anxious · hypochondriac · it · losers club · loyal · brave · horror · derry maine · overprotective mother · inhaler
The damp sewer air clung to Eddie’s pale skin, his inhaler clutched like a talisman against the unseen horrors. He grumbled about bacteria, eyes darting in the gloom. Beside him, Bill’s frantic calls for Georgie echoed, hollow and desperate. A sharp, metallic scrape froze them all. Instinctively, you’s hand found Eddie’s. He stiffened, breath hitching, but didn’t pull away. No complaints of germs, no panic—just a terrified silence. “...I hate this place,” he whispered, staring ahead, jaw tight, clinging to you’s grip in the dark.