Roleplay Blog

Secondary roleplay blog for IT, IANOWT, Gotham, & more original & canon characters

[itsrptime]

Welcome to my roleplay blog!

Down below are the original and canon characters I will roleplay from different fandoms, most of these will also be AU's and my personal interpretation of them:

IT chapter 1 & 2

Richie Tozier (canon character)

Beverly Marsh (canon character)

Patty Blum (canon character)

IT next generation

Edith Tozier (original character)

Valerie Hanscom (original character)

Gotham

Selina Kyle (canon character)

Ivy Pepper (canon character)

Leo Jones (original character)

Miscellaneous

Lorna Dane (canon character, The Gifted/Marvel)

Stanley Barber (canon character, IANOWT)

Freddy Freeman (canon character, Shazam!/DC)

Alexei Levitsky (original character, Shazam!/DC)

If you'd like to roleplay with any of these characters, please shoot me a message and we can plot! I am willing to rp with anyone from any fandom, including ones that are not listed here! I'm still figuring out how roleplaying works on Tumblr, so this should be fun!

[itsrptime]

(Sarab @illustrious-illusionist for Katrina!)

“So. You got your reward and you're just leaving, then?”

"Exactly. What, did you actually think I was going to stay? I got what I needed, now I'm done. Good luck, Sarab."

[almajara]

"Why don't you come with us," Sarab asked. "You're pretty good in a fight. We could use you."

[itsrptime]

“Seriously?” Katrina asked while raising an eyebrow. “You’re right. I’m damn good at a fight. But I only fight for whoever pays me the most.”

[almajara]

Sarab frowned, "Come on. Take a look around. You know what we're up against. We could use a fighter like you. You're turning your back on us." She frowned. "On me," she said softly.

[itsrptime]

Katrina swallowed thickly before raising her head defiantly. “I want no part of this oncoming war. I have people I need to protect too, I’m not going to risk this. I’d say that I’m sorry, but…you knew what you signed up for when decided to get me reeled into this.”

[almajara]

Katrina was right. Sarab did know what she was getting into, but she had grown to see Katrina as a friend and hoped that she would have a change of heart.

Now she knew that would never happen.

"All right, well, take care of yourself, Kat," she said bitterly. "I guess that's what you're best at, isn't it?" She turned around and began to walk away.

[itsrptime]

Katrina always get her walls up. It was the only way to keep her safe in a world that wanted to kill her. She did grow to care for Sarab, but this was too big of a risk. She had a little brother to protect, the biggest secret she ever kept. No one knew about him, not even Sarab. And Katrina knows that she should just let Sarab leave and fight on her own.

But her feelings were once again getting in the way.

Katrina growled under her breath before whirling around. “I have a brother!” She shouted. “I don’t just care for myself, I have to care for him. That’s why I won’t join this.”

[almajara]

Sarab stopped in her tracks.

A brother. Katrina had a brother.

Sarab had a brother, too. A younger one who relied on her to take care of him.

Katrina was not selfish. With everything that she had learned about Katrina and now this, she knew Katrina's true colors. This revelation confirmed it. Turning around to face Katrina slowly, Sarab wore a much different expression than before. One that was soft and understanding. "You're trying to protect your brother," she asked, all anger gone from her voice.

[itsrptime]

Katrina hated showing her emotions. Letting herself be vulnerable was something that was completely off the table. Her brother was the only one that got to see who she truly was. And, she supposed, maybe even Sarab saw that side too.

“I have to protect him,” Katrina replied, looking away because seeing Sarab look at as if the catlike mutant was so soft was nauseating to her, “he’s ten. I’ve been taking care of him for four years.”

A fond smile grew on her face as she remembered her brother, Martine, and how he was waiting for her back at the abandoned building they call a home. “He’s all I have. I’m all he has. I need to make sure to keep all of my lives and keep him safe.”

[almajara]

Sarab noticed the change in Katrina's demeanor. She could hear the vulnerability in the cat-like mutant's voice. She understood where Katrina was coming from. Sarab was in the exact same position. "My brother is ten as well," she said softly. "We were separated from our parents several years ago. All that I want is to protect him." She chuckled sadly, "Only...I don't have nine lives. I only have one." Sarab and her brother had lived on the run for so long until they were rescued by the X-Men. At least they had somewhere to go. Katrina and her brother had nowhere to go.

Unless they decided to stay the X-Men facility.

[itsrptime]

Katrina still didn’t look at Sarab, smiling a little bit when Sarab mentioned her own brother. “Maybe we can set up a play date with them.” She joked lightly, wanting to ease whatever tension and vulnerability that was still going on between them.

Katrina had been alone for so long. It wasn’t until her mother came back, used and manipulated her, before leaving the teenager alone with a child to take care of. But she loved her brother. She would do everything she could to take care of him.

“I get what you guys are doing. Fighting for the greater good or whatever,” she waved her hand nonchalantly, “but I can’t risk it. Nothing can happen to Martine. I would burn down the world if it meant that it would keep him safe.” She said strongly, meaning what she said.

Then again, Katrina was never a good person. She was morally gray and always would be. The good person belonged to her brother.

[almajara]

Sarab smiled sadly. The idea of their brothers playing together was wonderful. The little boys being friends without fear of being hunted for who they were. She only wished that Katrina could see the positive side of things instead of running away from all the bad.

"I would do the same for my brother," Sarab said. "That's why I'm here. So that he can be safe. So that Martine can be safe. So that we can all be safe and happy. Running away won't solve anything. We can be sitting ducks and wait to be killed, keep running around in circles, or actually stand up and fight. I spent my entire life running. I don't have the luxury of running anymore, nor can I stay in one place without looking over my shoulder all the time. The only choice that I have is to fight."

She walked towards her cat-like friend and put her hand on her shoulder. "Running away and pushing people away won't solve anything," she said. "It's your decision whether you stay or not, but I've been in your shoes, and trust me when I say that no matter how far you run, it's never far enough." She smiled sympathetically, a hint of sadness in her eyes. "I wish you and your brother all the best, Kat," she said. "Hazim does, too." She smiled wider after mentioning her brother and waved slightly, turning around to leave.

[itsrptime]

Katrina knew that her brother would never grow up with a normal childhood. They were both on the streets, they both stole to survive, she taught him how to use a switchblade and to play the role of a scared kid to trick someone and steal their wallets. They have been running their entire lives. It was exhausting, but it was how they stayed alive.

"Running and pushing people away is how I've mostly stayed alive this long." Katrina told Sarab seriously. When the other girl touched her shoulder, it took everything in the catlike teenager to not pull away. She didn't always like to be touched, but this time she just stiffened and then allowed the touch.

Once again, she didn't move when Sarab turned to leave. Katrina didn't have faith that the resistance could actually keep her and her little brother safe. But if there was a slight chance that it was possible...she should take it, right? "I'm not saying that I'll help you...but do you promise that Martine will be safe? If-if we join this stupid little team?"

[itsrptime]

(Sarab @illustrious-illusionist for Katrina!)

“So. You got your reward and you're just leaving, then?”

"Exactly. What, did you actually think I was going to stay? I got what I needed, now I'm done. Good luck, Sarab."

[almajara]

"Why don't you come with us," Sarab asked. "You're pretty good in a fight. We could use you."

[itsrptime]

“Seriously?” Katrina asked while raising an eyebrow. “You’re right. I’m damn good at a fight. But I only fight for whoever pays me the most.”

[almajara]

Sarab frowned, "Come on. Take a look around. You know what we're up against. We could use a fighter like you. You're turning your back on us." She frowned. "On me," she said softly.

[itsrptime]

Katrina swallowed thickly before raising her head defiantly. “I want no part of this oncoming war. I have people I need to protect too, I’m not going to risk this. I’d say that I’m sorry, but…you knew what you signed up for when decided to get me reeled into this.”

[almajara]

Katrina was right. Sarab did know what she was getting into, but she had grown to see Katrina as a friend and hoped that she would have a change of heart.

Now she knew that would never happen.

"All right, well, take care of yourself, Kat," she said bitterly. "I guess that's what you're best at, isn't it?" She turned around and began to walk away.

[itsrptime]

Katrina always get her walls up. It was the only way to keep her safe in a world that wanted to kill her. She did grow to care for Sarab, but this was too big of a risk. She had a little brother to protect, the biggest secret she ever kept. No one knew about him, not even Sarab. And Katrina knows that she should just let Sarab leave and fight on her own.

But her feelings were once again getting in the way.

Katrina growled under her breath before whirling around. “I have a brother!” She shouted. “I don’t just care for myself, I have to care for him. That’s why I won’t join this.”

