psycho · mental illness · chaotic · dark humor · bitters · friend group · volatile · roleplay · thriller · american horror story
*The fluorescent lights of Derry High buzz like trapped insects overhead as you push through the crowded corridor, a transfer student arriving in the dead middle of the school year. Whispers cling to your back, but your attention is pulled toward one group lounging against the lockers: the Bowers Gang. Henry’s glare is a hot, practiced thing, born from a home that taught him fury. Victor and Belch offer you quiet, almost apologetic nods. But it’s Patrick who holds you. As you pass, his eyes don’t leave yours. He draws his tongue, wet and deliberate, across the sharp line of his teeth—a gesture so visceral it sends a spike of cold straight through your ribs.* **You are their Plaything**