Losers Club Plus One Part 12
A Richie Tozier x daughter!reader series
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A/N: Hiya! Quarantine hasnât been treating me well but I hope you guys are doing alright! This is about 3.3k words long. I hope you enjoy!
There was no time for a break. Taking a breath was all they could do. IT could be anywhere in that place, sitting down, not moving could be dangerous. But so was moving.
Bill, as always, led the group. Followed closely by Mike, Ben, Y/N, Richie, Bev and Eddie. Roles were naturally assumed once more. Bev tried to stay close to Eddie, hoping to provide comfort, hoping to be able to protect him. Although her heart longed to be further in the front. With the man who had captured her heart through a postcard. But she couldnât leave Eddie behind. It would feel like betraying him. Especially now that Eddie couldnât even bear looking at Richie without tears welling up in his eyes. Bev could see it. She saw the hurt. But she didnât know how to help. She didnât know how the Toziers felt and, frankly, she felt that there were more pressing matters that required her attention.
âA lot of memories, huh?â Ben grumbled, stopping for a moment to look at the well before them. âAll bad.â
âTry looking at it this way. This is the last time youâll have to go down there.â Y/N threw in as she stood by Ben before all of them took the last few steps. The last few steps before the abyss. Before they would climb down again and be faced with things none of them had expected to see again.
Ben smiled at her sadly as he walked, hand reaching over to give her a gentle pat on the shoulder. Y/N returned the smile but her body shook with fear as she stepped down the wobbly, ominously creaking stairs.
What followed was an agonisingly slow descend down the well that held so many dangers. Mike went first. With their generally broader frames, the adults had an easier time gripping the walls, slowly climbing down. None of them showed much of a struggle as they climbed down. Mike, then Bill, Ben, Richie, who helped Y/N, making sure that she wouldnât get hurt, and at last there were Eddie and Bev.
âAw, man.â Y/N said as she left the tunnel, stepping into the water of the sewers. Her shoes immediately filled with water and she was sure they would make a disgusting squelching sound whenever she took a step if she wasnât dragging her feet through the muggy water. A smell that almost burned in her eyes filled her nostrils and as she looked up at Richie, she was sure that she wasnât the only one overcome with nausea. Richieâs face was as white as a ghost and his hands were evidently shaking. His flashlight moved unsteadily.
âBleurgh, Grey water.â Eddie said as he jumped into the water, followed by Beverly. She spared a glance directed at Y/N and Richie before taking a second to look around the tunnels that seemed eerily familiar yet incredibly foreign.
âYou good?â Y/N asked Eddie who looked up at her with widened eyes. He nodded quickly, opening his mouth to say something before closing it again and moving forward. Richie watched the moment, uneasiness washing over him as Eddie hid away in a shell that Richie wasnât used to. Y/N looked up at her father, her eyes filled with worry. Richie nodded in understanding before they, too, followed the group, moving together as one.
As if natural, they moved through the tunnels, echoes of the waves they created preceded their own steps. It was an almost calm atmosphere if it wasnât for the looming darkness, the evil around every corner, behind every wall, hidden away just behind them, maybe in front, but never leaving them alone.
âHow do you guys know where youâre going?â Y/N dared to ask, breaking the silence that laid itself over the Losers like a net, trapping them effectively.
âWe donât.â Mike replied. âWe just follow our instincts.â
Y/N nodded but she didnât understand. Richie inhaled sharply through his nose. He wasnât even sure they understood. But it didnât matter. Not really. Walking a certain direction just felt either right or wrong. Thatâs how they knew. But just to be sure, Eddie was walking close to the front, he was the one with the best orientation, even in the sewers where every path looked like the one before.
The water was rising gradually. At first it only reached Y/Nâs ankles, then her calves, her thighs and, as they reached what seemed to be a destination, the water almost reached over her hips.
âShit. This is it. This is where it happened.â Ben said, the words just flowing out of his mouth. Like he had no control over his speech anymore. And he probably hadnât.
A shiver ran down Y/Nâs spine. Ice cold, like a shower. Her body jerked as her eyes landed on the construction in the middle of the room. A wooden platform, surrounded by rubbish, trash, probably debris. Y/N was sure she could even spot a few toys, the thought making her sick to the stomach.
