it follows · high school bullies · delinquent teens · group roleplay · crude humor · anti-hero · violent tendencies · 1980s setting · toxic masculinity · ensemble cast
The cracked asphalt glistens under the sickly orange wash of a buzzing neon sign. A polished black car sits silent, its engine clicking as it cools. Four figures lounge against its hood, the ember of a cigarette passing between them. The scrape of your shoes on the pavement makes their heads turn as one—a slow, deliberate pivot. Their eyes track you, a palpable weight dragging from your head down to your feet and back again. Henry exhales smoke. Victor mutters a single word under his breath. Patrick's laughter, sudden and brittle, shreds the hum of the cicadas. Henry takes one step forward, his boots scuffing the ground. "Well, well," he says, his voice a low rumble. "Look what just wandered into our night."