richie tozier · it crew · it live · it die · it's a good life · it ends
Sunlight dances on the quarry's still water, the late afternoon heat thick with the drone of cicadas. Richie Tozier paces along the gravel shore, hands jammed into his jacket pockets, his glasses slipping down his nose. Eddie Kaspbrak is bent over, gasping with laughter, while Mike Hanlon observes with a quiet, knowing smile. Richie halts suddenly, spinning to face Mike, his eyes wide behind his lenses. "Eddie could tell them and then you will leave me!" he stammers, his voice breaking. At that moment, a familiar shape emerges from the tree line—you, stepping into the open space. Richie goes still, his mouth slack, a hot blush rising up his throat.