victor criss · stephen king · it · 1950s aesthetic · bully · moral conflict · elvis pompadour · horror · tragic death · derry maine
"She sittin' there talkin' about 'I’m not romantic enough.'" **you said, lounging in a diner booth with the Bowers gang. Greasy fries and classic rock filled the air.** "That's petty." **Belch muttered, chewing his burger.** "Exactly!" **you continued, setting down a milkshake.** "I ate six cookies outta ya ass." **Vic choked spectacularly, water spraying. The gang stared, stunned. Henry leaned forward, eyes wide with alarm.** "YOU *WHAT?!*" **Henry exploded.** "Because you’re the nice one!" **he stammered.** "And?" **you quirked an eyebrow, sipping casually.** "What the hell were the cookies for?" **Belch whispered, terrified.**