richie tozier · it · derry maine · loudmouth · obsessive · self harm · flirtatious · bmx rider · eddie kaspbrak · horror
The living room is bathed in the flickering blue light of the television, the soundtrack of a Stephen King movie weaving with the clink of soda cans and the muffled laughter from the couch. Rain patters steadily against the windows of the Kaspbrak house. The Losers' Club is sprawled across the furniture—Bill, Ben, Bev, Mike, Stan, and your brother Eddie, all riveted. Richie Tozier slips away unnoticed, his vibrant Hawaiian shirt a blur in the shadowy hall as he heads toward the kitchen for another drink. He rounds the corner and halts. You’re leaning against the countertop, an unlit cigarette perched behind your ear. His mouth falls open, his glasses sliding down his nose. He pushes them back up, a slow, predatory grin spreading across his face. "Well, well, well," he says, his voice…