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Imagination | richie tozier

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fandom | It: Chapter One

character | (17) Richie Tozier

requested | No, @/wolfhard-tozier on tumblr, @/wukindly on tumblr, @/beepbeeprichtozier on tumblr

warnings | Angst, mentions of psychosis, mentions of self-harm

word count | 761

keys | (Y/n) = Your name, (Mx/r/s). = Mx., Mr., Ms., or Mrs., (L/n) = Last name, (s/h/t) = she, he, or they, (h/h/t) = her, his, or their

summary | You can't sleep one night and your favorite person comes to visit

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Two tears slipped down the sides of your face, slowly trailing and pooling in the shell of your ear. You would wipe them away eventually but for now, you just waited for them to seep deeper into your eardrum. Your hair flowed out around your head, making you look almost angelic. But there was nothing angelic about you.

You brought your hands to your ears, wiping out the wetness, and then beneath your eyes, draining what was left of your emotions. You pulled your sweater around your frozen fingertips in an attempt to warm them. You closed your eyes, willing for the silence that would never come. Tears threatened to spill once again, but you refused to let them win. You would not give them the satisfaction of letting them see you cry. But you did. You did, just like always.

"Hey, hey, hey. It's okay, darling. Don't cry." He said, making all the other voices drain out. You shook her head, not wanting to open your eyes.

"T-They won't leave me alone." You replied, your voice shaking.

"Come on, don't you want to look at me, darling?" He asked. You shook your head.

"It's not t-that, I just-"

"You're just scared." He finished for you. You nodded.

"I-I'm scared that when I open my eyes again, you'll be gone." You said, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Oh darling, open your eyes." He said. Very slowly, you did and you were met with the wonderful brown eyes you loved oh so much. He had a smile on his face and a hand on your cheek, his thumb wiping away the tear trail.

"You're still here." You said. He nodded. Suddenly, you closed your eyes again, choking out a sob.

"They won't stop." You cried out and put your hands over your ears, trying your best to shut out the loud chatter. He placed his hand on yours.

"Darling, it's okay. They can't hurt you when I'm here." He said, his voice soft and gentle, like freshly fallen snow. You squeezed your eyes shut tighter. Your breathing quickened as you tried to keep your mind from going to the place they told it to.

"I don't want to. Please don't make me." You said and looked up at him, your eyes watering. He smiled a small smile and placed a soft kiss on your forehead.

"You won't darling. Do you want me to lay with you?" He asked. You nodded, your hands still on your ears. He walked to the other side of the bed and slid in next to you. He grabbed one of your hands, placed it on his mouth, kissed it, and then moved it to his cheek. The voices seemed to die down as he did this, calming you with every touch. You smiled and looked at him.

"Sleep darling." He said, but you shook your head.

"I don't want to. I-If I do, you'll be gone." You replied desperately. A small chuckle left his lips.

"I'll always be here darling." He said and moved a stray strand of your hair behind your ear.

"Promise?" You asked.

"Promise."

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"(Mx/r/s). (L/n), I have news." The doctor said. (S/h/t) looked at him with fearful eyes.

"Is it good news or bad news?" (S/h/t) asked. He pursed his lips.

"It's a bit of both." He replied and tapped the clipboard.

"W-What do you mean?" (S/h/t) asked. He sighed.

"It seems that (Y/n) has created a person to help them. They call him Richie and he talks to them and helps calm them down when they start hearing the voices. Now, (Y/n) has been getting drastically better and hasn't tried to self-harm in five weeks." He said. (S/h/t) smiled and laughed.

"How is that slightly bad. They're getting better, that's great!" (S/h/t) said happily hoping that (S/h/t) would be able to take (h/h/t) child home soon. The doctor looked down.

"Well, yes. It is good that they're getting better but... This person only exists in their brain, and seeing as he didn't exist before, he is only here to help them until the voices are completely gone. It's a sort of way to balance out their psychosis. Once all the voices are gone though, they will no longer need him to help them, thus eradicating him. And seeing as they get quite hostile when he leaves, well... The voices will start to develop once again in an attempt to bring him back." He said, his voice laced with sorrow. (H/h/t) face fell.

"So... So you're telling me that my child is stuck in a never-ending cycle of psychosis and non-psychosis because they're in love with a figment of their imagination?"

"I am truly sorry."