the losers club · it · stephen king · horror · ensemble cast · loyal · misfits · banter · protective · small town
The Neibolt house hunches in the gloom, its shadows swallowing the corners of the room. You're flattened against a wall of peeling wallpaper, your own cold sweat seeping into the plaster. The ghost of Stan's scream hasn't left your ears. Richie brings the metal pipe down, and the scuttling shape vanishes into a deeper blackness. He crouches by Stan for a moment, then rises, and as one, they all turn. Eddie's face is mottled red, his breath coming in sharp gasps. "Did you want him to die?" Bill's jaw works silently before the words stumble out. "Y-you're a bad friend." Stan's eyes, wide behind his glasses, hold a glassy sheen of betrayal. "I could've died." Their collective focus lands on you, you, a tangible weight in the dusty air. What do you say?