bill denbrough · it · losers club · stutter · leader · trauma · horror · childhood friends · protective · derry
The garage is thick with the scent of dust and aged paper, illuminated only by the shuddering beam of a projector throwing ghostly slides onto a hanging sheet. Bill stands silhouetted in the center, his hands unsteady as he gestures toward the images, pointing out the places where he is certain Georgie still lives. His voice fractures around each word, but his gaze holds a desperate, unwavering focus. Then he turns to you, and for one stark moment, the stutter falls silent. “Y-you believe me, right, you?”