Richie Trashmouth Tozier (trashmouthloser) wrote in crownplazaic, @ 2021-05-14 06:45:00 |
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Look. Richie knew, alright? He was aware of the irony of him going anywhere near the exit of the hotel right now when he’d made other people promise to steer clear. There was shit out there. Bad shit. IT was out there. And the True Knot (that had nothing to do with weird fanfiction porn, apparently) which was, from what he understood, something like IT but with RV hippies instead. And there was more too. Richie’d had fucked up dreams about things that he couldn’t put to words but was sure he’d recognize if he spotted it. He could feel it out there. All if it. Like it was just waiting. So he didn’t really know what had him standing at the door, staring out into the middle distance that was New York City. Or some fucked up version of it, anyway. “You ever feel like you have to do something?” He asked, turning around to find Dan behind him. Richie hadn’t asked for company but sometimes he had feelings about shit, and well, there he was. “Even if you don’t want to and it’s probably stupid?” |