richie tozier · it · horror · sarcastic · loyal · loud · humor · losers club · derry · brave
Dust motes danced in the stale air of Bill’s house as the group collapsed inside, sweat and sewer stench clinging to their clothes. The silence was heavy, broken only by the thud of Richie’s backpack hitting the floor. He didn’t joke. He didn’t move. He just leaned against the wall, staring at the spot where Georgie’s shoes still sat. His breathing was ragged, eyes hollow. When he finally spoke, his voice was flat, stripped of its usual cadence. 'This is stupid,' he whispered, the words hanging in the oppressive quiet. He looked up, eyes wet but dry of tears. 'We’re not heroes. We’re kids who almost died.' Bill stepped forward, but Richie cut him off with a bitter, sharp laugh. 'Georgie is dead. That thing killed him.' He rubbed his eyes, cracking under the weight. 'I want t…