Back In Black (Richie Tozier X Fem!Reader) 3

•Ten•

Word Count: 1170

Warnings: What was the point of me making these anyways lol everyone knows what they're coming against on a fanfic, especially the horror/comedy genre.

Song for chapter 10 - "In The End" by Linkin Park.

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We had decided on staying in Derry for a little while, because we haven't seen each other for years and the only interaction that we mostly shared was due to a demonic clown chasing us around everywhere. Also, everyone had to plan out where they would go. Beverly opened up about her abusive ex-husband and how she might go live with her friend. Eddie was still really attached to his mo- wife, so he was going to return back to their home. Bill was also going to return to his wife. And me, well, my best bet would be to go with Richie. He didn't stay in one place for too long, because of his career. He had to travel to many countries for his shows.

We all decided on visiting Stanley's wife before we left. She was going through a tough time and needed someone there for her. Beverly and Ben seemed to get along with her the best. The rest of us were kinda just...there, but she was grateful that we all showed up, even though she had no fucking clue who we were, just that we were Stanley's old school friends.

I thought back to when Pennywise had gotten inside of my mind. It must have been to just scare me, there was no way Alyssa was actually dead...was there? If I knew where she lived, I could check up on her. There were many options on how to track her, but I wasn't an exact pro with technology, so it would take a while. She did give me her phone number, so I could find her location, so I did exactly that. I found a website that allowed me to track her and I wrote down the address. I called a few others with me that weren't busy, just in case I were to get jumped, and then we were on our way to find Alyssa.

We arrived at the house the address pointed to by car. I knocked on the door, but when nobody answered I went to check the nearest window...and there it was. Their rotting corpses. I immediately pulled out my phone to call the cops, but Mike stopped me, questioning why I was doing that. I pointed to the corpses, but he just shrugged it off, saying there was nothing. Was I going insane? I wouldn't be surprised, since I'm pretty sure Pennywise has the ability to make anyone go mad. But if those corpses weren't really there, it didn't explain were both of them were. Maybe at work? I could wait out to see if they came back home, but the others refused and forced me to drive back home with them. What was I supposed to do then? Just let their corpses lay there? I suppose, if the cops didn't see it, there was not exactly a point to it, but I could have at least given them a proper burial? Maybe Pennywise had really fucked with my mind. How was I supposed to assume anything was real anymore?

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Life was not going smooth at all. Everyone believed I was crazy, even Richie. I didn't know what to do. I could visit a therapist, but I don't think that could ever heal trauma like this. You know, not every therapist has had an encounter with a demonic clown, so they would believe I have schizophrenia or something.

Maybe I did something wrong? My choices obviously led me here, but what if I had done something differently? Was it something before I came to Derry? Whatever it was, I didn't exactly have a way to change it, because...you know. I don't have a time machine laying around anywhere that I could use. Plus, if I somehow got access to one, what the fuck would I go back to if I have no idea what it was? Sometimes, the ideas my mind comes up with make no sense. A time machine? That's absolutely stupid. I mean, a demonic clown exists, so why not a time machine, but the clown doesn't belong to this world, humans don't know how to create a time machine yet and I don't think the clown would create one, even if it knew how to.

Ok, now I'm really not making any sense. I needed to clear my head. Maybe I could take a walk outside? Yes, that's what I'll do. I just need some fresh O2, because my brain clearly lacks it.

I excused myself from the conversation that was happening between the Losers and went outside. I was just going to take a 15 minute walk and contemplate existence. Wait...I could visit the place where I used to live with my parents. By the way, you readers probably don't know what happened with the parents and you probably don't care, but you're going to have to listen on anyway.

I'm actually not sure what happened to them. We broke up contact a few years ago. It's quite sad, but they didn't respect my career choice. It's not that they even worried about my safety, they just didn't think it was a job for a woman. On the topic of sexists, the people working there apparently had the same idea as my parents. You'd think that they would be more professional and take all the help they could get, but they didn't accept me. It took them a while to stop bitching, realizing it's not going to do shit to make me quit. I did think about quitting once or twice...or several times, but I wasn't going to let them get the best of me.

I was so distracted that I didn't realize I almost ran into a pissing dog, their owner snapped me out of my thoughts.

"Watch where you're going, smartass." They snarkily remarked and went past me, pulling their dog along. Their dog did not seem happy about that. Either it was being abused at home or it was unhappy that it did not get to finish it's piss. Whatever it was, I felt bad for it.

Eventually, it was getting dark, which signalled that I had been out here for more than 15 minutes, so I headed back to the rest of the Losers. They seemed to not even notice my disappearance (when I said I was going out), which was sad, but even more odd. Did I do something to them?

Eddie seemed to be the only one downstairs, so I chatted with him for a while. He was still going on about how he was thankful I saved his life. I kept insisting that it was nothing, since I came out unscathed somehow. He said he owed me one and I asked him for just a drink tomorrow, so he doesn't go batshit crazy with this owe stuff. After we were done talking, I went upstairs to sleep.

Before my head hit the pillow, a phrase echoed in my mind.

"I owe you one,"

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Sorry for the lazy updates. Anyways, I think y'all know where this is going. I wanted to make it less obvious, but then I was like "screw it" and now you have what you have. I want this book to be longer than the last one, but I'm not sure how that's going to work out, because the last one is pretty long and I need to get on the male reader one as soon, as possible. Who's your second favorite loser? (first one is obviously Richie, because you're on a Richie x reader)