goldie locks ; richie tozier

v . the house on neibolt street

we were at least a 10 feet down the road when i saw bill standing at the doorway of the house

"bill! bill you can't go in there!" bev called out as he stood in front

"look. you don't have to come in with me. but what happens when another georgie goes missing? or another betty? or another ed corcoran? or one of us? are you just gonna pretend it isn't happening like everyone else in this town? because i can't. i go home, and all i see if that georgie isn't there. his clothes. his toys. his stupid stuffed animals. he isn't. so walking into this house, for me. is easier than walking into my own." bill explained confidently before turning back around to face the house

"wow. he didn't stutter once." richie pointed out and began to follow bill

"wait! um. shouldn't we have people keep watch? you know just in case something bad happens." stanley suggests and we all glance at each other

"who wants to stay out here?" bill asked and everyone had raised their hands except me and beverly. i would have but the way it made me feel... being so helpless. i wanted to kick its ass. just like we did with bowers. i don't want anyone controlling how i feel.

"fuck" richie whispered as he noticed i hadn't raised my hand. bill, richie, eddie, and myself ended up going into the house.

"you guys are lucky you're not measuring dicks." richie argued, due to him pulling the short straw

"how would that involve me and bev?" i ask in disgust

"you can judge for me" richie said and i let out a scoff

"shut up, richie. i can smell it." eddie said quietly

"don't breathe through your mouth" richie informed him as we slowly continued walking through the house

"how come?" eddie asked scared

"because then you're eating it" richie explained causing eddie to gag. i heard richies foot prints decreasing from where we were but i was busy inspecting the house and all the cobwebs it had to offer.

"what?" i heard bill say and i turned to see richie standing with a piece of paper. we all made our way towards him as he held it scared

"it... it says i'm missing" he stammered and we stood beside him looking at the missing poster he was holding

"you're not missing richie" bill stated and richie began to freak out

"police department city of derry. that's my shirt, that's my hair, that's my face. that's my name, that's my age, that's the date!" richie yelled as bill grabbed the paper from him

"richie it's not real! you're not missing!" i yell and he continues to panic as he fights with bill over the paper

"no it says it! what the fuck! am i missing?! am i gonna go missing!" richie yells as bill rips the paper from him and i grab him

"hey! richie! calm down! look at me" i say and i grab his face and he quiets down and looks me in the eyes

"you're not missing. that isn't real. it is tricking us." i comfort him, much like he did to me, and his breathing slows.