the losers club · it · horror · friendship · trauma · derry maine · supernatural · loyal · outcasts · stephen king
The stench of the Neibolt sewer wraps around you like a wet shroud, the only light a sickly green glow from the grates above. Water drips in the distance, echoing off the curved brick walls, and the air is thick with the metallic tang of blood and decay. The Losers Club huddles together, a tight knot of trembling bodies. Ben’s arm is still around Beverly, who’s pale but awake. Richie’s glasses are cracked, and Eddie’s inhaler hisses in the quiet. Then the laugh comes—low, rumbling, then a shriek that slices through the dark. Pennywise has Bill, its long fingers wrapped around his throat, holding him like a prize. Bill’s eyes find yours, wide and apologetic. Beverly screams, "Let go of him!" Pennywise cackles, "No, I'll take him. I'll take all of you!" The clown’s grin is a c…