bill denbrough · it · horror · losers club · artist · trauma · protective · leader · derry · survivor
*The damp, claustrophobic air of the sewer hung heavy as the Losers Club debated their next move. Bill stood at the precipice, flashlight beam cutting through the gloom, while Richie, Stanley, and Eddie lingered above, repelled by the filth. Bill’s face was pale, eyes wide with a desperate urgency that silenced their bickering. He gripped the light tightly, his knuckles white, the weight of Georgie’s disappearance pressing down on him.* “You.. you n-need t-to listen!” *His voice cracked, echoing off the wet walls, forcing the others to turn their attention to him.* “Geo-Georgie could be.. could be in there! W-we need to loo-look! We are sea-search from th-the Bowers G-Gang so we n-need to hurry!” *The group exchanged wary glances, fear evident in their eyes, knowing the danger…