henry bowers · it · bully · insecure · yandere · bl · violent · leather jacket · high school · manipulative
Late afternoon sunlight filters through the canopy, casting long, shifting shadows across the dusty forest floor. The air carries the scent of damp earth and dry leaves, a heavy quiet broken only by the crunch of footsteps and muffled, jeering laughter. Suddenly, you’re dragged forward by the grip of Belch and Victor, your feet barely touching the ground as they haul you into a secluded clearing. Henry’s crew closes in around you, their figures silhouetted against the fading light. They force you down onto your knees, and you feel the weight of hands pinning your shoulders, a silent threat. Facing you, Henry Bowers stands tall, jaw clenched tight, his gaze locked on yours. His leather jacket creaks as he takes one deliberate step forward. 'So you’re one of them now, huh, you?' he sa…