Newest Addition: Chapter Five
Richie Tozier x Daughter (my oc)
Warnings: blood, clown mention, threat, floating, fear, I think that’s it.
(A/N: This is kinda, really short, but I think the last one kinda went overload with dialogue, so I tried evening it out with this, which doesn’t really have a ton of dialogue, and then the next one should be longer, cause Im add in a flashback to give a little background, which will take up more space)
The adults talked, and drank, and ate, all catching up with each other. Lydia, happily, bled into the background, occasionally checking the time on her phone, not eating anything. Obviously, the losers tried engaging her in the conversation, and asked her questions about herself, but as it got later, she found it more, and more difficult to keep in a discussion. Not because she was tired, but because the town seemed tp have a more unsettling feel as the light began fading from the sky.
The losers took notice of how Richie seemed to get uneasy when the sky started getting darker, and how he glanced at his daughter more. And Richie was uneasy, frankly, terrified.
He had felt his phone buzz a couple of times as the night went on, but he didn’t check it. He knew it was likely it was just his angry manager, but he feared it could be the same unknown number that he had seen in the elevator, warning him to get out of the town before it was too late.
“Hey, how old are you?” Ben asked Lydia, leaning in a little closer to her. Lydia moved her gaze from the patterns on the curtains to look at him.
“Oh, I’m thirteen!” She answered. Ben visibly tensed at the mention of the age, as he felt an odd feeling of guilt stirring in his stomach at the thought of someone as young as they were when they first faced Pennywise, going through what they went through.
“You okay?” Lydia asked. Ben gave her a pained smile, nodding.
Richie tapped on Lydia’s shoulder, handing her a fortune cookie. She pulled it open, pulling out the cookie. Before opening the packaging, and looking at the paper, something compelled her to look out the window. The sky was pitch black, not a glimmer of sunlight left.
She looked back down, cracking the cookie in half with a snap, as blood spilled out onto the table, just like the blood did out of the balloon in the library, splattering her hands in spots of red.
The losers looked in her direction, as she fumbled to pick up the slip of paper with shaking hands.
‘Times up! You’ll float too!’ was written on the paper in neat, small, black print.
“Mother of-” Stan muttered as he saw the blood, and Lydia tossed the paper into the pool of blood, scooting her chair away from the table, as more blood seemed to be coming from the cookie, even though no one could see where the blood could be held.
There were suddenly footsteps coming into the room. The waitress that had brought them the mutated cookies, smiling just like that receptionist did, holding a check, and placing it in front of Mike, before quickly leaving the room again. She didn’t even notice the blood.
After noticing the woman didn’t notice the blood either, Lydia just became even more horrified.
Beverly felt her heart ache for the young girl, who was staring at her own blood spotted hands, and the table that was slowly covering in blood, some of it dripping off the tables edge. Her facial expressions almost directly mirrored her own when the blood had come up from the sink drain. Pure fear.