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    Richie and Eddie bust ghosts, pine hopelessly, and get tangled up in the winding red thread of fate:

    The sun is perfect when they finally start filming, just low enough to cast everything in a golden sort of light that almost makes the building look beautiful. Eddie steadies the tripod and gives the thumbs up and then they’re away and Richie has his game face on.

    “This is your faithful host speaking, your courageous convoy to all that is chilling and creepy, Richie Trashmouth Tozier.” Richie says, tone deadly serious. “Tonight, we venture beyond the veil, mystery lovers, to a place so disturbing and terrifying my co-host Eddie has refused to venture inside.”

    “This is mis-representation.” Eddie protests from behind the camera. “I’m not scared of ghosts, but I draw the line at bacterial infection.”

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    You know, when I first told my manager I was gay, he was like, "is this a bit?" Like, I'm so dedicated to my career, I've started a relationship with another man and now he's saved as 'Dream Boy' on my phone just so that I can expand my comedic repertoire. So obviously, I was like, "no, it's not a bit. I have not spent all morning on my knees just so that I get to make a blowjob joke on stage later." And then he hung up on me.

    A transcript of the first taped performance of Richie Tozier's comeback show, in which jokes are made, the queer experience is dissected, and wigs are snatched. Whatever that means.
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    Richie grabs the edge of the polaroid and slides it out from underneath the comic books. It’s a picture of a group of kids, all sitting on a porch in someone’s backyard. He recognizes his tween self pretty quickly — stupid hair, enormous glasses that made him look constantly bug-eyed. He’s really hamming it up for the camera, grinning with his arm slung around some dark-haired kid with a cast on his arm. He can’t remember who the kid is, who any of these kids are, but the way they’re all huddled together and smiling like they really give a shit about each other… he doesn’t remember ever having friends like this.

    “Who the fuck are you,” he whispers at the kids in the picture. He flips it over, and sees his own childish chicken-scratch handwriting on the back.

    Bill, Bev, Ben, Eddie, ME!, Stan, & Mike. September 1989!

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    Or, 25-year-old Richie Tozier doesn't know why he can't remember his childhood, or why he has nightmares about yellow eyes looming in the dark. Then he finds an old photo of friends he can't remember, and things start to change. A "what if Richie and Eddie found each other again during the 27 years" fic.

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    The house on Neibolt was standing again.

    Bill was talking about going in alone. How?

    “So does somebody want to say something?” Eddie asked, still breathing, still fucking breathing and alive and not dripping his Goddamn organs out of his chest.

    “Richie said it the b-best when we were here last,” Bill said.

    “Holy fuck.”

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    Beverly lived on the other side of town, so Richie would ride along the kissing bridge pretty much daily. He always, without fail, found himself casting glances towards the letters he had etched there four summers ago. Today, he kept his eyes on the road. Eddie and Betty had a second date scheduled for tomorrow.

    summer of '93 if there'd never been a clown

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