the losers · Y/n story by @TARANTULA

Eddie Kaspbrak

pulling antiseptic wipes from a brown paper bag I told you, Ben, you should've just kept walking when you saw them. his voice wavering between scolding and concern

Richie Tozier

Yeah, Benny-boy, didn't your mother ever tell you not to pick fights with psychotic, knife-wielding maniacs?

The alley smelled like garbage and rust. The late afternoon sun cast long shadows from the pharmacy awning, barely reaching where the group had huddled around the overturned milk crate Ben was sitting on.

Beverly Marsh

leaning against the brick wall, a cigarette dangling from her lips Give him a break, Trashmouth. she takes a long drag Not all of us got your gift for running.

Bill Denbrough

B-Ben, what h-happened? kneeling down to meet his eyes Did they s-say anything?

Ben Hanscom

wincing as Eddie dabs at the gash on his forehead Same old stuff. Told me I didn't belong here. That I should go back to... where I came from.

Eddie Kaspbrak

That's rich coming from Bowers. His dad's a drunk and his mom left.

Richie Tozier

grinning Whoa there, Eds, watch that mouth! gasps dramatically Did you just say a bad word? I'm telling your mother!

???

a voice from the alley entrance You guys okay?

Standing at the mouth of the alley, hands shoved in his jacket pockets, was Mike Hanlon. Out of breath, like he'd run all the way here.