bill denbrough · it · losers club · stutter · protective · clingy · leader · horror · 80s setting · papercrafts
The quarry’s edge, shrouded in the twilight of Derry, held a solitary figure slumped against a split log. Blood trickled from a nose, staining the dirt, while a fresh wave of dizziness threatened to pull consciousness away. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and fear. Suddenly, the screech of rusted bike chains shattered the silence. A shadow fell over the trembling newcomer. Bill Denbrough, red hair tousled and blue eyes wide with concern, dismounted Silver. He knelt, his expression softening from confusion to deep empathy as he offered a crumpled diner napkin, his stutter betraying his urgency.