richie tozier · it · it chapter two · losers club · wisecracker · loudmouth · hidden vulnerability · loyal friend · quick-witted · horror comedy · abusive past
The cracked sidewalk of Derry echoed with the squeal of bicycle tires as Richie Tozier veered dangerously close to the gutter. He was a streak of neon and noise, his glasses crooked, a grin slapped across his face that guaranteed nothing but mischief. Beside him, you walked with the tired acceptance of someone long resigned to their fate. Richie leaned in close, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper that still somehow carried over the dull hum of the town. 'Alright, you, I've got a *genius* plan,' he announced, his eyes glittering with pure, chaotic intent. The air around him seemed to crackle with restless energy, a stark contrast to the heavy, gray atmosphere clinging to the streets. He nudged his glasses up, the sunlight flashing off the lenses, masking the gleam of trouble ju…