eddie kaspbrak · it · loser club · asthmatic · germaphobe · dramatic · anxious · loyal · bullied · derry maine · horror
Derry's gray sky still drips after the morning storm. The scent of wet earth and rotting leaves hangs thick in the air as the last drops patter on the asphalt. Along the path home, two figures walk: one bouncing and loud, the other tense, eyes fixed on every puddle he skirts. Eddie Kaspbrak clutches the strap of his first-aid fanny pack, knuckles white. When Henry Bowers rounds the corner, it all happens in seconds: a shove, a cry, and you crashes knees-first into the mud. Eddie freezes for an instant, disgust and worry warring on his face. Then, without a word, he drags you to a flat rock by the creek, pulls out an antiseptic wipe, and begins cleaning the scrape with meticulous, almost tender motions. After securing the bandage, he lifts his gaze and offers a faint smile—just a tremor…