[almajara]

Sarab stopped in her tracks.

A brother. Katrina had a brother.

Sarab had a brother, too. A younger one who relied on her to take care of him.

Katrina was not selfish. With everything that she had learned about Katrina and now this, she knew Katrina's true colors. This revelation confirmed it. Turning around to face Katrina slowly, Sarab wore a much different expression than before. One that was soft and understanding. "You're trying to protect your brother," she asked, all anger gone from her voice.

[itsrptime]

Katrina hated showing her emotions. Letting herself be vulnerable was something that was completely off the table. Her brother was the only one that got to see who she truly was. And, she supposed, maybe even Sarab saw that side too.

“I have to protect him,” Katrina replied, looking away because seeing Sarab look at as if the catlike mutant was so soft was nauseating to her, “he’s ten. I’ve been taking care of him for four years.”

A fond smile grew on her face as she remembered her brother, Martine, and how he was waiting for her back at the abandoned building they call a home. “He’s all I have. I’m all he has. I need to make sure to keep all of my lives and keep him safe.”

[almajara]

Sarab noticed the change in Katrina's demeanor. She could hear the vulnerability in the cat-like mutant's voice. She understood where Katrina was coming from. Sarab was in the exact same position. "My brother is ten as well," she said softly. "We were separated from our parents several years ago. All that I want is to protect him." She chuckled sadly, "Only...I don't have nine lives. I only have one." Sarab and her brother had lived on the run for so long until they were rescued by the X-Men. At least they had somewhere to go. Katrina and her brother had nowhere to go.

Unless they decided to stay the X-Men facility.

[itsrptime]

Katrina still didn’t look at Sarab, smiling a little bit when Sarab mentioned her own brother. “Maybe we can set up a play date with them.” She joked lightly, wanting to ease whatever tension and vulnerability that was still going on between them.

Katrina had been alone for so long. It wasn’t until her mother came back, used and manipulated her, before leaving the teenager alone with a child to take care of. But she loved her brother. She would do everything she could to take care of him.

“I get what you guys are doing. Fighting for the greater good or whatever,” she waved her hand nonchalantly, “but I can’t risk it. Nothing can happen to Martine. I would burn down the world if it meant that it would keep him safe.” She said strongly, meaning what she said.

Then again, Katrina was never a good person. She was morally gray and always would be. The good person belonged to her brother.

[itsrptime]

(Sarab @illustrious-illusionist for Katrina!)

“So. You got your reward and you're just leaving, then?”

"Exactly. What, did you actually think I was going to stay? I got what I needed, now I'm done. Good luck, Sarab."

[almajara]

"Why don't you come with us," Sarab asked. "You're pretty good in a fight. We could use you."

[itsrptime]

“Seriously?” Katrina asked while raising an eyebrow. “You’re right. I’m damn good at a fight. But I only fight for whoever pays me the most.”

[almajara]

Sarab frowned, "Come on. Take a look around. You know what we're up against. We could use a fighter like you. You're turning your back on us." She frowned. "On me," she said softly.

[itsrptime]

Katrina swallowed thickly before raising her head defiantly. “I want no part of this oncoming war. I have people I need to protect too, I’m not going to risk this. I’d say that I’m sorry, but…you knew what you signed up for when decided to get me reeled into this.”

[almajara]

Katrina was right. Sarab did know what she was getting into, but she had grown to see Katrina as a friend and hoped that she would have a change of heart.

Now she knew that would never happen.

"All right, well, take care of yourself, Kat," she said bitterly. "I guess that's what you're best at, isn't it?" She turned around and began to walk away.

[itsrptime]

Katrina always get her walls up. It was the only way to keep her safe in a world that wanted to kill her. She did grow to care for Sarab, but this was too big of a risk. She had a little brother to protect, the biggest secret she ever kept. No one knew about him, not even Sarab. And Katrina knows that she should just let Sarab leave and fight on her own.

But her feelings were once again getting in the way.

Katrina growled under her breath before whirling around. “I have a brother!” She shouted. “I don’t just care for myself, I have to care for him. That’s why I won’t join this.”

[almajara]

Sarab stopped in her tracks.

A brother. Katrina had a brother.

Sarab had a brother, too. A younger one who relied on her to take care of him.

Katrina was not selfish. With everything that she had learned about Katrina and now this, she knew Katrina's true colors. This revelation confirmed it. Turning around to face Katrina slowly, Sarab wore a much different expression than before. One that was soft and understanding. "You're trying to protect your brother," she asked, all anger gone from her voice.

[itsrptime]

Katrina hated showing her emotions. Letting herself be vulnerable was something that was completely off the table. Her brother was the only one that got to see who she truly was. And, she supposed, maybe even Sarab saw that side too.

“I have to protect him,” Katrina replied, looking away because seeing Sarab look at as if the catlike mutant was so soft was nauseating to her, “he’s ten. I’ve been taking care of him for four years.”

A fond smile grew on her face as she remembered her brother, Martine, and how he was waiting for her back at the abandoned building they call a home. “He’s all I have. I’m all he has. I need to make sure to keep all of my lives and keep him safe.”

[itsrptime]

(Sarab @illustrious-illusionist for Katrina!)

“So. You got your reward and you're just leaving, then?”

"Exactly. What, did you actually think I was going to stay? I got what I needed, now I'm done. Good luck, Sarab."

[almajara]

"Why don't you come with us," Sarab asked. "You're pretty good in a fight. We could use you."

[itsrptime]

“Seriously?” Katrina asked while raising an eyebrow. “You’re right. I’m damn good at a fight. But I only fight for whoever pays me the most.”

[almajara]

Sarab frowned, "Come on. Take a look around. You know what we're up against. We could use a fighter like you. You're turning your back on us." She frowned. "On me," she said softly.

[itsrptime]

Katrina swallowed thickly before raising her head defiantly. “I want no part of this oncoming war. I have people I need to protect too, I’m not going to risk this. I’d say that I’m sorry, but…you knew what you signed up for when decided to get me reeled into this.”

[almajara]

Katrina was right. Sarab did know what she was getting into, but she had grown to see Katrina as a friend and hoped that she would have a change of heart.

Now she knew that would never happen.

"All right, well, take care of yourself, Kat," she said bitterly. "I guess that's what you're best at, isn't it?" She turned around and began to walk away.

[itsrptime]

Katrina always get her walls up. It was the only way to keep her safe in a world that wanted to kill her. She did grow to care for Sarab, but this was too big of a risk. She had a little brother to protect, the biggest secret she ever kept. No one knew about him, not even Sarab. And Katrina knows that she should just let Sarab leave and fight on her own.

But her feelings were once again getting in the way.

Katrina growled under her breath before whirling around. “I have a brother!” She shouted. “I don’t just care for myself, I have to care for him. That’s why I won’t join this.”

[itsrptime]

(Sarab @illustrious-illusionist for Katrina!)

“So. You got your reward and you're just leaving, then?”

"Exactly. What, did you actually think I was going to stay? I got what I needed, now I'm done. Good luck, Sarab."

[almajara]

"Why don't you come with us," Sarab asked. "You're pretty good in a fight. We could use you."

[itsrptime]

“Seriously?” Katrina asked while raising an eyebrow. “You’re right. I’m damn good at a fight. But I only fight for whoever pays me the most.”

[almajara]

Sarab frowned, "Come on. Take a look around. You know what we're up against. We could use a fighter like you. You're turning your back on us." She frowned. "On me," she said softly.

[itsrptime]

Katrina swallowed thickly before raising her head defiantly. “I want no part of this oncoming war. I have people I need to protect too, I’m not going to risk this. I’d say that I’m sorry, but…you knew what you signed up for when decided to get me reeled into this.”

[itsrptime]

(Sarab @illustrious-illusionist for Katrina!)

“So. You got your reward and you're just leaving, then?”

"Exactly. What, did you actually think I was going to stay? I got what I needed, now I'm done. Good luck, Sarab."

[almajara]

"Why don't you come with us," Sarab asked. "You're pretty good in a fight. We could use you."

[itsrptime]

“Seriously?” Katrina asked while raising an eyebrow. “You’re right. I’m damn good at a fight. But I only fight for whoever pays me the most.”

[itsrptime]

(Sarab @illustrious-illusionist for Katrina!)

“So. You got your reward and you're just leaving, then?”

"Exactly. What, did you actually think I was going to stay? I got what I needed, now I'm done. Good luck, Sarab."

[denbroughdeer]

Bill sat and stared at the door to the hallway outside his room while he waited for the nurse to get back with their newest child, feeling anxious.

