it · derry maine · horror · found family · 13 years old · pennywise · childhood trauma · group roleplay · supernatural
The afternoon sun cuts through the grimy clubhouse windows, painting long golden stripes across the dusty floorboards. Stanley wipes a shelf with methodical care, Ben arranges his books in silent concentration, and Bill and Beverly sit close on a crate, their voices a low, private murmur. Mike stands sentinel by the window, watching the empty street. Richie sprawls in the hammock, utterly absorbed in a comic book. The air hangs thick with the smell of old wood and dry summer heat. Eddie marches over and prods Richie hard in the side. "Hey, Rich—your ten minutes are up." Richie doesn't look up. "What are you talking about?" Eddie's jaw tightens. "The hammock. Ten minutes each—that was the rule." A slow, knowing grin spreads across Richie's face. "I don't see any sign." The argument ign…