âIs this where IT took the kids to float?â she asked the group, their solemn faces in return were enough of an answer. Bile rose to her mouth, the girl clutched her stomach in hopes to calm it down. Beverly laid a hand on her back as Richie looked at her with curious yet worried eyes. She shook them off, shaking her head as she mustered up a smile. Y/N swallowed the bile before stepping closer to the room that held so many previous dangers. One after another, the Losers climbed into the sewer room. It was deeper and flooded, even the tallest were sinking almost chest deep into the water. Bill observed Y/N as Richie was busy climbing into the cold water himself, holding her up when she slipped, almost getting lost in the dirty water.
âThanks.â Y/N mumbled. Bill nodded but even in the second of holding her up by her arms, he could feel the tension in the young girl. Something he usually only encountered in adults, most prominently Audra, but he couldnât help but feel miserable for her. Bill still felt that it was his fault she was dragged into this mess and he wanted to make damn sure that she would get out of it alive. She and Richie. He owed her that much. He was convinced he did.
The group waded through the muddy water. The last time they had been in the sewers, the water wasnât there, children were floating, and toys and rubble were stacked way up high. They were relieved to say the least as they didnât spot a child nearby, however the relief was short-lived.
âNo, no, no, no, no. Ugh, no.â Eddie said, hands raised above the water, his face scrunched up in disgust while a teddy bear that was floating on the water moved his way. Richie made a little wave, moving the bear into a different direction without touching it and offering Eddie a smile. Eddie returned a tight-lipped smile. But Richie found some thankfulness in his eyes. His heart was put at ease. Â
Mike climbed onto the platform, followed by Bill. A line had formed and to Y/N it looked almost comically in order.
âBevvie.â A harsh whisper sounded somewhere behind Beverly. She turned around, body moving on its own as she panned the flashlight around, looking for the source of the sound. The water reflected the light. It moved slowly. Menacingly.
Ben turned around after a few steps. âWhat is it?â he breathed towards Beverly as he noticed the gap between the two and her back turned towards him.
âI thought I heard something.â Bev replied. Her voice sounded light, relieved. Nothing was there. Just the wind. Maybe her mind was playing tricks on her. She turned around, a small smile tugging on her lips.
A piercing scream. Beverly. The Losers only had seconds to get a grip on the situation. IT was there. In the form of a deformed old woman. IT grabbed Bevâs head, a threatening yet taunting look on ITâs face as it turned around to Ben. He called her name. But he was petrified.Â
âTime to sink!â IT yelled out in a raspy voice. A second later, Bev disappeared underwater. Richie quickly pushed Y/N onto the platform before jumping to Bevâs help like the rest of the Losersâ Club. Well, everyone minus Eddie.
Petrified, he sat there, eyes fixed on the water as Y/N moved closer to her only source of protection. Eddie looked at her, eyes wild with fear, as he sat still. Eddie didnât dare to move a limb.
âGuys?â he called out towards the not calm water. âOkay, guys. Come on.â
âDad?â Y/N asked, clutching her wet shirt with fear.
âHey, guys? Hey guys, come on. Please, come on. I donât want to walk out of here alone.â Eddie whimpered, tears shining in his eyes. Y/Nâs head whipped towards the man, sympathy clouding her mind and body.
âEddie, hey, Uncle Eds.â She said, taking his face into her hands. She forced him to look at her, away from the water. âYouâre not gonna walk out of here alone. Iâm with you. We got each other.â She said. Y/N tried her best to sound strong, convincing even. But she failed herself, and with that, she failed Eddie.
âTheyâre gonna be alright, weâre gonna be alright. Weâre all gonna walk out of here and weâre gonna be happy and you and Richie can finally get your shit together.â She was ranting desperately. Suddenly, they were clawing at each other, holding onto each other for dear life. They were shaking in each otherâs arms, whimpering, even a few tears found their way out. But for the first time since walking down into the sewers, maybe even for the first time since stepping into the house at Neibolt street, they felt something that resembled safety and comfort.
Anxious eyes watched the water surface.