“Why’s it taking so long?” He looked to Richie and then to Leo and Phoebe sleeping in their stroller beside him. “Do you think there’s something wrong with the baby? The doctor said she was healthy but… she’s so little.” He picked at his fingers and jumped when the door finally opened, sitting up to hold his daughter again, but turning over when it was just a dinner tray. “I’m not hungry.” He murmured, too anxious to eat and still feeling out of his body after the whole ordeal.

@itsrptime

[itsrptime]

Richie was sitting in a chair right next to Bill, one foot on the stroller to gently move it back and forth so Leo and Phoebe can keep sleeping. “Hey, don’t worry, love. I’m sure everything is going to be fine, okay?” He tried to reassure him with a smile, reaching out to take his hand in his and squeezed it. “Just relax and eat something Bill. You need to regain your strength and feel better.”

[denbroughdeer]

Bill shook his head softly, looking down to Richie’s hand before looking back to the door. “I can’t relax until she’s here, in my arms..” he pushed the tray away when it was moved closer and pulled his lip in between his teeth. “I need to know that she’s okay… I need to know I didn’t fail her.”

[itsrptime]

Richie sighed softly, not wanting to appear anxious when Bill was already so anxious. "Billy, you didn't fail her. You never did. Sure it was a bit of a complicated pregnancy, but she's going to be okay. She's our daughter and she's gonna be so strong. I know it."

[denbroughdeer]

(My apologies if you got like 3 of these they’re not posting on my end)

Bill sniffled and rubbed at his eyes, shaking his head while he looked to his husband. “She has to be okay… she can’t- she has to be.” He sighed shakily and squeezed onto Richie’s hand. He sat up quickly and tried to crawl out of his bed when his door opened again, gasping at the sight of their daughter bundled up. “She’s so small..” he tried to crawl forward a bit more.

[itsrptime]

(It's all good! Also, sorry for my super late responses, motivation is nonexistent and I forget easily)

Richie frowned a little but forced himself to keep a brave face. He couldn't afford to break down, not when Bill was so worried already. He looked toward the door when it was opened, smiling at the sight of their daughter before putting his hands gently on his shoulders. "Hey, hey, just stay there, alright? Rest, they'll hand her to you, love." He said with a fond smile.

[denbroughdeer]

(Absolutely okay!)

Bill’s eyes watered when he was finally handed his daughter, pressing his lips to her forehead and closing his eyes to let a few tears fall. “My little Buttercup.” He whispered. “She’s so beautiful, so tiny..” he looked at Richie. The nurse smiled at them and gently took the little hat off of her head. “She’s got red hair just like her dad.”

[itsrptime]

(Thanks! Also, your response sent at least 6 times, so it's working)

Richie scooted closer to Bill, reaching out to gently stroke her cheek. "God, she's adorable." He cooed, wrapping an arm around Bill's shoulders and the finger from his other hand gently touching her tiny little hand. "Oh yeah, she's got those ginger locks. God, she's gorgeous..."

[denbroughdeer]

Bill sat and stared at the door to the hallway outside his room while he waited for the nurse to get back with their newest child, feeling anxious.

“Why’s it taking so long?” He looked to Richie and then to Leo and Phoebe sleeping in their stroller beside him. “Do you think there’s something wrong with the baby? The doctor said she was healthy but… she’s so little.” He picked at his fingers and jumped when the door finally opened, sitting up to hold his daughter again, but turning over when it was just a dinner tray. “I’m not hungry.” He murmured, too anxious to eat and still feeling out of his body after the whole ordeal.

@itsrptime

[itsrptime]

Richie was sitting in a chair right next to Bill, one foot on the stroller to gently move it back and forth so Leo and Phoebe can keep sleeping. “Hey, don’t worry, love. I’m sure everything is going to be fine, okay?” He tried to reassure him with a smile, reaching out to take his hand in his and squeezed it. “Just relax and eat something Bill. You need to regain your strength and feel better.”

[denbroughdeer]

Bill shook his head softly, looking down to Richie’s hand before looking back to the door. “I can’t relax until she’s here, in my arms..” he pushed the tray away when it was moved closer and pulled his lip in between his teeth. “I need to know that she’s okay… I need to know I didn’t fail her.”

[itsrptime]

Richie sighed softly, not wanting to appear anxious when Bill was already so anxious. "Billy, you didn't fail her. You never did. Sure it was a bit of a complicated pregnancy, but she's going to be okay. She's our daughter and she's gonna be so strong. I know it."

[denbroughdeer]

(My apologies if you got like 3 of these they’re not posting on my end)

Bill sniffled and rubbed at his eyes, shaking his head while he looked to his husband. “She has to be okay… she can’t- she has to be.” He sighed shakily and squeezed onto Richie’s hand. He sat up quickly and tried to crawl out of his bed when his door opened again, gasping at the sight of their daughter bundled up. “She’s so small..” he tried to crawl forward a bit more.

[itsrptime]

(It's all good! Also, sorry for my super late responses, motivation is nonexistent and I forget easily)

Richie frowned a little but forced himself to keep a brave face. He couldn't afford to break down, not when Bill was so worried already. He looked toward the door when it was opened, smiling at the sight of their daughter before putting his hands gently on his shoulders. "Hey, hey, just stay there, alright? Rest, they'll hand her to you, love." He said with a fond smile.

[denbroughdeer]

Bill sat and stared at the door to the hallway outside his room while he waited for the nurse to get back with their newest child, feeling anxious.

“Why’s it taking so long?” He looked to Richie and then to Leo and Phoebe sleeping in their stroller beside him. “Do you think there’s something wrong with the baby? The doctor said she was healthy but… she’s so little.” He picked at his fingers and jumped when the door finally opened, sitting up to hold his daughter again, but turning over when it was just a dinner tray. “I’m not hungry.” He murmured, too anxious to eat and still feeling out of his body after the whole ordeal.

@itsrptime

[itsrptime]

Richie was sitting in a chair right next to Bill, one foot on the stroller to gently move it back and forth so Leo and Phoebe can keep sleeping. “Hey, don’t worry, love. I’m sure everything is going to be fine, okay?” He tried to reassure him with a smile, reaching out to take his hand in his and squeezed it. “Just relax and eat something Bill. You need to regain your strength and feel better.”

[denbroughdeer]

Bill shook his head softly, looking down to Richie’s hand before looking back to the door. “I can’t relax until she’s here, in my arms..” he pushed the tray away when it was moved closer and pulled his lip in between his teeth. “I need to know that she’s okay… I need to know I didn’t fail her.”

[itsrptime]

Richie sighed softly, not wanting to appear anxious when Bill was already so anxious. "Billy, you didn't fail her. You never did. Sure it was a bit of a complicated pregnancy, but she's going to be okay. She's our daughter and she's gonna be so strong. I know it."

[denbroughdeer]

Bill sat and stared at the door to the hallway outside his room while he waited for the nurse to get back with their newest child, feeling anxious.

“Why’s it taking so long?” He looked to Richie and then to Leo and Phoebe sleeping in their stroller beside him. “Do you think there’s something wrong with the baby? The doctor said she was healthy but… she’s so little.” He picked at his fingers and jumped when the door finally opened, sitting up to hold his daughter again, but turning over when it was just a dinner tray. “I’m not hungry.” He murmured, too anxious to eat and still feeling out of his body after the whole ordeal.

@itsrptime

[itsrptime]

Richie was sitting in a chair right next to Bill, one foot on the stroller to gently move it back and forth so Leo and Phoebe can keep sleeping. “Hey, don’t worry, love. I’m sure everything is going to be fine, okay?” He tried to reassure him with a smile, reaching out to take his hand in his and squeezed it. “Just relax and eat something Bill. You need to regain your strength and feel better.”

[thelongsongx]

her chest burned as she ran. it felt like she couldn’t take deep enough breaths as her feet slapped against the pavement, bringing her further and further away from whatever that was. rae had been on her way back home when she’d seen it, probably the most horrifying thing she’d ever seen in her life. and there was a clown, too. it didn’t get close to her, but she could see it staring at her as she ran away. she could feel it’s gaze burning holes into her back as she ran away.

she had changed course instead of going home. nobody was there at the moment and she couldn’t be alone, and without realising it her feet had started taking her to another place that she felt safe, which happened to be in the presence of one of her closest friends, richie tozier. she could have ran to any of her friends houses, but richie’s came to mind first. in the midst of the panic from what she had just seen she needed to be with him. she needed to feel safe.

as soon as she had caught sight of his house she felt relieved. she’d been running for what felt like hours; her chest burned, her heart was racing, she could barely breathe properly. she took long inhales - gasps, really - as she jumped up his porch steps two at a time to be faced with his front door. her hand extended out to press the doorbell once. twice. three times. over and over and over, too panicked to wait. she didn’t even know if he was home, or if she was bothering his family. she was too freaked out to think about it.

