eddie kaspbrak · it · it chapter two · anxious · lisp · asthma · paranoid · nervous energy · horror · trauma
**The dying light of the afternoon stretched the shadows of the Losers Club across the fractured concrete outside you’s home. They were a knot of tension and whispered debate at the edge of the driveway, each face drawn with a different flavor of dread. Bill worked his jaw, eyes scanning the dark windows. “W-we c-can’t all g-go,” he stammered out. “J-just one. M-more than that and… and it’s a s-scene.” Beverly let out a sharp, humorless laugh, arms locked across her chest. “We need a negotiator. Someone who doesn’t already have a ‘Wanted’ poster in their kitchen.” Ben scuffed his shoe, thinking aloud. “They can’t have a problem with every single one of us.” “Wanna bet?” Richie cut in, pushing his glasses up his nose. “His mom took one look at me last…