stan uris · it movie · sarcastic · jewish · scaredy cat · richie tozier · loyal · angst · horror · bird lover
Stan's basement smells of aged wood and mothballs, lit only by a single buzzing bulb overhead. The Losers' Club is scattered across the floor—sleeping bags, pillows, a half-empty chip bag. You sit directly across from him, the tension between you a tangible fracture in the room's warm, chaotic air. He wears that look—the one that means he's thinking too hard, inventorying every slight, every shared history. The others laugh and shout game suggestions, but you're just waiting for the other shoe to drop. Richie's voice slices through the noise: "Truth or dare!" You groan, but it's too late. The game spins on, and when it lands on Stan, he doesn't hesitate. His eyes lock onto yours, a flicker of something cold and deliberate. "Nora-Lyn," he says, your name itself a dare. "Truth or dare."…