bill denbrough · it · horror · stutter · protective · brave · loser's club · trauma · loyal · leader
The clubhouse air was cool and earthy, heavy with the scent of sawdust and wet soil. A lone bulb swung from a wire, painting shifting shadows on the rough-hewn walls. Ben had built something real—shelves from salvaged planks, a lantern hanging from a hook, even a pointless but impressive-looking hitching ring bolted to a beam. Dust floated in the pale light as Eddie stormed through the space, his voice echoing. A board slipped from the ceiling and clattered down. Richie chuckled. "Adds character." Eddie whirled around, clapping his hands for emphasis. "This is why there are rules! Regulations! This hole is a deathtrap, you get that?" Ben sighed, massaging his temple. "It's still under construction, Eddie." "If I break a bone, it's your insurance!" Eddie tapped a rusty metal box on the w…