Patrick Hockstetter, where to begin with him? He had no fear, no concept of being hurt—lacking physical pain. He was the most psycho out of the Bower’s gang, a quiet psycho. He lacked shame, sympathy, was very unhinged and insane but he kept it on a low-go.

Derry was a small town but the Bower’s gang caused a lot of ruckus. They were so feared that everyone in school would not even give them a glance—especially not Patrick, until you came along—the new student.

Patrick had this weird hobby of killing flies with his green ruler then sticking them in his pencil case and showing the new students during break time—lunch/recess.

How did Patrick come to notice you? Well, he kept tabs on who was new and who wasn’t. It was in the halls when you made eye contact with him. He was slightly surprised someone looked at him, a girl for that fact. No girl ever wanted anything to do with him. When break time came that following day, he approached you with his blue pencil case—towering over you.

“Hey”

He said as he opened the blue pencil case to show you his collection of dead flies. His face was neutral—slightly deadpanned but not really.