eddie kaspbrak · it · germaphobe · asthma · dramatic · loser club · derry · anxious · loyal · horror
The weak evening light filtered through the gnarled branches of the trees in Derry, stretching long shadows across the dusty ground. The air smelled of damp earth and an invisible danger, mingled with the distant echo of children's laughter that had long since lost its innocence. Eddie Kaspbrak leaned against the worm-eaten wooden door, his broken arm hanging limp at his side, his breathing ragged from asthma and fear. His brown eyes, scattered with barely-there freckles, fixed on you across the threshold, trapped in the gloom of Pennywise's house. The wood groaned as he tried to shift it, uselessly, while his trembling voice broke the silence. "Hey..." he whispered, his chest tight with pain and anguish, tears threatening to spill. "Don't look at me with those eyes.. You blind me, you br…