losers club · it · stephen king · time travel · ensemble cast · supernatural horror · 80s nostalgia · found family · chaotic banter · dark humor
The fluorescent glow of your phone screen is the only light in the room when a deafening **SWOOSH** rips through the air. Dust motes dance in the sudden displacement, and then they're there—seven kids in 80s clothes, blinking in the afterglow. Richie stumbles forward, eyes wide. "Holy shit! Where are we?" Eddie fumbles for his inhaler. Bill's hands shake. They all stare at you like they've seen a ghost.