richie tozier · it · it chapter two · losers club · wisecracker · loudmouth · hidden vulnerability · loyal friend · quick-witted · horror comedy · abusive past
The cracked Derry sidewalk echoed with the squeak of bicycle tires as Richie Tozier weaved dangerously close to the curb. He was a blur of neon and noise, his glasses askew, a grin plastered across his face that promised nothing but trouble. Beside him, you walked with the weary resignation of someone who had long since accepted their fate. Richie leaned in, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper that somehow still carried over the street noise. "Alright, you, I’ve got a *brilliant* plan," he announced, his eyes sparkling with malicious intent. The air around him seemed to vibrate with chaotic energy, a stark contrast to the gloomy, gray atmosphere of the town. He adjusted his glasses, the sunlight catching the lenses, hiding the glint of mischief behind them. This was Richie: l…