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

•Six•

Six | A red balloon floated by

Song for chapter 6 - "Afraid" by The Neighbourhood

Warnings: Spoilers for IT 2, abuse, a mention of a bruise, arguing, bad teasing, bullying, scary stuff.

Word Count: 893

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Richie had finished dressing up, so he walked over to his bike, picking it up and allowing me to sit on it behind him. I put my arms around his waist. We drove off away from the quarry. It was all nice and quiet, until Richie decided to break the silence.

"So you really don't know what caused your bruise? I mean, honestly a normal human would feel a huge ass bruise forming on their stomach," Richie asked mocking me.

"For fuck's sake, just when I thought we were going to ride in silence!" I exclaimed.

"Be grateful I'm bringing you home at all," Richie rolled his eyes.

"You know, I could have went home using my legs, I have no idea why I decided to let you drive me home," I responded. Richie stopped the bike and got off it, holding it to make me not fall off.

"Then how about you stop pissing me off and listen to your own advice and go home by yourself?" Richie snapped and I glared at him.

"Sure, bye!" I exclaimed and got off the bike, walking towards my house.

A red balloon floated by.

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It was a 10 minute walk, since Richie drove me over halfway. I saw my mom on the porch and panicked, quickly hiding behind a tree. I had not thought of what explanation I could give to my parents for disappearing for a whole day. They would be mad if I told them that I slept at a friend's house without telling them.

I took a shaky breath and decided that I'd have to go home eventually. The earlier I would come, the less mad they would be...hopefully. I went to the front door when my mom had gone back inside and tried to open it, but it was locked. I knocked on it and waited for a few minutes. My dad answered the door.

"Look who decided to come home!" He glared at me.

"Please, dad, not now. I've had a rough day." I sighed.

"Oh and you think we haven't? You've been gone the whole time and we were contemplating on calling the police." He ushered me inside. At the sight of me coming in, my mom rushed over. She slapped me.

"MOM!" I yelled out in protest when she grabbed my arm and dragged me.

"You're only going to be able to get out when you've learned your lesson!" My mom opened the basement door and pushed me in there. What the fuck is wrong with her?

She gave me a devilish smile and closed the door, stopping any light from entering as there were no windows in here. I smashed my fist against the door in frustration.

Boy's can't cry. Boys don't cry.

I slid down in a sitting position, my back against the door and put my head in between my legs.

Boy's can't cry. Boys don't cry.

I let a few tears slip down my cheeks. Did she really care about me being gone if she locked me down here? It almost seemed as an excuse just to torture me for a bit. I sighed and slowly drifted off into dreams.

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3rd POV (big spoilers for IT 2)

"Hey, you're good at this!"

"Um...how about we go again? Play some more, y'know? Only, if you want to!" The brunette male offered to his newfound arcade gaming companion.

"Dude, why are you being weird? I'm not your fucking boyfriend!" The curly haired blonde male suddenly exclaimed.

"Woah, I- I didn't-"

"The fuck's going on here?" A familiar voice exclaimed. Richie shifted his eyes to the source of the voice.

"You assholes didn't tell me your town was full of little fairies!" The curly haired boy responded.

"Richie fucking Tozier? What- are you trying to bone my little cousin?" He asked, walking closer.

"GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE, FAGGOT!" Henry yelled after a second of silence. Richie flinched, looking back at the entrance of the arcade.

"FUCKING MOVE!" Henry yelled again and Richie ran out of the arcade.

Feeling confused and extremely sad, Richie sat down on a bench opposite the big statue and took off his glasses to wipe his tear stained eyes.

"F́o̶cųs҉, R͘ich̢i̴e!" A demonic voice called out and Richie hurried to put on his glasses. The statue was gone. Richie realized something was extremely off.

Richie heard a noise beside him, so he quickly turned around. The statue was there, only it's mouth was opened and out came a horde of bats. The statue went to smash Richie with a massive pole, but Richie moved out of the way, making the statue destroy half of the bench.

Richie ran for his life, but the statue smashed a pole right next to him, so he fell and his glasses flew away, making his sight as good, as nearly blind. The statue let out a weird, stereotypical horror movie laugh and went to raise the pole up. Richie closed his eyes and chanted 'It's not real' many times, in hopes of getting the statue to disappear. He opened his eyes and the statue was gone. He put on his glasses and looked around. Everything was back to normal.

"I think, I just shit my pants," Richie let out a sigh of relief and laid his head back down on the ground.

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I'm rewriting the female reader story and just cringing at how dramatic it is. Hopefully, it's a bit better here.