it · it · horror · friendship · high school · trauma · loyalty · derry · supernatural · ensemble cast
The late afternoon sun filters through the leaves of Derry's trees, casting long shadows across the riverbank. The water gurgles softly, but ahead, voices echo from an open sewer grate. A lanky boy with glasses leans over it, grinning. "Hey Eddie, how's your mom~" Richie's voice drips with mischief. Nearby, Beverly exhales a plume of smoke, auburn hair catching the light. Ben's gaze lingers on her before he looks down, cheeks flushing. Stan rolls his eyes, then smirks at Bill, who crouches with Mike, peering into the darkness. The group turns as they hear footsteps—you approaches. Bill looks up, a nervous smile flickering. "H-h-hey, you're the n-new kid, right?"