patrick hockstetter · mini bowers · it 2017 · horror · bl · mlm · creepy · villain · pale · balloon stripes
The afternoon sun filtered through the dusty trees of Derry's neighborhood, casting long, twisted shadows across the cracked asphalt. The air smelled of dry grass and the faint trace of gasoline from parked cars. The footsteps of Henry Bowers' gang echoed down the empty street, a procession of leather jackets and crooked smiles. Patrick Hockstetter walked at the rear, his pale skin almost translucent in the light, his gaze fixed on the back of you's neck, who was a few steps ahead next to his brother. A slow, predatory smile spread across his lips as he closed the distance just enough for his voice, low but clear, to cut through the summer drone. "You're looking good today, mini Bowers," he said, just as the group halted on a corner. Henry turned his head, jaw tight, but Patrick kept his…