“rich! are you home?!” she pulled her hand away from the doorbell only to start banging on the wooden door instead. her hand was shaking as she hit the wood with a fist, and she turned back to look behind her to see if it had followed her. luckily it hadn’t. “please please let me in!” she yelled, her throat sore.

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Richie didn’t like to be alone. He normally wasn’t, anyway. He had his friends to hang out with and if not, he was at the arcade. But as of recently, he didn’t have it in him to leave his house. He knew that his friends were experiencing things. Some kind of clown chasing after them, scaring them. He didn’t want anything to do with that.

But then Richie began having nightmares. Nightmares that felt real, like he was actually in that old house on Neibolt Street and the clown was coming after him. It terrified him to his very core and he found himself constantly looking over his shoulder to make sure that thing wasn’t following him. He knew that he should confide in his friends about what was going on, but he couldn’t. He was supposed to be the fun one! Not the one that was actually scared.

And now Richie was at his home, bored out of his mind and rereading comic books he’s already read at least ten times. He was so bored that he considered that it wasn’t even worth it. He should be at the quarry, the arcade, ice cream shop, anything! He wanted to be with his friends! During his contemplation, he heard the doorbell being rung. He ignored it at first but when it kept going, he finally got off of his bed and went downstairs.

“I’m coming, I’m coming!” Richie yelled, annoyance laced in his voice before he got to the door and opened it. His frustrated scowl and turned into a grin when he saw who it was. “Rae! Shit, I was the cops or something from how much you were knocking, were you trying to break my door down or somethin’?”

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the longer she was stood in front of his door, the more nervous she grew. what if it had followed her to his house? what if richie didn’t open the door and it had a chance to get her? normally she’d never bang on anybody’s door like that - their family could be home or she could be scaring somebody inside. if someone knocked on her door like that she’d definitely be freaked out.

as soon as his door had opened, however, she breathed a sigh of relief. rae barely gave him a chance to talk before she stepped forwards and practically hung onto him, gripping onto his shirt. she was still breathing heavily, her heart racing in her chest as she held onto him. it had been a while since she had seen richie properly; he’d been staying at home more, which she thought was weird, and planned on stopping by his house sooner or later to make sure he was okay. of course, she meant to drop by under different circumstances.

“oh my god, rich-“ she exhaled, still scared though relieved to be with someone that she trusted. “i’m sorry if you wanted to be alone. i would’ve called but-“ rae cut herself off and sighed. would he believe her? it seemed like nonsense, that she was seeing things and a clown was watching her. would anybody believe her?

at the thought of the clown rae’s eyes widened and she pulled away from richie, her head whipping around to look out of the door. if she had been followed to his house then she could be putting him in danger too. “get inside quick, quick, quick-“ she pushed him back with a hand on his chest so he’d be inside and followed, taking one last glance to make sure nothing was there before she slammed the door shut behind her and locked it.

“shit.” she leaned back against the door and sighed, rubbing her face with her hands. what a way to greet her friend.

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In a way, Richie was hesitant to open the door. It wasn’t every day that someone would bang on your door like they were trying to break inside. And for a very brief moment, he wondered if it had been the monster from his dreams. The one that taunted him and would sew his mouth shut because he talked to much. It terrified him but he still opened the door.

Seeing Rae was an honest relief but he did pause for a moment from the sudden hug. They’ve hugged before, plenty of times, but it was so quick and sudden. Richie hugged her back, feeling her body shaking and immediately began growing concerned. Fuck, was it Bowers? Had Bowers and his gang been chasing after her or something?

“Hey, hey, just relax. Breathe. What’s going on?” Richie asked, his concern growing more as he looked down at Rae. For once, he wasn’t cracking a joke or anything lighthearted to lighten the mood. Something serious had happened and he wanted to know what. “You don’t need to call to be here, you can come any day or night. What’s going on, Rae?”

Richie stumbled backward when Rae pushed him back inside the house, closing the door shut. She was obviously panicking and he kept a hand on her, trying to figure out what caused her to be like this. “Rae? Was it Bowers or something? What happened?” He asked her again.

Richie had a hand on her back, looking at the door. The more the thought about it, the less he began to think it was about Bowers and something much, much worse.

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despite the panic she felt, the physical contact that richie offered helped comfort her slightly. she was still shaking and it did nothing to help how freaked out she was, but she knew that she was safe with him there. he provided a comfort that she gladly welcomed in the midst of her fear. of course they’d hugged many times before, but it felt so much nicer that time just to know she was safe.

rae found herself frowning, however, at the bombard of questions that came from richie. despite being close friends, she was still worried he wouldn’t believe her. though a clown stalking her didn’t seem like a very believable story. “i uhm…” she paused, still trying to catch her breath as her fingers messed with the seam on her sleeves as she looked up at him. “i saw something.”

she felt immensely better once the door was shut, though she couldn’t help but turn to look through the peephole in the door to just check that nothing had followed her. rae exhaled in relief when she saw nothing, and combined with the comforting hand on her back she leaned back from the door and turned to face richie again.

“no, no it wasn’t bowers.” she shook her head. she’d dealt with henry bowers plenty of times, and as intimidating as he was she felt nowhere near as scared around him as she did the clown. “can you just promise to not make fun of me, okay? i know it’s gonna sound silly but i promise i’m telling the truth.” she ran her fingers through her hair to push it out of her face and exhaled deeply again, trying to calm down.

“can we go up to your room?” as silly as she realised her thought process was, rae knew that she’d feel much better away from the door, even if the thing hadn’t followed her to richie’s house.

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Richie’s stomach was starting to twist, feeling nervous about what was going on. He kept his hand on her, hoping that this would be enough to comfort her for now. He felt almost helpless and didn’t know what to do, what could’ve gotten Rae this worked up.

As desperate as he was to know what had happened, Richie managed to keep his mouth shut and let Rae get her head on straight and figure out what she needed to say. “You saw something? What did you see?” He asked her, squinting slightly in confusion.

Richie could still see how afraid she was, almost filled with paranoia as the blonde continued to look out through the peephole as if she was worried that she had been followed. He kept her hand on his back and hoped that his touch was helping in some way, rubbing up and down her back lightly until she finally turned to him.

The anxiety in the pit of his stomach was beginning to grow when Rae confirmed that it wasn’t Bowers. For a moment, Richie thought maybe it was the clown in his dreams but pushed the thought aside. That wasn’t real. He nearly opened his mouth to make a joke from how nervous he was but forced it down instead. Richie needed to be serious for her right now. “Hey, you can tell me anything. We’re Losers, nothing’s too crazy for us.” He said with a reassuring smile.

“Yeah, sure we can.” Richie responded, figuring that maybe if Rae sat down she would be able to tell him what was going on and relax a bit. He took her hand, leading her to his room.

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she couldn’t help but frown as he asked what she had seen. it wasn’t that rae didn’t trust richie - she trusted him with her life. she was just worried that he wouldn’t believe her. her story was pretty far fetched, she just didn’t want him to think she was joking. she didn’t know what she’d do if he didn’t believe her.

the reassurance that he gave her did help. losers. she would’ve smiled if not for the circumstances. she’d never been closer to a friend group then she was with the losers, and realistically rae knew that she could trust them with anything. “thanks rich.” she managed a weak smile despite still being freaked out, and nodded as she gently touched his arm.

as he took her hand she held on a little tighter than she usually would. her hand was still shaking and with everything that had happened, being close to richie was helping her. she followed him upstairs and breathed a sigh of relief once she was in his bedroom. she was glad she hadn’t gone home and would have to process what had just happened alone.

“okay, uh,” instead of sitting down she started pacing instead, pushing her fingers through her hair again. “so i was walking home by the creepy neibolt house to avoid bowers and it kinda felt like somebody was following me, and whenever i looked behind me there was this man there,” rae had always been scared of strangers. it took her a while to warm up to people, which is probably why she was so tightly knit with her friends because she didn’t like talking to anybody else. it made her nervous. “and he kept getting closer and it was just… he wasn’t a man, rich. i don’t know what it was but he was just off, he looked so weird and… and then he disappeared and there was this… this clown there instead. but it wasn’t like a clown at a birthday party, he was so scary. he had blood on him and his teeth were really sharp and- fuck, i ran all the way from where i was to your house.”

it was only once she’d finished rambling that she realised she was crying and groaned, bringing her shaking hands to rub her eyes. “i know i sound crazy but i’m not making this up, i promise. this really happened.”

