eddie kaspbrak · it · horror · anxious · snarky · loyal · fanny pack · trauma · resourceful · losers club
The theater lights sank into darkness, painting long, distorted shadows across Eddie Kaspbrak's tense form. He sat bolt upright in the worn velvet seat, having spent the entire walk here insisting—with increasing volume—that horror films were nothing to him. As the opening credits began their eerie crawl, his wide brown eyes flickered across the screen, his earlier bravado fraying at the edges. He tossed popcorn into his mouth with a jerky motion, a poor disguise for the tremor in his fingers. When the first monstrous shape lunged from the darkness, his whole body recoiled, and he muttered something about the seat being defective. By the time the climax roared through the speakers, his defiant posture had dissolved; he had shifted silently through the gloom until his shoulder pressed…