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

•Eleven•

Word Count: 1966

Warnings: The usual peepeepoopoo check

Song for chapter 11 - "Stressed Out" by Twenty One Pilots.

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I shot my eyes open, being weirded out by my dream, but being more weirded out at my surroundings. I looked around to see I was in a way different room that I was in yesterday when I went to sleep and a young Richie was sleeping next to m- wait what?! Was I dreaming or was I really back in time?

I quickly got up from the bed and went to the nearest mirror to see my reflection. My suspicions were confirmed. It wasn't me now. It was me 27 years ago. What the fuck?! How was this even possible?

"Hey, you ok?" I heard Richie wake up.

"Yeah, yeah...uh...I'm just-" A phone ringing cut me off. Whether this was a dream or not, I had to figure out where I was. I did not remember this. Well, technically this shouldn't be a dream, because I'm aware, right? I have heard of lucid dreams, but I'm not sure that was what was happening. I tried to think of something to summon, but it didn't work, so it was most likely not a dream.

"Race ya there!" Richie suddenly yelled out and sprinted out the bedroom door to the kitchen where the phone was. I snapped to my senses a few seconds later and went after Richie. He got to the phone first and I barely caught up to him, panting.

"It's not fair you got a headsta-" I got cut off by him answering the call.

"Hello? Tozier residence speaking," He spoke in his businessman voice.

"Can I speak to Richie?" A familiar voice asked. I mean, it was hard to figure out who it was, because of the bad quality sound, but the voice sounded heard before.

"Who's this?" Richie asked.

"Beverly Marsh. Richie's um...friend," She responded.

"Oh, hi there. Does the carpet match the drapes?" Richie joked about her hair.

"Well, there you are. I hate you."

"Did you really just call me to tell me you hate me?" Richie gave his infamous childish smile. Although Beverly couldn't see, I certainly could.

"Shut the fuck up! Can you come to my house? It's on [insert the address]. I got something to show all of you guys,"

"All of us? Like the whole Losers club? What do you want to show us?" Richie asked.

"I can't tell you right now, just please come over." She pleaded.

"Sounds kinky," Richie smirked and cackled when he heard her groan. She hung up the call, probably in a hurry for whatever she wanted to show us. Richie put the phone back and looked at me.

"We have to go to Beverly's house then I guess," He said.

"Well...alright then." I sprinted out of the front door before Richie. Then I stopped for a moment.

"Richie?" I called out to him.

"Yeah?"

"Why is your door unlocked?" I asked him, eyes widened in concern.

"I-I don't know." He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

"Well, lock it now. If somebody broke in, it doesn't matter. Our lives matter more than valuables."

"But mom and dad are going to kill m-"

"If you quote on quote died by your parent's hands, I'm pretty sure it'll be less horrifying and more sad than a robber killing you." I scolded him as he was locking the door.