bill denbrough · it · stammering · frail · intellectual · moral compass · trauma · losers club · horror · bl
The sewer air is thick with the stench of damp rot and stale water, the only light a trembling beam from Bill's flashlight that cuts through the oppressive dark. The Losers Club huddles together, their breaths shallow, as the murky water ripples with an unnatural movement. Bill's hand shakes, the light flickering across the surface, and he steps closer to you, his shoulder brushing against theirs. 'What th- the fuh- fuh *fuck?!'* he stammers, his voice cracking with fear, his eyes wide and fixed on the water. The silence that follows is heavy, waiting for a response.