Fuck you, bro (Richie Tozier x Male!Reader)

•Twenty Nine•

Word Count: 929

Warnings: A hallucination, mention of peniswise and that's pretty much it. That's the first time that there's been this less warnings, I think.

Song for chapter 29 - "Haunted" by Taylor Swift.

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It was kind of ironic, really. A while ago I had suddenly wanted to move away, but now I longed to go back. My parents had not pointed this out, because they probably forgot, but if they did remember they would have used it in their arguments back when I complained about wanting to stay here. It was probably best that they didn't remember, because the arguments would have been even more heated.

I had called everyone and reluctantly said bye again before leaving. It was evident that saying bye to Richie was the most difficult task. Richie right, we shouldn't have spoken about it. It would have been way easier, we would have been able to move on way easier.

We were currently in the car, driving to Seattle; the rainy cold place in America. I was just listening to the same old shitty songs that were played on the radio. Sometimes I wondered how I haven't gone insane from that yet. The car drive would have been approximately two days, if we hadn't taken any stops. gas stations and whatever stores we came across, so it was around two and a half days that it took us to get there. Not without encountering some insane kid along the way, who was screaming about his balloon that floated away, but hey! You can't really call it a roadtrip until something like that happens, am I right?

It was one late afternoon that we had arrived in Seattle. As expected, it was raining. I admired the city's buildings and views. It was actually quite nice. When we arrived I was a bit suspicious, thinking we were at the wrong place, because it resembled a mansion. Not exactly, but definitely comparing to the houses back in Derry.

"Since when could you afford something like this?" I asked my mom.

"Last time, we chose to live in a smaller house - not because we were poor, we just wanted something more humble. Now that we moved out, why not something less humble?" I didn't ask for your whole life story, but okay. My mom shrugged her shoulders. I never really acknowledged how much money my parents had. It just never struck me as an interesting conversation topic to make.

My dad unlocked the front door and I rushed in first to check out the house. As expected (obviously) it was big from the inside as it had been from the outside. Most of the walls were white and the floors either brown or black. There were three floors. I decided on my room in the second floor. The walls were coincidentally my favorite color.

"So, what's the business with all the school stuff? Am I going to go to a new school immediately ooorrr...??" I asked my parents as we all settled on the big living room couch on the first floor, just slowly trying to adjust

"Kalama high school. It's going to be a two hour drive every morning," My dad replied.

"Wh-"

"Don't worry, dad's just messing with you. It's a bit less than that. Plus, the lessons start later than they did in Derry, so it won't be that bad." Mom hit dad's shoulder. Maybe living here wouldn't be so bad after all.

"Y/N, I wanted to tell you about this since you love arcades. There's one near your school, so whenever you can't get home straight away - you can spend some time there." My dad informed me. This did not help my mood, since I was reminded of Richie again, our times of being at the arcade. Me beating him at games most of the time- I tried to dismiss it and pretend like I was fine.

"Awesome!" I exclaimed and went to my chosen bedroom. I put my stuff in the room and decided to go outside and check out the city.

"Mom, can I ride around the city for a bit? I want to check out our neighbourhood." I asked my mom, gesturing to my bike, which was still standing outside.

"Of course, but be sure to remember where you went, so you can make your way back!" My mom warned me.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever."

I hopped on my bike and decided to go to the right from my house. I saw a playground with some kids playing there, despite the rain. Then there was a small restaurant, which was quite packed with cars and people. I saw plenty of malls before I decided to go back. I looked to my left and almost crashed into a trash bin.

There was a kid with glasses and dark messy hair. He looked a lot like Richie, but almost nothing like him at the same time. He looked way younger than Richie. I couldn't help but to wonder what he did after I left. I probably should stop thinking like this, if I had any hope of forgetting.

"DUDE, WATCH OUT!" The kid yelled out, snapping me out of my daze. There was a car headed towards me and I avoided it, missing it by a few centimetres. I sighed in relief, turning around to thank the kid, but he was already gone. Maybe I'm hallucinating.

I drove back home, thankful to have made it back in one piece. I had arrived just in time as my mom had made us dinner. I put my bike to stand and went inside the house.

What I didn't notice was all of my memories slowly fading out in the background as a specific sewer system shook from the depths.

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Yo, before I finish this I have an important question. I could end the second book right here, but I kind of want an even number like the female reader version of this, so do y'all want to see a slight insight (one chapter) of Y/N's life in Seattle or should I end it here?