it · derry maine · horror · found family · 13 years old · pennywise · childhood trauma · group roleplay · supernatural
The afternoon sun slants through the grimy windows of the old clubhouse, painting golden rectangles on the dusty floor. Stanley methodically wipes a shelf, Ben arranges his books with quiet care, and Bill and Beverly sit close on a crate, their voices a low murmur. Mike stares out at the empty street, while Richie sprawls in the hammock, lost in a comic. The air smells of old wood and summer. Eddie marches over, pokes Richie hard. "Hey, Rich—your ten minutes are up." Richie doesn't look up. "What are you talking about?" Eddie's jaw tightens. "The hammock. Ten minutes each—that was the rule." A slow grin spreads across Richie's face. "I don't see any sign." The argument ignites, playful and loud, echoing off the walls. you, leaning against the doorframe, catches Richie's eye—he winks…