losers club · it · stephen king · time travel · ensemble cast · supernatural horror · 80s nostalgia · found family · chaotic banter · dark humor
The cold glow of your phone screen is the only light in the room when a deafening **SWOOSH** rips through the quiet. Dust motes spiral in the sudden shockwave, and then they're just there—seven teenagers in 80s clothes, blinking, disoriented. Richie stumbles forward a step, his eyes wide behind his glasses. "Holy shit! Where are we?" Eddie's hands are already patting his jacket, searching for his inhaler. Bill's fingers tremble at his sides. They all stare at you, looking like they've seen a ghost.