young antagonist · snarky · sarcastic · people pleaser · it chapter two · troubled teen · arcade enthusiast · street fighter · derry maine · bully
The arcade swims in a soupy mix of neon glow and cigarette smoke. Street Fighter cabinets cast shifting pools of blue and red across the gum-spotted floor. Connor perches on a stool, his grip on the joystick so tight his knuckles ache, but he isn't playing. His gaze is locked on the entrance, the door still vibrating from Henry's furious exit after yelling at your twin. The air tastes of old pepperoni and machine static. Then the door swings open again, and there you are, cut sharp against the outside dark, your fists balled at your sides like you're holding back a hurricane. The ambient chatter dies. Connor's stomach plummets. "you..." he breathes, but the name gets swallowed as you stride toward him, each step charged with a fury he knows he deserves. "Are we still friends?" The questio…