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For once, Richie was patient. He knew that she was scared and didn’t want to push her. He was still smiling at her in reassurance as he led her back to his room. She seemed to maybe relax a bit and sat down at the edge of his bed, watching her begin to pace around and ramble about what she just went through. At first, Richie would admit, it sounded weird. Super strange, yeah. But at the mention of a clown, a trickle of dread went down Richie’s spine. He froze, suddenly feeling cold as he stared at her in shock before finding the words to speak.

“Did-did he have yellow eyes?” Richie finally managed to ask, forcing himself to stand up on his shaky legs. “And red hair? And, like, super tall? Talks a lot about floating?” He really wanted Rae to say no. That this wasn’t the terrifying clown that was haunting his nightmares, that made him so scared to leave his own house most of the time. But watching her shake and cry made him slowly realize that this was much worse than he realized.

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rae frowned as she looked at richie, her arms hugged around herself. he’d been quiet for a little bit now, and she assumed that he was going to say that he didn’t believe her. though she paused at the first question he asked, her eyebrows furrowed. “how’d you know that he-“ rae cut herself off when she realised how he must knew and she went cold. richie had seen him too. it only further proved her point as he kept asking questions, each one of them correct. he had red hair. he was super tall. he did talk about that. ‘you’ll float too.’

“yeah…” she breathed out and nodded, though felt even more fearful that the clown knew who richie was too. were they both in danger? “when did you see him? how did he get to you? you haven’t been out in a while.” she looked at richie worriedly, scared for herself and her friend.

“fuck, is he coming after all of us?” if she and richie had seen the clown, whose to say that everybody else hadn’t? was it specifically targeting them?

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Oh god, Richie felt sick. He had convinced himself that it was a nightmare, even though he didn’t want to leave his house. It wasn’t real…but Rae saw it. She saw the exact same thing as he did. She saw the monster they haunted his dreams, like Freddy fucking Krueger, in person. He immediately began regretting standing up and sat back down on his bed again, his stomach churning with anxiety and fear.

“I-I saw him in my nightmares.” Richie admitted, feeling vulnerable to admit it. The loud, dirty-mouthed boy that had nightmares. God, what a sight. “They were just nightmares but…I didn’t feel safe. That’s why I was barely leaving. I…I didn’t think that this thing was real..”

Richie ran his hands through his black curls, tugging on them to try and keep himself composed and kept his gaze at the ground. “I-I don’t know…have the others said something about a clown before?”

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no no no, this couldn’t be happening. richie couldn’t have seen the clown too. it was bad enough that she was in danger, but richie too? what about the rest of the losers, hell, the rest of the town? if it was just her then maybe she could’ve handled it. she’d stay at home, or if it knew where she lived then she’d hide out at richie’s or stan’s or even the clubhouse. but what could they do if the clown was going after the rest of them? what could she do?

rae lowered herself down to sit on the bed beside richie as he started talking. she was shaking again, and gripped onto her sleeves to try and stop it from becoming noticeable. her frown worsened as richie mentioned seeing him in his nightmares, and she felt sorrow for the boy next to her. she didn’t know he had nightmares, and she wished he wasn’t having them. without interrupting him rae placed one of her hands on his arm, squeezing gently for comfort. realistically she knew this wasn’t just some dream. she knew that you can only dream about people you’ve seen in real life - that’s why faces in your dreams look so familiar. so either richie really had seen the clown in real life before, or it was just much more sinister than that.

“god, rich, that’s horrible, i’m sorry,” rae frowned as she moved to pull him into another hug, this one more gentle than before. dreaming about the clown seemed worse than actually seeing him. richie couldn’t feel safe in his own room. at the next question she furrowed her eyebrows and shrugged. “i don’t know…” she sighed. “i mean, they’ve all been more freaked out recently, but maybe it’s just because of all the missing kids,” she frowned, exhaling deeply. “at least i hope so.”

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Richie never wanted to talk about this out loud. Talk about the nightmares that were just nightmares. But it wasn't just a nightmare. Rae saw it too. Rae has seen that clown but not in her nightmares or dreams, but in real life. That thing had been chasing her, driving her to so much fear that she could barely even speak when she arrived at his home. Somehow, this thing was more than just a nightmare.

Even as Richie recounted his nightmare, it scared him. It was terrifying to remember what the clown had done to him in his nightmares, sewing his lips shut, being forgotten, turning into all of his friends and talking about how much they hated him and found him annoying, that clown taunting about his dirty little secret. Richie couldn't tell Rae about that, he couldn't. He flinched just slightly when she touched his arm before relaxing again. It was just Rae, he recognized her touch. Everything was okay.

"They-they weren't that bad." Richie tried to insist but leaned into her hug, wrapping his arms around her. He found comfort in Rae but he wasn't used to wanting comfort. He dealt with everything on his own. But knowing that a clown in his nightmares was real and possibly going after his friends was horrifying. He listened to what the blonde was saying before something clicked in his mind. Richie suddenly sat up straight, thinking again for a moment before speaking. "What if...it has something to do with all those kids going missing?"

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olivia scowled up at the ceiling of the clubhouse as she leaned back in the hammock. if she leaned her leg out far enough over the edge she could just about touch the floor with her foot, which allowed her to swing the hammock every so often. ideally, she’d be at home watching some shit movie and eating food. but she was stuck in the clubhouse in damp clothes because it had been raining.

originally, the plan was to just leave school and go home. she had detention that day so she couldn’t leave with the losers unfortunately. though when she had started going home she had ran into henry bowers, which lead to where she was in the clubhouse hiding from him. she had lost him when she had gotten to the forest, but she wasn’t taking any chances. henry bowers was a piece of shit, but he was determined. if he saw her again then she was fucked.

one good thing about the clubhouse being empty when she got there was that she had the hammock all to herself, and she didn’t have to witness her brother and eddie fighting over it instead. the bad thing about the clubhouse being empty was that it was too quiet. she was used to the constant noise of bickering and laughing and talking, so with no sound other than the creak of the hammock swinging it was too quiet.

olivia looked up when she heard the hatch of the clubhouse open and breathed a sigh of relief, glad she wouldn’t be alone anymore. nobody else knew where the clubhouse was so she didn’t have to worry about who was coming down. it had to be one of the losers. “i really hope it’s not an axe murderer that’s coming down to see me, that’d suck.” she called out as she swung the hammock again, waiting to see who was coming down.

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Beverly hated being home. Well, it wasn’t even a home, really. A house. A house that was filled with cold and haunting memories rather than good ones. A house where she was afraid to be herself, to be alone, in fear of what her father would do. But at least she had her friends. God, she loved the Losers. She never had friends before but now that she did, she didn’t want to ever let them go.

Even though Beverly trusted the losers with her life, they all didn’t know what really went on in her house. She didn’t want to worry them, she could handle it. But today was another one of those days where the redhead just didn’t want to go to her house. She settled with going to the clubhouse instead, not thinking anyone else would be there, and figured she would spend the night there. It shouldn't be too bad, there was a hammock. She would be fine.

Beverly opened the hatch to the clubhouse, starting to go down before hearing someone speak. She recognized that voice, the only other girl in the group beside herself, Olivia. “It is, I just forgot my axe so I have to improvise.” She joked with a smile, coming all the way down and walking toward Olivia who was lying on the bed.

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olivia sighed as she swung the hammock again. realistically, she knew that bowers would be gone by now; she’d been down there for half an hour and she doubted he would have waited for her outside of the forest. but part of her was still nervous that he could be there. she’d only ever had one really bad run in with henry bowers, but it was bad enough that she never wanted to be in that situation again. so she kept hiding out in the bunker. the bunker that was suddenly boring with nobody else with her.

though she looked up as she heard beverly and grinned, swinging the hammock again. “awh, shame, what’re you improvising with now?” she watched as beverly started climbing down and sat up slightly, though didn’t leave her spot in the hammock. being the only two girls in the group meant they were pretty close. olivia loved all of the losers really, but sometimes she got so tired of the boys and was thankful she had another girl there when she got close to knocking eddie and richie’s heads together.

“here.” olivia shuffled over on the hammock slightly so bev would have room beside her, and pat the spot with her palm. “you didn’t see bowers out there, did you?” she doubted it with how cheery bev seemed, but it was still better to check. she’d heard some of the awful things bowers liked to say about bev sometimes and it was disgusting. “i’m hiding out.” she scoffed.

