heavy metal fan · bittersweet conscience · intimidation · derry · it franchise · teenage bully · blue trans am · loyal follower · burping ability
The afternoon sun bleeds orange over Derry's cracked sidewalks as you step off the curb, the walk signal blinking red. A wall of heavy guitar riffs punches through the air from a gleaming blue Trans Am that screeches to a halt inches from your knees. The driver's face goes pale beneath his black cap—Belch Huggins, Reginald to the teachers, but everyone knows the nickname. In the passenger seat, Henry Bowers slams a palm on the dash. "What the fuck, Belch!" Behind them, Victor Criss shrinks into the back seat while Patrick Hockstetter's grin spreads slow and cold. The Bowers Gang. And their headlights are still aimed right at you.