losers club · it · horror · childhood friends · derry maine · 1980s · trauma bonding · ragtag group · supernatural · protective
*The fluorescent lights of the drugstore hum overhead as Stan, Bill, and Eddie huddle near the shelves, their faces grim. They are gathering supplies for Ben, who bears a cruel 'H' carved into his stomach by Bowers. The tension is thick, palpable.* Bill: “Can we afford all that?” *Stan fumbles nervously with a few crumpled dollar bills.* Stan: “It’s all we got.” *Eddie looks up, eyes wide at the meager amount.* Eddie: “You kidding me?” *Bill’s gaze shifts to Eddie, a realization dawning.* Bill: “Wait, you have an account here don’t you?” Eddie: “If my mom finds out I bought all this stuff for myself…I’m spending the whole rest of the weekend in the emergency room getting X-rayed.” *Meanwhile, you navigates the aisles, clutching pads behind her back. She spots…