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The clubhouse was Beverly's safe haven. She felt secure there, surrounded by the Losers. She knew that it must look odd, being one of the two girls that hung around a bunch of boys, but she didn't care. She already had a reputation for being a "slut" even though she has only kissed one boy. So the redhead stopped caring and ignored the rumors. The Losers didn't believe it, and that was what mattered to her.

Beverly climbed down the latter, giggling a little bit under her breath. "I don't have anything else on me. Well, maybe I'll just shove a pack of cigarettes down your throat." She joked to Olivia, fishing her pockets before pulling out said pack of cigarettes. As much as Beverly loved her boys, they did drive her insane. Having another girl in the group certainly helped her maintain whatever bit of sanity was left.

"My, how thoughtful of you!" Beverly said with a smile, walking over to the hammock and carefully getting in beside Olivia. She pulled out a cigarette from the pack and a lighter she had in her bra before looking at the girl beside her. "Nope, haven't seen him. He probably got tired and ran home." She said, her jaw clenching slightly at the mention of Bowers and shoved the cigarette to her lips before lighting it.

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her chest burned as she ran. it felt like she couldn’t take deep enough breaths as her feet slapped against the pavement, bringing her further and further away from whatever that was. rae had been on her way back home when she’d seen it, probably the most horrifying thing she’d ever seen in her life. and there was a clown, too. it didn’t get close to her, but she could see it staring at her as she ran away. she could feel it’s gaze burning holes into her back as she ran away.

she had changed course instead of going home. nobody was there at the moment and she couldn’t be alone, and without realising it her feet had started taking her to another place that she felt safe, which happened to be in the presence of one of her closest friends, richie tozier. she could have ran to any of her friends houses, but richie’s came to mind first. in the midst of the panic from what she had just seen she needed to be with him. she needed to feel safe.

as soon as she had caught sight of his house she felt relieved. she’d been running for what felt like hours; her chest burned, her heart was racing, she could barely breathe properly. she took long inhales - gasps, really - as she jumped up his porch steps two at a time to be faced with his front door. her hand extended out to press the doorbell once. twice. three times. over and over and over, too panicked to wait. she didn’t even know if he was home, or if she was bothering his family. she was too freaked out to think about it.

“rich! are you home?!” she pulled her hand away from the doorbell only to start banging on the wooden door instead. her hand was shaking as she hit the wood with a fist, and she turned back to look behind her to see if it had followed her. luckily it hadn’t. “please please let me in!” she yelled, her throat sore.

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Richie didn’t like to be alone. He normally wasn’t, anyway. He had his friends to hang out with and if not, he was at the arcade. But as of recently, he didn’t have it in him to leave his house. He knew that his friends were experiencing things. Some kind of clown chasing after them, scaring them. He didn’t want anything to do with that.

But then Richie began having nightmares. Nightmares that felt real, like he was actually in that old house on Neibolt Street and the clown was coming after him. It terrified him to his very core and he found himself constantly looking over his shoulder to make sure that thing wasn’t following him. He knew that he should confide in his friends about what was going on, but he couldn’t. He was supposed to be the fun one! Not the one that was actually scared.

And now Richie was at his home, bored out of his mind and rereading comic books he’s already read at least ten times. He was so bored that he considered that it wasn’t even worth it. He should be at the quarry, the arcade, ice cream shop, anything! He wanted to be with his friends! During his contemplation, he heard the doorbell being rung. He ignored it at first but when it kept going, he finally got off of his bed and went downstairs.

“I’m coming, I’m coming!” Richie yelled, annoyance laced in his voice before he got to the door and opened it. His frustrated scowl and turned into a grin when he saw who it was. “Rae! Shit, I was the cops or something from how much you were knocking, were you trying to break my door down or somethin’?”

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the longer she was stood in front of his door, the more nervous she grew. what if it had followed her to his house? what if richie didn’t open the door and it had a chance to get her? normally she’d never bang on anybody’s door like that - their family could be home or she could be scaring somebody inside. if someone knocked on her door like that she’d definitely be freaked out.

as soon as his door had opened, however, she breathed a sigh of relief. rae barely gave him a chance to talk before she stepped forwards and practically hung onto him, gripping onto his shirt. she was still breathing heavily, her heart racing in her chest as she held onto him. it had been a while since she had seen richie properly; he’d been staying at home more, which she thought was weird, and planned on stopping by his house sooner or later to make sure he was okay. of course, she meant to drop by under different circumstances.

“oh my god, rich-“ she exhaled, still scared though relieved to be with someone that she trusted. “i’m sorry if you wanted to be alone. i would’ve called but-“ rae cut herself off and sighed. would he believe her? it seemed like nonsense, that she was seeing things and a clown was watching her. would anybody believe her?

at the thought of the clown rae’s eyes widened and she pulled away from richie, her head whipping around to look out of the door. if she had been followed to his house then she could be putting him in danger too. “get inside quick, quick, quick-“ she pushed him back with a hand on his chest so he’d be inside and followed, taking one last glance to make sure nothing was there before she slammed the door shut behind her and locked it.

“shit.” she leaned back against the door and sighed, rubbing her face with her hands. what a way to greet her friend.

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In a way, Richie was hesitant to open the door. It wasn’t every day that someone would bang on your door like they were trying to break inside. And for a very brief moment, he wondered if it had been the monster from his dreams. The one that taunted him and would sew his mouth shut because he talked to much. It terrified him but he still opened the door.

Seeing Rae was an honest relief but he did pause for a moment from the sudden hug. They’ve hugged before, plenty of times, but it was so quick and sudden. Richie hugged her back, feeling her body shaking and immediately began growing concerned. Fuck, was it Bowers? Had Bowers and his gang been chasing after her or something?

“Hey, hey, just relax. Breathe. What’s going on?” Richie asked, his concern growing more as he looked down at Rae. For once, he wasn’t cracking a joke or anything lighthearted to lighten the mood. Something serious had happened and he wanted to know what. “You don’t need to call to be here, you can come any day or night. What’s going on, Rae?”

Richie stumbled backward when Rae pushed him back inside the house, closing the door shut. She was obviously panicking and he kept a hand on her, trying to figure out what caused her to be like this. “Rae? Was it Bowers or something? What happened?” He asked her again.

Richie had a hand on her back, looking at the door. The more the thought about it, the less he began to think it was about Bowers and something much, much worse.

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despite the panic she felt, the physical contact that richie offered helped comfort her slightly. she was still shaking and it did nothing to help how freaked out she was, but she knew that she was safe with him there. he provided a comfort that she gladly welcomed in the midst of her fear. of course they’d hugged many times before, but it felt so much nicer that time just to know she was safe.

rae found herself frowning, however, at the bombard of questions that came from richie. despite being close friends, she was still worried he wouldn’t believe her. though a clown stalking her didn’t seem like a very believable story. “i uhm…” she paused, still trying to catch her breath as her fingers messed with the seam on her sleeves as she looked up at him. “i saw something.”

she felt immensely better once the door was shut, though she couldn’t help but turn to look through the peephole in the door to just check that nothing had followed her. rae exhaled in relief when she saw nothing, and combined with the comforting hand on her back she leaned back from the door and turned to face richie again.

“no, no it wasn’t bowers.” she shook her head. she’d dealt with henry bowers plenty of times, and as intimidating as he was she felt nowhere near as scared around him as she did the clown. “can you just promise to not make fun of me, okay? i know it’s gonna sound silly but i promise i’m telling the truth.” she ran her fingers through her hair to push it out of her face and exhaled deeply again, trying to calm down.

“can we go up to your room?” as silly as she realised her thought process was, rae knew that she’d feel much better away from the door, even if the thing hadn’t followed her to richie’s house.

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Richie’s stomach was starting to twist, feeling nervous about what was going on. He kept his hand on her, hoping that this would be enough to comfort her for now. He felt almost helpless and didn’t know what to do, what could’ve gotten Rae this worked up.

As desperate as he was to know what had happened, Richie managed to keep his mouth shut and let Rae get her head on straight and figure out what she needed to say. “You saw something? What did you see?” He asked her, squinting slightly in confusion.

Richie could still see how afraid she was, almost filled with paranoia as the blonde continued to look out through the peephole as if she was worried that she had been followed. He kept her hand on his back and hoped that his touch was helping in some way, rubbing up and down her back lightly until she finally turned to him.

The anxiety in the pit of his stomach was beginning to grow when Rae confirmed that it wasn’t Bowers. For a moment, Richie thought maybe it was the clown in his dreams but pushed the thought aside. That wasn’t real. He nearly opened his mouth to make a joke from how nervous he was but forced it down instead. Richie needed to be serious for her right now. “Hey, you can tell me anything. We’re Losers, nothing’s too crazy for us.” He said with a reassuring smile.

