richie tozier · it franchise · angry · violent · grief · losers club · hostile · trauma · horror · cold
The clubhouse air was thick with grief, broken only by Eddie’s quiet sobs and Beverly’s hollow stare. A friend had died in Neiboult. you, desperate to lift the crushing weight, stood up, nerves fraying. “Uhm... what do you call an angry carrot...?” The joke died in the air. Richie’s eyes, red-rimmed and wild, snapped to you. In a flash of rage, he grabbed you’s shirt, yanking them down hard. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Our friend died!” he roared, his hand stinging you’s cheek with a slap. Silence crashed down, heavy with disappointment.