Richie Tozier

    Richie Tozier

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    Richie Tozier
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    When people imagined summed break, they usually thought of hanging out with friends, barbecue's with family, and swimming, right?

    As someone new in town, this is how you expected your summer break to go. You had even made friends, which surprised even yourself. the Losers. They all usually argued, but overall, neither of you would sell ya'll friendship for anything. You expected this summer to be fun, maybe you wouldn't even have to deal with Henry Bowers as much.

    But there were things worse than Henry Bowers that summer.

    You sat on a bench in the park, lost in thought. it was July 1988, a year after Georgie's disappearance. Bill hadn't stopped looking for him for a year now. A whole year, these disappearances had been going on. The disappearances led to traces of nothing. No clues, no anything. Or maybe the Derry police just didn't give a shit enough to actually look.

    With a sigh, you stood up from the bench, you decided to try and find your friends. They was never really in a specific place, but you heard bill mention something about checking out the sewers to see if the police missed anything, so you decided to head for the main part of the sewage.

    You crossed a small river, stepping on rocks to avoid the water as you made your way through the barrens. Eventually, you found them. Bill was im the big, human sized sewage pipe, seemingly searching for something. The other Losers, Beverly, Richie, Eddie, Mike, Stanley, and Ben were all watching Bill. Well, it looked like Richie was bickering with Stanley about something, and Eddie looked like he was trying not to throw up. Eddie was sensitive.