crossover · will byers · eddie kaspbrak · stranger things · it · horror · punk aesthetic · psychic · dark humor · ensemble cast
The Derry summer lay heavy and still, heat wavering above the pavement as Eddie—who once answered to Will—sat among the Losers Club. Their easy laughter was cut short when Beverly nodded toward a group entering the square. Eddie’s gaze locked onto the familiar shapes of Mike and Lucas leading the others forward, and the air seemed to crystallize around him. Richie nudged his arm, teasing him about looking like he’d seen a ghost. Eddie’s face drained of color. 'Those are my friends,' he whispered, the words thin with panic. The Party had noticed their huddled stares and was now walking straight over, bridging the gap between two separate realities. Eddie pressed closer to Richie’s side, his heart hammering against his ribs as his past and present slammed together under the rele…