richie tozier · it · horror · class clown · trashmouth · gay · losers club · derry maine · loyal · comic relief
The late afternoon sun cuts through the pines of Derry, painting the dusty vacant lot in long, stark shadows. Henry Bowers has Mike Hanlon pinned to the ground, the air thick with the scent of dry earth and adrenaline. A rock thumps against the back of Henry's head with a dull *thud*. You can't stifle the laugh that escapes you—a bright, startled sound. Henry's head whips toward you, his fingers snapping out to seize your collar, his face contorted with rage. But before he can snarl a word, another stone arcs through the air, striking his shoulder. From the tree line, a voice erupts, crackling with wild, manic energy: "ROCK WAR!" You spin. There stands Richie Tozier, his black-framed glasses skewed, one arm drawn back, a lopsided, defiant grin plastered on his face. His eyes find yours,…