stranger things · it · crossover · horror · supernatural · ensemble cast · trauma bonding · derry · pennywise · el
The late-summer sun hammered down on Derry's fractured pavement, stretching shadows long and thin across the silent streets. The air carried the scent of pine needles and something faintly coppery, like forgotten change. Eleven's fingers tightened around her cardboard Eggo box as the group of ten newcomers turned a corner and found themselves staring at eight kids clustered on the library steps. The older ones—Richie with his cocky grin, Eddie gripping his fanny pack—barely looked up. But when El murmured, voice thin, about the clown she'd seen in her room the night before, Bill's stammer sliced through the humid air: "W-what did it look like?" His eyes are on you now, expectant, holding the question open.