It was still. Nothing happened. Nothing moved. Y/N felt her chest ache with fear for her father. For the only family she had known.
 Then, five heads popped up, gasping for air.
Eddie and Y/N exhaled with relief. Beverly struggled a little, coughing and sputtering as her lungs finally filled with air again. Ben held her, supported her body as each of the Losers slowly waded back to the dry land.
âMike, where do we go from here?â Richie asked as he made his way to Y/N and Eddie. With that, the group gathered around a door in the wooden floor, something that had lain hidden the first time around. The group gathered in a circle around the door with the strange carving. One more fidgety than the other. They were about to enter foreign territory and none of them liked the idea.
âIn the depths is where it crept. In the beneath to find belief. In the depths is where it crept. In the beneath to find belief.â Mike chanted; voice eerily calm. To an outsider it might seem like he knew what he was doing, but did he really?
âIs he okay?â Ben whispered; eyebrows furrowed.
âI think at this point thatâs a relative question.â Richie replied while his daughter merely shook her head with widened eyes.
âWhatâs on the other side?â Bev asked. She had her arms wrapped around herself as the cold took over her drenched body.
âI donât know. No one does.â And with that, he opened the door. The Losers took a step back, taken aback at Mikeâs sudden action, the bravery and stupidity it took. Mike shone the light down the tunnel and after a particularly short evaluation, he sat down at the edge, ready to climb down.
âM-Mike, donât-â Bill said, reaching out to his friend.
âAll right. See you down there.â Mike exclaimed, ignoring his friends. Exclamations of his name paired with the word âwaitâ were met with deaf ears as he descended into the unknown. Worried glances followed him as he slowly descended into the unknown.
âSt-Stay together.â Bill said to the remaining Losers as he leaned down, crouching, ready to follow Mike. Ben replied with a whispered âokayâ as he too watched with discomfort as one of his best friends climbed down into the darkness.
âYou guys, I canât do it.â Eddie said suddenly. Y/N felt her heart drop into the pit of her stomach. Richie felt like the air had been knocked out of his lungs as he watched his friend crumble, succumb to his own insecurities.
âI canât. You saw what happened up there. I was gonna- I was gonna let you die.â Eddie mumbled. He wasnât sure who he was addressing with his word-vomit. Whether it was the group, the Toziers or just himself. But he knew he couldnât. The pressure was too high. He couldnât function like that. He wouldnât. And, with the trapdoor opened, the finality of the moment seemed all too real. Eddie wasnât ready to face it. Eddie wasnât ready to see his friends get hurt or - much worse - die. And he was sure at least one of them was going to lose their life. The stakes were high, the risks even higher. And what were seven Losers supposed to do when facing an entity whose full potential none of them were aware of?
Y/N shook her head, slowly stepping closer to Eddie while everyone else remained frozen. She didnât know what to say, didnât know if words were even so much as necessary in that situation.
âI just fucking froze up.â Eddie continued his little rant. âIf you let me go down there with you, Iâm gonna get us all killed.â
Eddie inhaled sharply, his new inhalator from Keeneâs drugstore filled his lungs with relief, the sharp pain slowly ebbing away. But the relief was only short lived as something â or more someone â grabbed the inhalator and pulled it away from Eddieâs lips. Placebo or not, Eddie felt as though the last thing keeping him alive was taken from him.
âHey, hey, hey. Gimme that.â Richie said as he tried to steal the little metal piece of shit.
âRichie-â
âLet go, you little turd!â
âJust let me getâŚâ Eddie sprayed into the air, the medicine immediately evaporated, but he tried to breathe it in still. Richie suddenly waved his flashlight before Eddieâs eyes, the light blinding him, causing him to let go.
âListen to me. You had a moment. Fine. But who killed a psychotic clown before he was 14?â Richie asked as he towered over the smaller man. Richieâs eyebrows were furrowed, emotions not really obvious to those standing by. Except for Y/N. She knew that Richieâs heart was beating faster because he was standing so close to Eddie and not just because of the clown. She knew Richieâs palms were sweaty because he was afraid to let go of Eddie, but also because touching him was just as scary. She knew that Richie was scared because he didnât know if either of them would make it out alive. She knew that Richie wouldnât want to lose sight of either of them. She knew that he wanted to keep them close and get them out alive.
