#victor-vic-criss

[chaoscawser]

peek-a-boo

[notsosillyanymore-ehbatman]

That's right, the quality got worse (I'm going to commit crimes)

[princess-glassred]

Here's what I think the Bowers Gang would dress up as for halloween:

Henry would probably go as something that would specifically scare a member of the losers club, like he finds out Richie is scared of Clowns so he goes as like a scary murder clown just to fuck with him.

Belch is such an ignortant weirdo he would unironically dress as a mexican for halloween (not in brownface, just the outfit). He shows up at Henry's house in just a poncho and sombrero like "Hola, biblioteca :D! Let us attend la fiesta!". Bonus points if he's holding maracas too.

Vic is a prissy asshole so I don't think he'd even dress up, I think he'd just wear one of those t shirts that says "this is my costume".

Patrick goes as a real life serial killer, probably Ted Bundy or Ed Gein.

[eddi3spaghetti]

It characters as cursed images

[cl0wnsoda]

Proof that there is still good people in this world 😍🥰🙏

[lavender-vixen]

Hi!!! I was wondering if you could do the Bowers gang and their types? (specifically in women)

Thank you and have a lovely day🫶

Henry Bowers. His cassettes are stacked with AC/DC, Motörhead, and Slayer, setting the tone for his raw, unapologetic vibe. He’s got a thing for lowbrow art—graffiti and bold caricatures speak to him. His architectural taste? Brutalism—strong, unyielding, and a little intimidating, just like him. Henry’s passions include military history and any movie about outlaws and renegades—he’s drawn to stories of rule-breakers who make their own way. So, how do you capture the heart of a guy like Henry? It takes patience and timing. Henry doesn’t give his attention freely. He needs time to warm up. Unlike some of his friends, who might strike up a flirty conversation outside the drugstore, Henry’s more reserved. If you’re lucky enough to catch his eye, you’ll get a polite, confident smile. He’s focused and driven, whether he’s heading to school or work, so don’t expect to distract him when he’s in the zone. But catch him during his downtime—at a diner, a drive-in movie, a concert, or hanging out by the quarry—and you’ll see a different side of him. Give him 10-15 minutes to get to know you, and once he’s interested, that's it. Henry’s idea of romance is taking you to secret spots, like tucked-away restaurants on the edge of town, where it’s just the two of you. He’s dashing, clever, and ambitious—a guy who values hard work and intelligence. Compliment his sharp mind and unrelenting drive, and he’ll be hooked. For the girl who really piques his interest, Henry has a surprisingly sweet side. He’s polite, attentive, and especially patient with someone who’s his complete opposite. Want to impress him? Show a genuine curiosity about his world—his music, his favorite movies, and even his knowledge of weapons (yes, he’ll teach you). Beneath his tough exterior, Henry craves what he never had—a sense of family and belonging. If you come from a loving, supportive home, he’ll be drawn to that and quietly envious, but it’ll only make him want to be closer to you. Show him kindness, curiosity, and a little boldness, and you just might unlock his softer side.

Henry's type: Women who have the patience and strength to break through his tough exterior. He's not the type to hand out his attention lightly, so if you manage to catch his eye, you've earned it. He values intelligence and ambition, but it's not just about brains. Henry appreciates a woman who knows how to stand her ground, someone who's independent and confident enough to challenge him and still hold her own. He's intrigued by strength and authenticity, especially for someone who isn't afraid to push boundaries with him. He wants someone who can offer him the sense of belonging he's been craving, and if you're the kind of girl who can be both bold and nurturing, you'll see a side of him no one else gets to see.

