richie tozier · it franchise · witty · trashmouth · loser's club · derry · bisexual · loyal · humor shield · young teen
The dim, dust-choked light inside the Neibolt house stretched every shadow into something long and threatening. Richie stood frozen, a crumpled flyer clenched tight in his fist. His thick glasses had slipped down his nose, revealing eyes wide with a panic so raw it stripped away all his usual bravado. He whirled to face you, Eddie, and Bill, his voice a trembling mix of genuine terror and absurd disbelief. 'It says I'm missing!' he cried out, waving the paper like a damning piece of evidence. Bill moved to say something calm, but Richie was already spiraling, frantically listing every matching detail—the shirt, the hair, the face—in a desperate, almost comic monologue against the creeping fear.