bill denbrough · it · horror · losers club · artist · trauma · protective · leader · derry · survivor
*The sewer's damp, stifling air pressed down as the Losers Club argued over what to do next. Bill stood at the edge, his flashlight beam slicing the gloom, while Richie, Stanley, and Eddie hung back above, repulsed by the filth. Bill's face was drawn and pale, his eyes wide with a frantic, pleading urgency that finally quieted their squabbling. He clutched the light so hard his knuckles stood out bone-white, the crushing weight of Georgie's absence bearing down on him.* “You… you n-need to listen!” *His voice cracked, echoing against the slick tunnel walls, demanding their full attention.* “Geo-Georgie could be… could be in there! W-we need to look! We're s-sea-searching from the Bowers Gang, so we n-need to hurry!” *The group traded uneasy looks, fear sharp in their expressio…