Vic Criss. It's winter in Maine, where the mountains are blanketed in snow, and Vic is tearing up the slopes of Shawnee Peak in Bridgton. He’s quiet at first, a little reserved, but when he asks you out, there’s a magnetic pull in his gaze that’s impossible to ignore. The date? Oh, it’s going to be an adventure—snowboarding down the powdery slopes, even if you’ve never tried it before. Vic has stamina and determination, and he’s all about guiding you down, steadying you with a firm grip that ensures you won’t fall. Chivalry runs deep, and but it's also an excuse to get this close to you. But if you do happen to wipe out, and he’s right there with you, tangled up in the snow? Well, that’s an invitation for a little more intimacy, and Vic knows how to make the most of that. He could spend hours skiing and snowboarding and still be ready to party with you at night. And when it comes to taking things to the next level, Vic’s got a smooth, stealthy way about him. He may seem innocent at first, but beneath that calm exterior is someone who knows exactly how to make you feel alive. He’s not the type to juggle multiple girls—Vic’s a one-girl guy, whether he’s looking for something serious or just wants a no-strings-attached kind of connection. Want to catch him in action? You’ll find him carving up the slopes just outside of Derry, ready to offer his skills, or at a local bar, moving to the rhythm of a live band, dancing so close you can feel the heat between you. And trust me, when Vic dances, he dances close—bump and grind, turning the heat up until it’s just you and him, so he can whisper in your ear, asking you to slip away from the crowd for a breath of fresh air...

Vic's type: He's all about adventure, and he's looking for someone who thrives in the moment. A woman who's not afraid to embrace the cold and brave the slopes with him is his ideal match. Vic will guide you if you're not seasoned, he's patient, and uses the opportunity to get close and share a quiet intimacy between the rush of adrenaline. He appreciates a woman who's both daring and grounded, someone who can keep up with his energy and steady him when needed. If you're into the thrill of the outdoors and the quiet moments in between, Vic will want you by his side, whether it's for an intense day on the mountain or a night out dancing to a live rock band. Once he's into you, it's all about you. His ideal girl is confident enough to let him in, but knows when to pull back and let him take the lead.

Belch Huggins. He's the kind of guy who makes a name for himself in all the right ways, with a reputation that screams danger—but don't let that fool you. Outside of his crew, he’s got a surprisingly sweet side. Known for his killer sense of humor, he’s the life of the party, cracking jokes, telling wild stories, and keeping everyone on their toes with his playful pranks. His charm is magnetic, especially when there’s booze involved. But don't try to catch him during the day—he’s all business, laser-focused on whatever work he’s doing, making him hard to approach. If you want to catch his attention, you’ve got to catch him at night, when he’s ready to let loose. During holidays and school breaks, though, you can forget about his work. That's when he’s the most fun, always mingling and finding a way to connect. And if you want to catch his eye, there’s a certain way to dress: high heels, short skirts, and bold makeup. If you're not rocking that look, Belch might just assume you’re not interested—or worse, already taken. So, always dress to impress—even in winter. If you’re not up for the cold-weather "Huggins uniform," throw on a thermal jacket and mittens, or maybe some edgy fishnets to keep it stylish and warm. You can’t flirt when your teeth are chattering. And sharing a cup of hot chocolate outdoors? That’s a perfect excuse to be near him. Once you're in his circle, the fun doesn’t stop. Instead of the usual haunts, you could be planning your own pre-game parties. Introduce Belch to a drinking game, but keep it short—anything longer and you’ll be crawling home, and once your words start slurring, he’s out. The holiday season’s the perfect time to make things more intimate. Throw a holiday party with his favorite drinks and a little mistletoe for that perfect chance to get closer.

Belch's type: He's drawn to women who are bold, confident, and know how to have fun and let loose. He loves a good time and wants a woman who can match his wild energy, especially when the drinks are flowing. If you can keep up with his antics and aren't afraid to laugh at his crazy jokes, you'll have his attention. He likes women who know how to dress like those sexy, rocker chicks in magazines, something edgy and fun. Belch wants someone who's not afraid to be the life of the party with him, whether it's pulling pranks or engaging in extreme dares. But beyond his playful exterior, he does appreciate the women who can show him a little bit of real connection. If you're the type to hang with his crowd and still stand out with your own quirks, you're the kind of girl who'll have Belch noticing you more and keeping you close.

