Winter Mystery 🎄CHRISTMAS SPECIAL🎄(Reddie)

Chapter 1

Cold but somehow still warm, that was the mystery. Snow was everywhere, you could barely walk. Shivering his ass off, Richie Tozier was standing infront of Eddie Kaspbrak's house.

Richie is blinding himself by saying he doesn't know why he is there, but deep inside him he knows. He knows the truth, the truth behind everything.

I'm sure this sounds confusing to you so let's go back a few months. It was March 7th, Richie Tozier's birthday. He was turning 17, big number. The Loser's wanted to host a big party for him, unluckily none of them were popular enough or knew enough people. So instead of having a huge party where everyone is getting drunk and there are people having sex in places where they really shouldn't, they are having a small, comforting party per usual. The Loser's only kind of party.

Richie neverminded small parties, none of the Losers did. However, Richie did mind his birthday. He never wanted anything to be about himself, and having a whole day dedicated to just him, would be a real life nightmare.

He would always remind the Losers that hosting such a thing was never required and that they should never do such a thing. But those silly words could never stop them from having a party, even if it was only them.

Every birthday Richie hated, but this one in particular he hated just that much more. The reason being for that no one knew. In fact no one even found out why. Only Richie knew, and he still knows. However he refuses to confront his thoughts, and instead pushes the truth away.

Some may say that is normal for teenagers, not confronting their feelings or thoughts. That's the Tozier family's excuse for every little thing Richie does or has done. For example, one time Richie had a breakdown infront of his cold-hearted parents. They obviously could care less about such a thing. It was just their own child's feelings, who cares for that sort of ridiculousness?

On the outside the Tozier family had an amazing reputation. It was a stereotypical family, the father paid the bills and the mother was a housewife. However, behind close doors it is certainly not what it seems. Richie blames his depression on himself, but that would be the last person to blame. With his parents aggressively arguing all the time, along with the occasional abuse, you cannot blame all your troubles on yourself.

No one knows of the real Tozier family, and all the secrets they withhold. Not one person outside of that house knows. Not Bill, not Eddie, not Beverly, no one.

No wonder Richie has depression, with all of these issues causing stress and sadness, what more do you expect? The thought of going to therapy has crossed Richie's mind a numerous amount of times but that idea gets shut down quick as he would remember no such thing could help. He was convinced therapists were a load of bullshit, and most people would agree with him. Even if he didn't believe such a thing, it's not like he had the money to pay for that. The three options where to either ask his parents for the sessions, which was an obvious no. Or, get legal documents stating you have to see a therapist, that would consist of his parents finding out, so that was a definite no. The last decision was to not go to therapy and forget that he ever had the idea cross his mind. If it wasn't obvious already, he chose the last option.

Richie neverminded the cold winter wind. He found it oddly comforting, stating that it is like a giant, rushed, cold hug, but after the hug was finished it would leave a warmness feeling. A feeling that Richie never received from his parents, or from anyone.

Marth 7th, Richie was in his room. It was 9:00pm at night and he had spent most of his day in his room, listening to old music and contemplating life choices. His father was knocked out cold on the couch downstairs in the living room. Too many beers as always. His mother went out about two hours ago, she said she was only going to the store for late night grocery shopping, but Richie and his Father both knew it was just an excuse to get out of that hell of a house.

Richie was sitting on his bed, back facing the roof, he was swinging his legs back and forth as he read a comic. With music playing in the background he followed the words on the page, concentrating on the plot, as he hears a faint tapping noise. Clueless as a bird with a window he went back to reading and ignored the noise.

Not too long after, another tapping noise occurred. However this time it was more noticeable. Richie closed his comic and got off his bed, curious to find the source of the noise, he looked around. Nothing seemed out of place.

Another tapping noise, although this time it was more like a bang. The constant sound was coming from his window. Richie slowly walked over to the window and started to peak slowly over, getting a jumpscare when a pebble hits him in the face.

"Augh!" Richie yelled out confused as hell, but that's when he realised what the source was. Or who, in this case. Richie walked up to the window and stuck his head outside. Only to meet Bill and Stanley's faces. The both of them had a huge smile on their faces, it was obvious what they want but it was the opposite of what Richie wanted.

Richie put his arm out the window and flipped them off, Stan's smile had disappeared and instead he was rolling his eyes. Having no choice, Richie put on his shoes and started to climb out the window. He carefully hopped onto the tree next to him and slowly slid down, being careful not to wake up his father.

One he had walked up to Bill and Stan they both said happy birthday in unison to him, and of course Richie thanked them. "Sorry about the rock by the way, my aims still shit." Stanley had said to break the ice. "No worries Stan the man, no braincells to loose in here!" Richie had joked and pointed at his forehead. Stanley rolled his eyes. "W-We s-should get g-going." Bill pointed out. Right, Bill's stuttering. Bill's speech therapy has been helping a lot, but having a stutter and it being colder then ice, it doesn't work out well.

Richie hopped on his bike and the three petled away, like the three musketeers.

Ariving at the hideout, Richie prepared himself for all the physical contact he was about to be having. He usually doesn't mind physical contact, actually he thrives under it. But lately he has been on edge because of his dad. With his Mother absent a lot, his Father has been resorting to taking his anger out on his own son, and yes, physically. Verbally aswell but at least he doesn't have to hide that pain with his mom's make-up.

As Bill and Stanley go down first, it was Richie's turn. He can already hear them inside, telling each other to be quite with the occasional 'shh'. As he made his way down it was silent, he turned around and everyone started singing happy birthday to him. As much as he hated celebrating his existence, he always smiled at all his friends caring for him.

"C'mon make a wish!" Beverly told him, holding the poorly made vanilla sponge cake. "Okay Okay!" Richie answered out. He blew out the ten candles scattered around and everyone cheered and clapped. Once everyone had calmed down, Beverly placed the cake on an old folding table that Ben had put down there. As Richie looked around he noticed something. "Hey where's Eds?" He asked, confused why his number one didn't know up. He assumed it was because of Eddie's mother and her overprotective way, but the answer was far worse. "Oh he said he didn't want to come." Beverly answered shocked as to why Richie didn't know.

"What?" Richie asked, even more confused then earlier. "Yeah he called Bill a few hours ago explaining that he didn't feel like coming." There was a moment of silence, "I thought you knew?" Bev explained again.

"Nah I guess I didn't." Richie said confused. No one really knew what to say so they didn't say anything. That was until Richie got an idea, "I need to go see him." Everyone looked at him confused. "B-But you just g-got here?" Bill explained and everyone nodded. "Yeah I know but.." He went silent, thinking about what to say. "Something just isn't right." When he announced that everyone was on board. As long as Richie came back later, they would be happy and agree to let him leave.

As Richie climbed up to leave, one thousand thoughts ran through his mind. Is he mad at me? What did I do? I messed up but how? Fuck. Fuck Fuck Fuck! Ugh!

He needed to receive answers and he needed them now. Richie got onto his bike and started going to Eddie Kaspbrak's house. Even if Sonia wouldn't let him in, he would find his answers, one way or another.