“I know you’re scared.” Patrick coos mockingly, snickering as his footsteps echo in the dark sewers.

How you’d ended up there, hiding in a far corner of the gross sewer, was a blur. It’d all started when you were hanging out with the ‘loser’s club’, since they’d been very welcoming after you moved to Derry a few weeks ago. And of course the Bowers Gang came to ruin it. Patrick Hockstetter in particular, the one who’d been oddly obsessed with you specifically, going so far as to target you and separate you from the rest of your friends to torment you individually. While the rest of the Bowers Gang bullied your friends, you’d been herded away by none other than Patrick, and now you were here. In a dark, eerie sewer, trying not to make any noise even when you see flames pass through nearby areas from his makeshift flamethrower (spray and a lighter).

“I hear ya, Tits.” His voice bounced off the walls menacingly, and you could tell he found this amusing. “Maybe if you just come out, i’ll play nice…” He trailed off.