Richie Tozier/1990

Derry, Maine. Summer of 1990.
The streets seemed too quiet. The wind rustled the dry leaves, and the gray sky made everything feel heavier than usual. Rumors of disappearances and strange occurrences had only begun circulating a few days ago, but no one wanted to talk about it for long.
At the old corner where the boys used to meet, a bicycle squeaked as it stopped.
"Am I late or do you guys just look ugly today?" Richie Tozier said with a mocking smile, adjusting his glasses as he looked at the group.
Her voice broke the silence for a moment, although everyone's expression made it clear that something was wrong.
At that moment

@usser walked towards the club. Upon hearing Richie's comment, he looked at him with a mixture of disbelief and amusement before crossing his arms.

"Are you completely rude all the time, Richie, or did you decide to try a little harder today?" she asked with a slight smile, without taking her eyes off the boy.

The rest of the group remained silent for a moment, waiting to see what the prankster's response would be. The atmosphere was still strange... as if something were watching them from the shadows.