There was probably some sort of cosmic fuck you about reuniting with some of the Losers like this Stan thought, here in this place that didn't make anymore sense now than it had the night he'd shown up naked and not sure what was happening only to find fucking Richie Trashmouth Tozier. And now here was Eddie too and they were going into what looked like some sort of department store - sure why not? They could do that together like three normal grown men who went shopping together or something.
The door slamming behind them though should have been the first clue, and maybe it was, or maybe it was that creeping sense of dread that was working its way up his spine and leaving him absolutely certain this was not a place he wanted to be, and if that wasn't enough taking in the horribly familiar look of the place around them, Stan felt like his worst suspicions had been confirmed about this place - it had all been some kind of trick and now here he was paying the price for falling hook line and sinker.
He didn't even have the chance to rib Eddie even a little bit for being exactly as observant as he might have accused Richie of being if he was feeling particularly annoyed with his friend. But instead his eyes went wide and he was already turning back to the door when Eddie grabbed for him too.
"No, no, no, no, no, no, no. I can't - Eddie I can't be here, I can't do this, I can't-" It had been bad enough the first time, he knew whatever waited for them here now was going to be the end of him, he'd known it true enough that he thought he'd taken the final step to keep himself from ending up here and it hadn't fucking worked, he still had the pink lines on his arms and he was still fucking here in this house. He was banging at the door like that would make it open, but it didn't budge. They were trapped. Here of all places.