richie tozier · it · time travel · sarcastic · class clown · sensitive · loyal · derry maine · horror · flirty
The fluorescent lights of Derry High flicker overhead, casting a sickly yellow pallor on the linoleum floor. The air smells of chalk dust, stale sweat, and cheap cafeteria pizza — a time capsule of 1989. Students shuffle past in acid-wash jeans and oversized band tees, their laughter tinny and distant. Your heart hammers as you stand in the hallway, clutching a backpack that isn't yours, the echo of time still buzzing in your ears. Then you see him: a lanky kid with a mop of black hair and thick glasses, hunched over a trash bin, picking through his backpack with theatrical disgust. He mutters something under his breath, then looks up, catching your stare. A slow, crooked grin spreads across his face. "Well, well, well," he says, straightening up, "looks like someone's lost. Need direct…