𝙢𝙪𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙, richie tozier

xvi. ( reunited )

.⃗ . ༉‧₊˚✧ MURDERED!

RICHIE AND BILL both began rapidly knocking on the front door of the opalia residence. they were in a hurry to get the group back together in order to rescue beverly from the clown. stella had gone to the hospital immediately after she came home the day the group broke up when her father saw that she was injured. her leg was now in a cast and she had to use crutches to walk.

stella opened the door, her eyes widening when she saw the two boys who she hadn't spoken to in a while in her doorway. she didn't expect them to talk to her ever again after she punched the leader of their group. stella could see the bruise on bill's cheek, and she didn't feel bad at all. he called her a bitch, so she punched him. plus, she knew that he deserved it.

"sorry, i don't know you." stella sarcastically says, plastering a fake smile on her face. she started to close the door on them, only for richie to reach out and pull it back open. "look, we—" richie began, but stella interrupted him. "stranger danger!"

"stella—" he started again, and was cut off by her. "do you see where i'm going with this? leave or else."  bill scoffed. "o-or else what?"

"or else i'll do way more than just punch you this time." she threatened. stella wasn't in the mood to argue with them, so she'll throw a quick punch to make them leave her alone.

"just listen!" richie raised his voice, catching her attention this time. stella rolled her eyes and looked at him with an annoyed expression. he continued, "the clown— it took beverly." stella raised her eyebrows at this.

"if you're only saying this to get me back into that fucking mental house, i will literally chop off all of your fingers and shove them down your throat."

"w-we aren't, just c-c-come on!" bill pleaded, hope in his eyes. "fine, but how am i supposed to do anything with a broken leg?" stella crossed her arms, not believing any of their words.

"we didn't know your leg was actually broken, but we'll figure something out..." richie glanced worriedly towards bill, and bill gave him an assuring nod. "well then hurry up, loser." she rushed, stepping out of the house and closing the door behind her. they didn't expect her to actually listen to them, but it was a win for them that she did.

THE GROUP WAS now back together, all in front of the neibolt house. except for beverly, she was somewhere down in the sewers, they supposed. everyone besides stella— who wasn't able to really do much— began picking up objects that would come in handy to defeat the clown and get back beverly. richie picked up a glass bottle, hitting it onto the railing and breaking it in half for no reason. everyone just stared at him and he shrugged and dropped it.

eddie took off his fanny pack and flung it into the air, it landing somewhere far away from the group. stella didn't exactly know why the germaphobe would do that to the fanny pack that had all of his medications in it but she didn't question him either way. she knew he probably had a good reason for it.

the group walked into the despised house, shining their flashlights around. bill led the way, bringing them to the well that he saw. as they reached the well, richie turned towards eddie. "hey eds, do you have a quarter on you?" eddie looked at him, disgusted. "who would wanna make a wish in this thing?" richie didn't reply to him, and instead turned towards mike.

they all looked at mike intently, who had come more prepared than the rest of them. of course, he had a rope with him. he tied it to the top of the well, tugging on it to make sure it was safe to go down. stella swallowed the lump in her throat and looked up at the group nervously. she was expected to go before them, as she was apparently the most fearless out of the group. or at least she used to be.

"um... how am i supposed to— uh, you know? get down with my leg." stella barely managed to stammer out, her eyes quickly scanning over their faces. they hadn't really thought that part through and sent each other a familiar glance.

"here, let me hold your crutches. then you can just... avoid using your leg." richie suggested, it being the only thing any of them could think of. It was kind of stupid, but it'll work. stella handed richie her crutches and grabbed onto the rope, putting all of her muscle into her arms. "i'm going to die and it's gonna hurt, i just know it—"

"y-you aren't gonna die! stop b-b-being so dramatic." bill rolled his eyes at the redheaded girl. stella raised her eyebrows, looking up at him. "last time i checked, i was a bitch, not dramatic." bill didn't respond to her and instead quieted down. what he said to her was quite rude, and it did take a huge impact on how she saw herself.

stella, fortunately, made it down the rope and onto the entrance into the sewers without being hurt or injuring her leg any further than it already was. richie looked as if he was about to throw her crutches down to her, but she quickly stopped him. "no way you're about to throw those expensive as hell crutches down this filthy ass well!" richie promptly put them down, his arms securing them. he went down next, making sure the crutches wouldn't fall out of his grip as he made his way down to where stella stood.

stella took back her crutches, thanking the boy. she steadied herself with them, looking up and watching as everyone else climbed down the rope. they were now waiting for mike, but instead of him coming down the rope, they heard him screaming.

henry bowers head poked out from above the well and he threw down the rope. the group who had already climbed down began screaming for mike, wanting to know if he was okay. luckily, he was. henry was thrown into the well, and mike appeared from above them again.

"are you okay?" stella asked, pushing through the group with her crutches to see if he was alive, or if he was hurt. mike nodded, saying, "i'm fine." the bullets he had with him were resting on top of the well. mike was in the middle of reloading the gun when the bullets slipped off the edge and fell down the well.

mike sighed and just came down the rope, gun still in hand so he still had that at the least. he safely made it down, and stella looked behind them, realizing that stella wasn't there anymore. she remembered specifically that stan was directly behind her, so this caused her to slightly panic.

"guys?" stella said, poking the person nearest to her. that person happened to be richie, and he followed her gaze as everyone looked at her in confusion. "where did stan go?"

🍒, maybankz—
n/a

WRITTEN. unknown
EDITED. june 5, 2020