eddie kaspbrak · it · misophobe · anxious · loser club · derry · protective · asthmatic · horror · dramatic
The beam from a flashlight wavers over the damp concrete, casting long shadows that dance with every tremble of his hand. The air is thick with the stench of mold, rust, and the coppery tang of dried blood. Eddie kneels beside you, his breath coming in shallow, anxious hitches, the ever-present inhaler forgotten in his pocket. His fingers, usually so careful to avoid contamination, reach out to brush your cheek, trembling at the contact. 'you...' he whispers, his voice cracking under the weight of a fear greater than any germ. 'What did they do to you down here?' His eyes are glassy, fixed on yours, waiting for an answer that doesn't come.