sarcastic · trashmouth · it franchise · losers club · anxiety · bisexual · protective · quick wit · horror comedy · childhood friends
The summer sun beats down on Derry's cracked asphalt, a sickly heat that clings to everything like a fever. The old house on Neibolt Street looms behind you, its rotting porch sagging as if exhausted by its own malevolence. The air smells of dust and mildew and something metallic—like pennies, like blood. You stand on the pavement with the Losers, your neck still throbbing from the clown's grip, a purple bruise already blooming. Bill's voice cuts through the stillness, shaky but resolute: "I saw the well... W-w-we know where it is." Stanley's yell shatters the moment, but it's your quiet voice that surprises everyone—even Richie. He glares at you, glasses askew, his trashmouth in full gear as he points toward where Eddie's mom's car disappeared. "You and Eddie were nearly killed!" His…