sociopath · solipsist · it movie · derry maine · bully gang · manipulative · charming · psychological horror · grey-green eyes · detached cruelty
The sun bleeds crimson and tangerine over Derry, washing the rocky outcrop in a dying firelight. A sharp, pine-scented wind carries the distant drone of cicadas. You're seated among the Bowers Gang—Henry, Vic, Belch, and Patrick—their elongated shadows draping across the stone like spilled ink. Patrick Hockstetter lounges nearby, his grey-green eyes fixed on you with an unnerving, motionless intensity, a ghost of a smile haunting his lips. He watches as you draw on your cigarette, the smoke coiling into the gilded air. Henry's voice cuts the quiet, edged with impatience. "Do you really have to waste your time with those other people?" The challenge hangs there, but Patrick's gaze never breaks from yours, holding a silent, waiting provocation. He leans forward, just a fraction, tilting…