Chapter 2
[Time jump! Richie and CL are in his Kia Soul, the Cuban sun hidden behind clouds, driving towards Richie's home]
Chicken Little- Richie, I saw you talking with Edward at lunch today.
Richie- Yeah um, he just sort of came up and started talking. I didn't wanna be rude.
Chicken Little- You liar. You liked talking to him, I saw your little tomato face. I'm not blind.
Richie- C it wasn't what it looked like.
Chicken Little- Okay, stop being so sus bro haha.
Richie- Haha yeah, I'm just joking around.
Chicken Little- So I've got a plan.
Richie- A plan?
Chicken Little- A plan.
Richie- A plan to what?
Chicken Little- A plan to kill.
Richie- A plan to kill who?
Chicken Little- Eddie.
Richie- EDDIE??
Chicken Little- Yeah it's hard enough without him gaying up the place. And I know your dad will cook him or dispose of his corpse or whatever. It'll be so easy, and no one will even notice he's gone. That loser doesn't even have any friends.
Richie- C I think you should think about this for a second. I mean, killing someone? That's a big step.
Chicken Little- Rich, you eat people every night. Killing is not the issue here.
Richie- Eddie never did anything wrong. Murder isn't the solutuon to an annoying classmate.
Chicken Little- Richie come on, look at him. There has to be something in you that wants to crush that little fairy in your hands and watch the light go out of his eyes.
Richie- I mean 😏
Chicken Little- RICH!
Richie- Just joking man, let's kill this son of a bitch.
Chicken Little- See? There's the Tozier-Lecter-Graham I know. [Pulls up at Richie's house, the hot Cuban sun washed over the front lawn.] Here you are.
[Hannibal, Richies Daddy, is already on the porch of their suburban home. His arms are crossed in disappointment as the hot Cuban sun beats down on him. Richie was home late.]
Hannibal- Thank you CL for driving Richie home, now run along home. It's getting dark.
Richie- Daddy let me explain.
Hannibal- Inside now. Papa and I are very disappointed in you.
Richie- What did I do, it's only 20 past curfew.
Hannibal- Your grades came in.
Richie- Oh. [Richie knew this meant trouble, Daddy and Papa were very strict with Richie's grades. It was as if the hot Cuban sun had turned cold and burned out.]
Hannibal- You know what I always say, cruelty is a gift humanity has given itself. And you Richie, have brought these cruel grades upon yourself, and must take responsibility
Will- [Who has only been half listening, as he was munching on a snack of possibly human skin, which had been dried in the hot Cuban sun, and was much more focused on that] Yeah what he said.
Hannibal- Despite your Papas blatant disregard for listening to the bringing up of our young son, we are both very disappointed.
Will- Very disappointed.
Hannibal- In your lack of responsibility. You know usually I would in this situation you would end up on the table coated in a meat sauce but since you are my son I will let it slide. Go to your room.
Will- Yeah go to your room.
Richie- Fine!
[Hannibal looks at Will after they heard the slam of Richie's bedroom door]
Hannibal- Really Will? Does our son's success mean nothing to you?
Will- I don't know if you noticed, but we're currently on the run from the FBI, which I technically still work for. So our son's, whom I love, grades, while important, aren't my top priority at the moment.
Hannibal- That's fair. So... Golden Girls?
Will- You know it.
[Richie is upstairs in his room, he hears the distant sound of Betty White's laugh as he opens his window, looking out onto where the Cuban sun had just set. He climbs out the window and shimmies down a tree, quickly and quietly.]
Richie- I have to warn Eddie.
[Richie runs through the Cuban streets. The hot Cuban sun, now tucked behind clouds is outshined by the bright Cuban moon.]
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The Day The Town Got Killed
FantasyHannibal and will just adopted their first child, a little orphan named Richie Tozier, after fleeing to Cuba to be together. Richie was a problem child, and the dads had a difficult time managing his 13 year old antics. Richie had this friend, he wa...