Patrick Hockstetter. He's a man of extremes, and he wears his passions unapologetically. He’s the kind of guy who can knock back drinks with the best of them. When he's not partying, he's out there conquering the outdoors, shredding on his guitar, or carving up the slopes on skis and snowboards during Maine's winter. He loves snow, especially the kind that comes in a little bag. But don’t mistake his rugged hobbies for a lack of depth. He’s more laid-back than Henry and Belch, but there’s something about him that makes every word feel like a gut punch of honesty. Patrick doesn’t sugarcoat anything. He’ll look you dead in the eye and say, “You are the absolute love of my life,” and he means it—even if you've only known him for a few hours. But, brace yourself, because he’s not done: “By the way, you need to get your split ends cut.” He’ll drop these little truths with no warning, like he’s been holding onto them just for you. He’s brutally real, even when you don’t want him to be. And if you ask him for a ride home after a party? He’ll give it to you—no questions asked. But don’t think he won’t let you know how it is: “Not the smartest move, giving a stranger your address. I could’ve been anyone.” He won’t let it slide, but somehow, it’s hard to be mad when you can see that he’s genuinely looking out for you. New to the gang? Patrick's got you covered. He’ll pay for everything, and if you try to refuse, he’ll flash that wicked grin of his and say, “I got it.” It won’t stop there. For weeks, he'll insist—always the first to foot the bill. Then, just when you think he's done, he'll write his number on your hand before you head out, flashing that look again, daring you to say no to a date in return.

Patrick's type: He's into women who can handle all those different sides of him. He'll be drawn to someone who can keep up with his adventurous side, whether it's partying, exploring abandoned buildings, or indulging in a little recreational drugs (hey, it's the 80s). But it's not just about the craziness. Patrick respects a woman who's real and honest, no filter, so he needs someone who can take it and dish it back. A woman who can show him real curiosity about his world, his music, his philosophy, his darker interests...that will intrigue him. But beneath his tough, raw exterior is someone who's craving deeper connection but doesn't really know how to offer or accept it. If you're a little forward, a little sweet, and can match his intensity shot for shot, Patrick will see you as someone worth sticking around for. If he deems you interesting enough, he might steal you away from the group for long, late-night walks, talking about anything from existentialism to playing dumb little games like 'never have I ever.' He also likes a girl who isn't clingy. If you don't hear from him for a few days, don't bombard him with calls. Chances are he just needs to cool off and recharge. He'll be back again with a renewed longing to spend time with you.

[dumbdumbartprojects]

dont ask questions that are gonna make him even more emotionally constipated

[miyuuuki]

Kinda Crazy…

SYNOPSIS: Dating vic was a roller coaster, more-so considering his violent and cunning nature.

PAIRING: Victor Criss/Masc!Reader

WARNINGS: slut shaming, body shaming, misogyny, slightly toxic relationship.

A/N: quite different from usual content, but I still very much love IT. This is kind of loosely based off of Selena Gomez’s Kinda Crazy song. Really trash but hope y’all enjoy loll.

———

You and Vic were a fling, a couple who lasted first semester and barely making it to second.

you did love him, but truly, you couldn’t handle his violence and his behavior.

Even though vic was the “least toughest” or “nicest” member out of all the bowers gang, he was still cruel.

He posed as though he had strong morals, but you knew it all to be untrue.

You’ve noticed how everyone you were once so close to distanced themselves from you, and how anyone who looked at you wrong, always seemed to be hurt.

You’ve even witnessed the countless acts hes done. Burning kids with cigars, jumping people who either wronged you in the past or touched you.

Being misogynistic out of the blue, screaming insults at the losers, especially to both Beverly and Richie.

Calling Beverly, insults such as “skank”, “slut”, “whore”, and many more.

Beating or humiliating Richie, with insults.

You felt as if you couldn’t even touch, speak, or even look at someone without them getting hurt. And you were tired of it, because no matter how much you tried communicating with him, he’d repeat the same empty promise.

“I promise I’ll change, I’ll try.”

So eventually you were fed up and ghosted him, and not too long, broke off the relationship.

By now you still have lingering feelings for him, though barely. At least that’s what you think.

Though you couldn’t say the same for Vic. He’d been calling your phone line, harassing you at school and so on.

And the fact your houses were opposite of each-other, didn’t help at all either.

