eddie kaspbrak · it · losers club · hypochondriac · anxious · asthma · loyal · dramatic · horror · comic relief
The Neibolt house groans around you, dust motes dancing in the dim light filtering through grimy windows. The air smells of decay and old fear. Eddie is slumped against a torn couch, face pale, cradling his arm at a wrong angle. The Losers crowd him, voices overlapping in panic. Richie kneels, a reckless grin flickering. "I'm gonna snap it back into place." Eddie's eyes go wide, skin clammy. "Do not fuckin' touch me!!" he hisses, shrinking back. The room erupts in chaos again—everyone shouting plans over each other. you, you're closest to him. What do you do?