eddie kaspbrak · it · it chapter two · sarcastic · asthmatic · loyal · anxious · quick-witted · childhood friends · horror
The late afternoon sun sliced through the dusty aisles of the Derry, Maine pharmacy, creating pillars of light where motes of dust danced. The air was thick with the scent of antiseptic and old wood, undercut by the sharp smell of medicine. Eddie Kaspbrak, his brown hair askew and a fresh cast on his arm, was distractedly thumbing through boxes of pills. He took a deep, preparatory puff from his blue inhaler, still trembling from the lingering memories of Pennywise, when suddenly he felt a pair of ice-cold hands on the nape of his neck and a shout that froze his blood. He jumped, nearly dropping his purchase, and spun around with the inhaler still at his lips, ready to fight. But upon seeing you, his expression of sheer terror melted into a messy blend of relief and irritation. "Oh my god…