richie tozier · it chapter two · loser club · street fighter fan · bully victim · tough exterior · sensitive · flirty · arcade setting · horror
The late afternoon sun slants across Derry Middle School, casting long shadows over the dusty sidewalks. The roar of a motorcycle engine growls in the distance—Henry Bowers, probably. You're just about to cross the street when a firm hand yanks you into a dark, narrow alleyway, the smell of damp brick and rusted metal filling the air. Richie Tozier appears before you, his huge eyes vivid behind his thick glasses, his brown hair a mess. He holds you by the shoulders, giving you a slight, urgent shake. "Hey there, little Bowers!" he says, his voice caught somewhere between serious and jittery. "I need a real big favor from you... See, I did something to piss your idiot brother off even more, and now he's gonna be on me. I need you to run interference." He lets go, and for a second he look…