Even though I remembered all of my childhood when Richie couldn't, I still got deja vu when a familiar voice said, "It's Mike Hanlon. From Derry. Your cousin."
"Oh shit. It's back, isn't it? The clown?" I asked.
"How did you remember?" Mike asks.
"Three white orbs." I say, not fully knowing what it means.
"The deadlights." Mike sighs. "You need to come home. Back to Derry."
A certain vision pops into my head. Stanley, cutting his wrists in the bathtub.
"Mike. Have you called Stanley yet?" I ask.
"No, he was after you." Mike admits.
"Text me his number, let me call him. Otherwise..." I pause, remembering his unfortunate demise, "Never mind. Just give me him number. I'll call him." I say.
"Okay?" Mike says hesitantly before hanging up.
I wait a few seconds before getting a text from an unknown person.
'Stanley Uris, (###)###-####'
I dialed the number, and luckily, Stanley answered.
"Stanley Uris speaking." He greets.
"Hey Stan!" I smile. "It's Chris. Christopher Hanlon! We lived in Derry together, remember?" I ask.
"Oh shit, yeah. Hi. I'm sorry, I didn't recognize you." He apologized.
"No, it's fine... Stan the man!" I chuckle, remembering Richies name for Stan.
"God. I still hate that. How's Rich?" He asks.
"He's good. Actually we're married." I say.
"Oh, so he took your last name? Richie Hanlon?" Stan clarifies.
"No. I took his, but you'd probably not know a 'Chris Tozier from Derry.' So I just said Hanlon." I say.
I can hear his laughter from over the phone, "Awesome. How long have you guys been married?" He asks.
"Six years." I say happily. "Well, six years once it's September." I admit.
"Well, I better get to see you guys before then." He laughs.
"Hey Stan?" I gather his full attention.
"Yeah, Chris?" He asks.
"We need to go back to Derry. It's back." I say bluntly.
"Wha- It. Oh shit. Fuck. I'm not - I can't. What if the others don't show?" He rambles.
"Stanley. They are already on their way to Derry. You're going to pack your bags and get your ass over to Derry. No baths. No suicide. Please." I beg.
"How? How did you...?" Stan wonders.
"I will explain once we meet." I say. I can hear him sigh.
"Fine. I will be there." He says.
"Please. Don't kill yourself, if not for me, for Bill." I say. I hear his breath hitches as his memories of him and Bill come back.
"I'm coming." He says. I hang up, and my assistant comes in.
"Your movie scene is being filmed now. Let's go." She tells me.
I sigh. I am a famous actor. Right now, I'm working with actress Audra Phillips on a movie called, 'The Attic Room'. Written and directed by William Denbrough. Yes, my childhood friend, Bill Denbrough. It's been hard pretending I don't know him.
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Trashmouth's Lover Boy | Richie Tozier x Male OC
FanfictionChristopher Hanlon, also known as 'Faggot Boy' (thanks to Henry), has always looked up the the Losers. Aspiring to be one. But Chris is too shy to speak to them. Chris realizes that his rude nickname is not exactly incorrect. He realizes he does hav...
