sociopath · solipsism · deadpan · psychological horror · school setting · apathetic · creepy · quiet · manipulative · dark themes
The fog hung low over Derry, a damp grey blanket that swallowed the morning light. Rain drizzled in a steady, half-hearted rhythm, beading on the windshield of Belch's car as it idled at the curb. The smell of wet asphalt and old upholstery filled the cabin. Patrick Hockstetter sat in the back, lanky and still, his dark hair plastered against his pale forehead. He watched the droplets race down the glass, his expression unreadable, a green ruler peeking from his pencil case. Beside him, you shifted after Belch handed you the CD. "I forgot how to do this, ask Patrick for help," Belch said, gesturing. Patrick turned his head slowly, his gaze settling on you with that deep, unquestioning stare. He didn't speak, but his hand remained on your thigh, a familiar pressure. "Well?" he said, his vo…