“Yeah, sure we can.” Richie responded, figuring that maybe if Rae sat down she would be able to tell him what was going on and relax a bit. He took her hand, leading her to his room.

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she couldn’t help but frown as he asked what she had seen. it wasn’t that rae didn’t trust richie - she trusted him with her life. she was just worried that he wouldn’t believe her. her story was pretty far fetched, she just didn’t want him to think she was joking. she didn’t know what she’d do if he didn’t believe her.

the reassurance that he gave her did help. losers. she would’ve smiled if not for the circumstances. she’d never been closer to a friend group then she was with the losers, and realistically rae knew that she could trust them with anything. “thanks rich.” she managed a weak smile despite still being freaked out, and nodded as she gently touched his arm.

as he took her hand she held on a little tighter than she usually would. her hand was still shaking and with everything that had happened, being close to richie was helping her. she followed him upstairs and breathed a sigh of relief once she was in his bedroom. she was glad she hadn’t gone home and would have to process what had just happened alone.

“okay, uh,” instead of sitting down she started pacing instead, pushing her fingers through her hair again. “so i was walking home by the creepy neibolt house to avoid bowers and it kinda felt like somebody was following me, and whenever i looked behind me there was this man there,” rae had always been scared of strangers. it took her a while to warm up to people, which is probably why she was so tightly knit with her friends because she didn’t like talking to anybody else. it made her nervous. “and he kept getting closer and it was just… he wasn’t a man, rich. i don’t know what it was but he was just off, he looked so weird and… and then he disappeared and there was this… this clown there instead. but it wasn’t like a clown at a birthday party, he was so scary. he had blood on him and his teeth were really sharp and- fuck, i ran all the way from where i was to your house.”

it was only once she’d finished rambling that she realised she was crying and groaned, bringing her shaking hands to rub her eyes. “i know i sound crazy but i’m not making this up, i promise. this really happened.”

[itsrptime]

For once, Richie was patient. He knew that she was scared and didn’t want to push her. He was still smiling at her in reassurance as he led her back to his room. She seemed to maybe relax a bit and sat down at the edge of his bed, watching her begin to pace around and ramble about what she just went through. At first, Richie would admit, it sounded weird. Super strange, yeah. But at the mention of a clown, a trickle of dread went down Richie’s spine. He froze, suddenly feeling cold as he stared at her in shock before finding the words to speak.

“Did-did he have yellow eyes?” Richie finally managed to ask, forcing himself to stand up on his shaky legs. “And red hair? And, like, super tall? Talks a lot about floating?” He really wanted Rae to say no. That this wasn’t the terrifying clown that was haunting his nightmares, that made him so scared to leave his own house most of the time. But watching her shake and cry made him slowly realize that this was much worse than he realized.

[thelongsongx]

rae frowned as she looked at richie, her arms hugged around herself. he’d been quiet for a little bit now, and she assumed that he was going to say that he didn’t believe her. though she paused at the first question he asked, her eyebrows furrowed. “how’d you know that he-“ rae cut herself off when she realised how he must knew and she went cold. richie had seen him too. it only further proved her point as he kept asking questions, each one of them correct. he had red hair. he was super tall. he did talk about that. ‘you’ll float too.’

“yeah…” she breathed out and nodded, though felt even more fearful that the clown knew who richie was too. were they both in danger? “when did you see him? how did he get to you? you haven’t been out in a while.” she looked at richie worriedly, scared for herself and her friend.

“fuck, is he coming after all of us?” if she and richie had seen the clown, whose to say that everybody else hadn’t? was it specifically targeting them?

[itsrptime]

Oh god, Richie felt sick. He had convinced himself that it was a nightmare, even though he didn’t want to leave his house. It wasn’t real…but Rae saw it. She saw the exact same thing as he did. She saw the monster they haunted his dreams, like Freddy fucking Krueger, in person. He immediately began regretting standing up and sat back down on his bed again, his stomach churning with anxiety and fear.

“I-I saw him in my nightmares.” Richie admitted, feeling vulnerable to admit it. The loud, dirty-mouthed boy that had nightmares. God, what a sight. “They were just nightmares but…I didn’t feel safe. That’s why I was barely leaving. I…I didn’t think that this thing was real..”

Richie ran his hands through his black curls, tugging on them to try and keep himself composed and kept his gaze at the ground. “I-I don’t know…have the others said something about a clown before?”

[thelongsongx]

olivia scowled up at the ceiling of the clubhouse as she leaned back in the hammock. if she leaned her leg out far enough over the edge she could just about touch the floor with her foot, which allowed her to swing the hammock every so often. ideally, she’d be at home watching some shit movie and eating food. but she was stuck in the clubhouse in damp clothes because it had been raining.

originally, the plan was to just leave school and go home. she had detention that day so she couldn’t leave with the losers unfortunately. though when she had started going home she had ran into henry bowers, which lead to where she was in the clubhouse hiding from him. she had lost him when she had gotten to the forest, but she wasn’t taking any chances. henry bowers was a piece of shit, but he was determined. if he saw her again then she was fucked.

one good thing about the clubhouse being empty when she got there was that she had the hammock all to herself, and she didn’t have to witness her brother and eddie fighting over it instead. the bad thing about the clubhouse being empty was that it was too quiet. she was used to the constant noise of bickering and laughing and talking, so with no sound other than the creak of the hammock swinging it was too quiet.

olivia looked up when she heard the hatch of the clubhouse open and breathed a sigh of relief, glad she wouldn’t be alone anymore. nobody else knew where the clubhouse was so she didn’t have to worry about who was coming down. it had to be one of the losers. “i really hope it’s not an axe murderer that’s coming down to see me, that’d suck.” she called out as she swung the hammock again, waiting to see who was coming down.

@itsrptime

[itsrptime]

Beverly hated being home. Well, it wasn’t even a home, really. A house. A house that was filled with cold and haunting memories rather than good ones. A house where she was afraid to be herself, to be alone, in fear of what her father would do. But at least she had her friends. God, she loved the Losers. She never had friends before but now that she did, she didn’t want to ever let them go.

Even though Beverly trusted the losers with her life, they all didn’t know what really went on in her house. She didn’t want to worry them, she could handle it. But today was another one of those days where the redhead just didn’t want to go to her house. She settled with going to the clubhouse instead, not thinking anyone else would be there, and figured she would spend the night there. It shouldn't be too bad, there was a hammock. She would be fine.

Beverly opened the hatch to the clubhouse, starting to go down before hearing someone speak. She recognized that voice, the only other girl in the group beside herself, Olivia. “It is, I just forgot my axe so I have to improvise.” She joked with a smile, coming all the way down and walking toward Olivia who was lying on the bed.

[thelongsongx]

her chest burned as she ran. it felt like she couldn’t take deep enough breaths as her feet slapped against the pavement, bringing her further and further away from whatever that was. rae had been on her way back home when she’d seen it, probably the most horrifying thing she’d ever seen in her life. and there was a clown, too. it didn’t get close to her, but she could see it staring at her as she ran away. she could feel it’s gaze burning holes into her back as she ran away.

she had changed course instead of going home. nobody was there at the moment and she couldn’t be alone, and without realising it her feet had started taking her to another place that she felt safe, which happened to be in the presence of one of her closest friends, richie tozier. she could have ran to any of her friends houses, but richie’s came to mind first. in the midst of the panic from what she had just seen she needed to be with him. she needed to feel safe.

as soon as she had caught sight of his house she felt relieved. she’d been running for what felt like hours; her chest burned, her heart was racing, she could barely breathe properly. she took long inhales - gasps, really - as she jumped up his porch steps two at a time to be faced with his front door. her hand extended out to press the doorbell once. twice. three times. over and over and over, too panicked to wait. she didn’t even know if he was home, or if she was bothering his family. she was too freaked out to think about it.

“rich! are you home?!” she pulled her hand away from the doorbell only to start banging on the wooden door instead. her hand was shaking as she hit the wood with a fist, and she turned back to look behind her to see if it had followed her. luckily it hadn’t. “please please let me in!” she yelled, her throat sore.

@itsrptime

[itsrptime]

Richie didn’t like to be alone. He normally wasn’t, anyway. He had his friends to hang out with and if not, he was at the arcade. But as of recently, he didn’t have it in him to leave his house. He knew that his friends were experiencing things. Some kind of clown chasing after them, scaring them. He didn’t want anything to do with that.

But then Richie began having nightmares. Nightmares that felt real, like he was actually in that old house on Neibolt Street and the clown was coming after him. It terrified him to his very core and he found himself constantly looking over his shoulder to make sure that thing wasn’t following him. He knew that he should confide in his friends about what was going on, but he couldn’t. He was supposed to be the fun one! Not the one that was actually scared.

