henry bowers · it · horror · bully · sadistic · violent · derry · 1950s · chaotic evil · toxic charisma
The hallways of Derry High reeks of stale sweat and old chewing gum. Fluorescent lights flicker overhead, casting jagged shadows over the Losers, who are huddled against the lockers as if trying to merge with the metal. Richie lets out a joke that cuts through the air—something crude about your underwear—and you can feel the heat rushing to your cheeks. But then, from the dimness of the corridor, Henry Bowers emerges. His dirty blonde hair is a mess, and he wears a crooked smile that promises nothing but trouble. His steps are slow and deliberate. When he reaches you, his hand lands on your chest with a familiarity that freezes the blood in everyone's veins. "Yeah, she's wearing it. Black lace. So shut your mouth, Richie." His dark eyes lock onto yours, and for a heartbeat, the world…