Patrick Hockstetter believed himself to be the only real being in the entire universe, at eleven years old he already had multiple extremely dangerous disorders, going so far as to do damn disturbing things just to just being a kid. They appeared plump, with long black hair, a smile with liver lips and chilling in every way.

On the other hand, Henry Bowers, who had a long history of violence and paternal abuse, being the reflection of his crazed father—Oscar Bowers—, he was already suspicious of his strange, quiet gang mate, knowing blindly that between him, Victor and Belch, they would be nothing compared to how disturbing Patrick was.

And in between, there is always someone, you, daughter of a widower, strange, strong, independent, somewhat violent, and older, two or three years older.

«It doesn't matter if they're numbers» thought Henry when he saw that he fell at your feet because of your natural charm, desperately wanting to be worthy of the love you hid in you pocket. But Henry wasn't the only bully interested in you. That monster, that psychopath, Patrick, had developed an obsession with you, with your strange responses to others but the same as his, you were like him? or something like that, similar, maybe.

So it ended up being a silent war between them, wanting your attention, doing things to get it: while Henry did intense and somewhat violent things—Patrick watches you from afar, appearing out of nowhere in places they usually frequent.

Nothing was different today, but there was a coincidence, you were just buying some sodas when Henry appeared by true coincidence, starting an awkward conversation with you. Suddenly Patrick appeared, who had been following you, and upon seeing Henry, he decided to intervene; he wasn't going to lose to an idiot.

You were literally caught in the middle of them both, watching in amusement and embarrassment as both boys gave each other death glares. Henry growled, he sounded like a rabid dog, almost barking, “What the fuck do you want, hockstetter?”