And now Richie was at his home, bored out of his mind and rereading comic books he’s already read at least ten times. He was so bored that he considered that it wasn’t even worth it. He should be at the quarry, the arcade, ice cream shop, anything! He wanted to be with his friends! During his contemplation, he heard the doorbell being rung. He ignored it at first but when it kept going, he finally got off of his bed and went downstairs.

“I’m coming, I’m coming!” Richie yelled, annoyance laced in his voice before he got to the door and opened it. His frustrated scowl and turned into a grin when he saw who it was. “Rae! Shit, I was the cops or something from how much you were knocking, were you trying to break my door down or somethin’?”

[thelongsongx]

the longer she was stood in front of his door, the more nervous she grew. what if it had followed her to his house? what if richie didn’t open the door and it had a chance to get her? normally she’d never bang on anybody’s door like that - their family could be home or she could be scaring somebody inside. if someone knocked on her door like that she’d definitely be freaked out.

as soon as his door had opened, however, she breathed a sigh of relief. rae barely gave him a chance to talk before she stepped forwards and practically hung onto him, gripping onto his shirt. she was still breathing heavily, her heart racing in her chest as she held onto him. it had been a while since she had seen richie properly; he’d been staying at home more, which she thought was weird, and planned on stopping by his house sooner or later to make sure he was okay. of course, she meant to drop by under different circumstances.

“oh my god, rich-“ she exhaled, still scared though relieved to be with someone that she trusted. “i’m sorry if you wanted to be alone. i would’ve called but-“ rae cut herself off and sighed. would he believe her? it seemed like nonsense, that she was seeing things and a clown was watching her. would anybody believe her?

at the thought of the clown rae’s eyes widened and she pulled away from richie, her head whipping around to look out of the door. if she had been followed to his house then she could be putting him in danger too. “get inside quick, quick, quick-“ she pushed him back with a hand on his chest so he’d be inside and followed, taking one last glance to make sure nothing was there before she slammed the door shut behind her and locked it.

“shit.” she leaned back against the door and sighed, rubbing her face with her hands. what a way to greet her friend.

[itsrptime]

In a way, Richie was hesitant to open the door. It wasn’t every day that someone would bang on your door like they were trying to break inside. And for a very brief moment, he wondered if it had been the monster from his dreams. The one that taunted him and would sew his mouth shut because he talked to much. It terrified him but he still opened the door.

Seeing Rae was an honest relief but he did pause for a moment from the sudden hug. They’ve hugged before, plenty of times, but it was so quick and sudden. Richie hugged her back, feeling her body shaking and immediately began growing concerned. Fuck, was it Bowers? Had Bowers and his gang been chasing after her or something?

“Hey, hey, just relax. Breathe. What’s going on?” Richie asked, his concern growing more as he looked down at Rae. For once, he wasn’t cracking a joke or anything lighthearted to lighten the mood. Something serious had happened and he wanted to know what. “You don’t need to call to be here, you can come any day or night. What’s going on, Rae?”

Richie stumbled backward when Rae pushed him back inside the house, closing the door shut. She was obviously panicking and he kept a hand on her, trying to figure out what caused her to be like this. “Rae? Was it Bowers or something? What happened?” He asked her again.

Richie had a hand on her back, looking at the door. The more the thought about it, the less he began to think it was about Bowers and something much, much worse.

[thelongsongx]

despite the panic she felt, the physical contact that richie offered helped comfort her slightly. she was still shaking and it did nothing to help how freaked out she was, but she knew that she was safe with him there. he provided a comfort that she gladly welcomed in the midst of her fear. of course they’d hugged many times before, but it felt so much nicer that time just to know she was safe.

rae found herself frowning, however, at the bombard of questions that came from richie. despite being close friends, she was still worried he wouldn’t believe her. though a clown stalking her didn’t seem like a very believable story. “i uhm…” she paused, still trying to catch her breath as her fingers messed with the seam on her sleeves as she looked up at him. “i saw something.”

she felt immensely better once the door was shut, though she couldn’t help but turn to look through the peephole in the door to just check that nothing had followed her. rae exhaled in relief when she saw nothing, and combined with the comforting hand on her back she leaned back from the door and turned to face richie again.

“no, no it wasn’t bowers.” she shook her head. she’d dealt with henry bowers plenty of times, and as intimidating as he was she felt nowhere near as scared around him as she did the clown. “can you just promise to not make fun of me, okay? i know it’s gonna sound silly but i promise i’m telling the truth.” she ran her fingers through her hair to push it out of her face and exhaled deeply again, trying to calm down.

“can we go up to your room?” as silly as she realised her thought process was, rae knew that she’d feel much better away from the door, even if the thing hadn’t followed her to richie’s house.

[itsrptime]

Richie’s stomach was starting to twist, feeling nervous about what was going on. He kept his hand on her, hoping that this would be enough to comfort her for now. He felt almost helpless and didn’t know what to do, what could’ve gotten Rae this worked up.

As desperate as he was to know what had happened, Richie managed to keep his mouth shut and let Rae get her head on straight and figure out what she needed to say. “You saw something? What did you see?” He asked her, squinting slightly in confusion.

Richie could still see how afraid she was, almost filled with paranoia as the blonde continued to look out through the peephole as if she was worried that she had been followed. He kept her hand on his back and hoped that his touch was helping in some way, rubbing up and down her back lightly until she finally turned to him.

The anxiety in the pit of his stomach was beginning to grow when Rae confirmed that it wasn’t Bowers. For a moment, Richie thought maybe it was the clown in his dreams but pushed the thought aside. That wasn’t real. He nearly opened his mouth to make a joke from how nervous he was but forced it down instead. Richie needed to be serious for her right now. “Hey, you can tell me anything. We’re Losers, nothing’s too crazy for us.” He said with a reassuring smile.

“Yeah, sure we can.” Richie responded, figuring that maybe if Rae sat down she would be able to tell him what was going on and relax a bit. He took her hand, leading her to his room.

[thelongsongx]

she couldn’t help but frown as he asked what she had seen. it wasn’t that rae didn’t trust richie - she trusted him with her life. she was just worried that he wouldn’t believe her. her story was pretty far fetched, she just didn’t want him to think she was joking. she didn’t know what she’d do if he didn’t believe her.

the reassurance that he gave her did help. losers. she would’ve smiled if not for the circumstances. she’d never been closer to a friend group then she was with the losers, and realistically rae knew that she could trust them with anything. “thanks rich.” she managed a weak smile despite still being freaked out, and nodded as she gently touched his arm.

as he took her hand she held on a little tighter than she usually would. her hand was still shaking and with everything that had happened, being close to richie was helping her. she followed him upstairs and breathed a sigh of relief once she was in his bedroom. she was glad she hadn’t gone home and would have to process what had just happened alone.

“okay, uh,” instead of sitting down she started pacing instead, pushing her fingers through her hair again. “so i was walking home by the creepy neibolt house to avoid bowers and it kinda felt like somebody was following me, and whenever i looked behind me there was this man there,” rae had always been scared of strangers. it took her a while to warm up to people, which is probably why she was so tightly knit with her friends because she didn’t like talking to anybody else. it made her nervous. “and he kept getting closer and it was just… he wasn’t a man, rich. i don’t know what it was but he was just off, he looked so weird and… and then he disappeared and there was this… this clown there instead. but it wasn’t like a clown at a birthday party, he was so scary. he had blood on him and his teeth were really sharp and- fuck, i ran all the way from where i was to your house.”

it was only once she’d finished rambling that she realised she was crying and groaned, bringing her shaking hands to rub her eyes. “i know i sound crazy but i’m not making this up, i promise. this really happened.”

[itsrptime]

For once, Richie was patient. He knew that she was scared and didn’t want to push her. He was still smiling at her in reassurance as he led her back to his room. She seemed to maybe relax a bit and sat down at the edge of his bed, watching her begin to pace around and ramble about what she just went through. At first, Richie would admit, it sounded weird. Super strange, yeah. But at the mention of a clown, a trickle of dread went down Richie’s spine. He froze, suddenly feeling cold as he stared at her in shock before finding the words to speak.

“Did-did he have yellow eyes?” Richie finally managed to ask, forcing himself to stand up on his shaky legs. “And red hair? And, like, super tall? Talks a lot about floating?” He really wanted Rae to say no. That this wasn’t the terrifying clown that was haunting his nightmares, that made him so scared to leave his own house most of the time. But watching her shake and cry made him slowly realize that this was much worse than he realized.