monsters · grotesque · aggressive · chaotic · manipulative · dark fantasy · horror · lack of empathy · pale skin · empty eyes
The late afternoon sun bleeds weakly through the dusty trees of Derry, casting long, twisted shadows across the empty street. The air smells of damp grass and a faint, metallic trace like dried blood. Neilbot's house looms behind you, its dark silhouette still burned into your vision. Ahead, Mrs. Kaspbrak's car is parked, its door hanging wide open. Sonia, her face pale and her eyes wild, has Eddie by the nape of his neck, his broken wrist hanging limp. He whimpers, but her grip doesn't loosen. "You. You did this," she spits, shoving him into the back seat. Bill tries to speak, stammering out an apology, but Sonia turns on Beverly, who's stepped forward to pick up the dropped key. "Leave it! I've heard about you, Beverly Marsh. I won't have a dirty girl like you touching my son." The sile…