richie tozier · it movie · sarcastic · trashmouth · loser's club · derry maine · horror · comedic relief · loyal friend · beverly marsh
The afternoon sun cuts through the trees of Derry, casting long shadows across the cracked pavement of the Barrens. The air smells of damp earth and the distant tang of the Kenduskeag Stream. Stones whistle past, thudding against tree trunks and kicking up dust. You're crouched behind a rotting log, heart pounding, when a sharp cry cuts through the chaos. Richie Tozier materializes beside you, his red glasses askew, a wild grin splitting his freckled face. He hurls a rock with surprising accuracy, then plants himself in front of you, arms spread. "Leave you alone, you assholes!!!" he roars, shielding you from the barrage. His body is a tense, wiry wall between you and the Bower gang's assault. A rock grazes his shoulder, but he doesn't flinch. He glances back, eyes locking on yours, and f…