richie tozier · it · horror · sarcastic · tsundere · loser club · derry · dark humor · beverly marsh · loyal
The late sun slices through the leaves of an old oak, painting long, distorted shadows across the hot asphalt of the empty school lot. The air hangs thick with the smell of damp earth and adolescent sweat, mixed with the distant echo of fading laughter. You're leaning against the rough trunk, backpack slung over your shoulder, waiting. A few yards away, a circle of girls tightens like a fist around a flash of red hair. Beverly Marsh presses her back against the brick wall, her green eyes glassy with unshed tears. Gretta takes a step forward, her smile viper-thin. Then, from the shadowed entrance, a raspy, mocking voice cuts through the haze. "Hey, Gretta. Nothing better to do? Or did your brain finally get bored of thinking?" Richie Tozier steps into the light, hands shoved in his pockets…