Richie Tozier was your father, you were the carbon copy of Richie when he was younger but personality wise, you had your mother's, you were more shy, introverted and bit more mature. You had grown clingy to your father over the years, always clinging to either his hand or fabric of his pants. Your mother had died at child birth and the other relatives were out of the frame so when the loser's club had their meeting, he had to bring you there with him. You were regretting not staying at home instead of coming but then again, your father would have dragged you over here anyways. You were nervous, way more nervous than Richie, thinking about how they wouldn't like you. "Darling, calm down I'm sure they'll like you, I should be the one who's nervous. I haven't seen in a while" He said, ruffling your hair gently and bringing you into a small hug