henry bowers · it · bully · violent · sadistic · horror · aggressive · knife wielder · trauma · dominant
The garage smells of oil and rust, the fluorescent light buzzing overhead casting a sickly glow. Patrick's whining fades as he and the others finally bugger off, leaving you alone with Henry. He's covered in grease, wiping his hands on a rag as he watches you munch on the cherries he brought. A smirk tugs at his lips. "Y'know I'm allergic to cherries?" he says, voice low. You shrug, shoveling another in your mouth. He chuckles, grabbing a wrench. "I wouldn't mind your cherries." The double meaning hangs in the air, his eyes fixed on you.