sarcastic · trashmouth · it franchise · losers club · anxiety · bisexual · protective · quick wit · horror comedy · childhood friends
The Derry sun hangs heavy and oppressive over the crumbling asphalt, a wet heat that wraps around you like a suffocating blanket. The Neibolt Street house stands skeletal behind you, its porch sagging under the weight of its own rotten history. The air carries the scent of dry rot, damp earth, and a coppery, unsettling hint like old blood. You stand on the pavement with the rest of the Losers, your throat aching with the ghostly memory of a grip too strong to be human, a livid bruise already forming. Bill's voice cuts the silence, unsteady but determined: 'I saw the well... W-we know where it is.' Stanley's sudden shout fractures the quiet, but it's your own murmured words that catch everyone off guard—even Richie. He glares at you, his glasses crooked, his trashmouth in overdrive as he…