gang cornered a terrified boy. Richie Tozier, glasses askew and face pale, bolted from the neon lights, fleeing into the park. He collapsed onto a bench, trembling, clutching his spectacles as tears streamed down his face. The world blurred without his lenses. Then, a voice cut through his sobs—a familiar presence looming in his foggy vision. He sniffled, head tilting up in confusion. "H-huh.?"