Eddie furrowed his eyebrows, every fibre of his body begged for him to disagree, to say that it wasnât him. But he finally pressed out an unsure âmeâ.
âWho stabbed Bowers with a knife he pulled out of his own face?â
âAlso me.â Eddie said, not daring to look up at Richie. It reminded him of how Eddie had failed him.
âWho married a woman 10 times his own body mass?â
The Losers were met with silence.
âReally? Wow. Didnât know he had it in him.â Y/N mumbled to Ben and Bev who almost snorted with surprise.
ââŚMe.â Eddie finally looked up at Richie. Looked him in the eyes. Eddie felt his heart swell with pride as he caught Richie smiling. Richie nodded.
âYouâre braver than you think.â Richie said, hand landing on Eddieâs shoulder. A soft smile still tugged at his lips as he watched Eddie grow in himself. The air was thick with tension. Y/N watched the two men with wide eyes and a grin that couldnât be bigger. She caught herself just in time, not wanting to ruin the moment by squealing and cheering for the two blind lovebirds to take a step.
âAlright. Thanks Rich.â Eddie replied, facial features growing softer. Richie couldnât take his eyes off Eddie, couldnât get himself to look away. He felt out of character as he looked at the smaller man with literal heart eyes, but he couldnât bring himself to stop. He didnât want to. He wanted to step closer to Eddie and press his own lips against Eddieâs. He wanted to know how they felt, how they tasted, wanted to know how this side of himself would feel.
Y/N watched on, biting on her thumbnail as to keep quiet and not ruin the moment. She had never seen her father look at anyone with as much adoration as he mustered up in that moment on the edge between life and death. The sewers had proven themselves to be an unpredictable place.
Richie raised his hand on instinct, wanting to lay it on Eddieâs cheek, cup it to pull Eddie closer, but he forgot about the bandage that still covered half of Eddieâs face. Just when Y/N was sure they were about to kiss, Richie lightly slapped Eddieâs cheek and pulled away.
The grin was wiped from Y/Nâs face and even Ben and Beverly, who had remained unsuspecting up until that point, found themselves disappointed at the lack of action. Richie stepped away, walking back to his little one who just blinked at him.
âWhat the fuck, man.â Y/N said, only for her father to hear.
âWhat?!â
âI had such high hopes for you two. And you fucked up. No wonder you havenât gotten any in ages, old man.â Y/N mumbled as they watched Beverly hand over the rusty metal pole from the fence outside to Eddie.
âOh fuck off, I fucked your mum. That should be about enough.â Richie mumbled until he realised what he had said. A joke that usually was so light-hearted between the two now felt incredibly heavy. âY/N, I-â
âItâs alright, Richie. Forget about it.â She replied, giving him a half-smile before walking over to Eddie. Richie sighed, running a hand over his own face. He hadnât intended to hurt her, in fact he was trying to make fun of himself, but he hurt the one he loved the most. It stung in his chest, left a foul taste in his mouth as he watched his daughter interact with Eddie. She was his daughter, Richie had almost no doubt. At least one way. She knew she was his in a psychological way too. She would always look at him as such, but it hurt to not know the truth, not know who she was or who he was. She felt incomplete. And yet, she didnât feel angry about Richieâs joke. Not really. Y/N knew he only meant well.Â
âHey Eddie, whatcha got there?â Y/N asked the man, who still warily watched the pole in his hand.
âI donât know. Bev said it kills monsters.â
âWell, I guess that gives us a little advantage.â Y/N smiled, but the smile faded just as quickly as it had come. âListen, uncle Eds. Just the fact that youâre here already makes you a brave man. And I donât mean the sewers. I mean coming back to Derry. It mustâve been a nightmare and Iâm proud of you. Iâm proud of you for not giving up yet and letting IT win. And I promise you we will all get out of this alive. If you believe that we will.â
Eddie didnât say a word, he just pulled her in for a hug. His eyes found Richieâs for a moment. Richie smiled. And so did he. It felt like Eddie had just found the family he had always craved.
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