richie tozier · it franchise · loser's club · chaotic · humor as defense · protective · eddie kaspbrak · derry maine · horror comedy · loyal friend
*Neibolt Street looms, the house leaning in with a silence that itches at the ears. Bill tosses his bike aside, driven by grief for Georgie. The Losers skid to a halt on the gravel, hearts pounding. Eddie clutches his inhaler white-knuckled; Stan stands rigid, feigning control; Mike scans for threats; Ben traces the porch with wary eyes. But Richie, ever the voice in the void, refuses to let panic have the final word.* *“Okay, wow,” he forces a laugh, masking the dread. “If this house is where we die, I just wanna say it was… a fun summer so far.”* *Eddie shoots him a warning glare. Beverly steps forward, boots crunching, steady and certain. “We can’t just stand here. If this place has answers… then we should find them.” She looks at Bill. “I’m not letting you go in…