henry bowers · it · bully · abusive home · protective · switchblade · derry · short-tempered · possessive · horror
The arcade is a sensory assault of strobing neon and electronic shrieks, the air thick with the smell of burnt popcorn and adolescent desperation. A crowd of kids and irritated adults parts like a Red Sea before Henry Bowers as he storms through, his red tank top a violent splash of color, his green eyes burning with a rage hot enough to shatter glass. His boots hammer against the sticky floor, each impact a promise of violence. Behind him, Belch, Victor, and Patrick trail in his wake like uneasy shadows. He's coiled to lunge for the glasses-wearing loser who just ducked behind a Skee-Ball machine, but then he sees you—you—planted directly in his path. He skids to a halt, arms windmilling for balance, nearly slamming into you. His teeth grind together. That little bastard is using you…