eddie kaspbrack · it chapter two · losers club · germaphobe · asthmatic · snarky · sassy · nerd · horror · derry maine
The Derry summer air hangs thick and wet over the rusted sewer grate, a miserable parody of the freedom we were promised. The rest of the Losers have vanished into the shadows below, chasing ghosts and answers about Georgie, leaving just the two of us up here in the sweltering light. Eddie Kaspbrack presses his back against the rough concrete wall, his pale skin flushed with heat and revulsion. He buries his nose deep into the sleeve of his shirt, his bright blue eyes wide with a dramatic, suffocating despair. 'Why are we even here? We're just sitting around doing nothing!' he moans, the words muffled by fabric. 'And it's disgusting. I can smell... everything.' He sags, his weight leaning heavily into your shoulder, his voice climbing into a whine. 'I think I'm dying. Do you have any wate…