He could see through your window, and easily visit your house. Though he hadn’t done that, yet.

Right now you were in your bedroom, doing a school project with a classmate.

And it also so happened to be Greta. A girl who slept around, especially with that Patrick guy. It’s rumored they first slept together in 5th or 6th grade.

Greta, was a bitch. No sugarcoating, right now she was barely doing anything. All she had tried to do was you.

“Greta, just go home. I’ll finish the project.”

“If you say so.” She says with a wink before leaving.

You sighed before continuing, you were disturbed by a phone call, once you answered a familiar voice appeared.

“Why did I see Greta fucking Keene coming out of your house?” You heard Vic’s voice.

“What’s it to you?” You said with a annoyed tone.

“Did you do something with that fucking whore!? If so, (name), I’ll fucking kill her! Do you hear me!?” He screamed into the microphone.

“Fucking shit, vic. Do you hear yourself!? You sound like Henry! Fuck off already, it’s been months. Move. On.” You said anger evident in your tone.

irritated, you pulled out the plug of your landline as that wasn’t the only call you received that day.

Though you failed to see Vic watching you through his window.

“Vic? The fuck are you doing here?” Greta said, angered that she was interrupted from harassing beverly.

“What did you and (name) do the other day at his house?” He asked with a shallow tone.

“What’s it to you?” She said.

“What did you do, Greta.” He demanded.

“Why the fuck do you need to know? Don’t tell me you’re still not over him. It’d be pathetic if it’s true.” Greta said laughing.

“Did your whore ass sleep with him!? if so I can gut you like a fucking fish right now.” Reaching into his pocket to hold the switchblade he stole from Henry, though not yet showing it.

“If I said yes?” Greta said with a laugh.

“I’ll make you regret even looking in his direction.” Vic said, grabbing Greta’s hair with a tight grip while grabbing the switch blade.

“Hey!! L-let me go! What the fuck are you trying to do!!?” She screamed.

“Teaching you a fucking lesson, goddamn whore.” Vic responded.

Here you were, in history class watching everyone present, one thing you noticed was Greta not being fucking present.

‘Where the fuck is this bitch, I didn’t fucking write shit for her to read off of just so she can be fucking absent.’ you bitched in your head.

You rose your hand, and asked to go to the bathroom. The teacher agreed so you went out.

“Is she skipping..?” you mumbled wondering.

she said she’d be here today, now where the fuck is she.

You went into the bathroom and was about to go in a stall before someone grabbed the jacket you were wearing and slammed you into the wall.

“What the fuck-! Vic!? You’ve got to be kidding me..” You said, already annoyed.

“Tell me. What did you and Greta do!?” He said.

“Why the fuck do you need to know, leave it alone Vic.” You responded.

“Fine then. You made it easier for me.” Vic said before walking out.

“Easier, how!? Vic!” You said confused.

You thought wondering what he could mean by that.

‘Holy shit.’ You thought before running out after him.

———

TAGLIST:

@akiraackerman19 @lizzhearthz @call-me-nev

[s6xpunk77]

Vic Criss GIF Dump? Collection? idk

Belch then Henry then Patrick🤗

All my gifs of him : All Victor Criss GIFS

[barrackspredator]

reader x belch and reader x vic hcs please!

I feel like I've written quite a few Belch headcannons already, so for my sake I'm taking a break from writing about Belch so much and spread some love to Vic <3.

Victor x Reader Headcannons

Vic has always been a quiet, reserved boy. The kind of guy to always have his headphones in, and it was no different when he was dating

He loves sharing his music tastes with his partner, shoving his headphones over his partner's ears before pressing the start button on his Walkman

Trying to have deep talks with Victor is like talking to a brick wall unless you caught him at the right time

Victor himself is a guy with lots of emotions, but his reserved nature (and fear of looking weak) keeps him from being entirely emotionally available to his partner

His safe space is his room, so being invited over is incredibly rare

Maybe after about 5 months of dating, he'll invite his partner over to just hangout in his room

He's big on sleeping

His ideal date is inviting his partner over and simply napping for hours while their limbs are tangled together

Despises having the gang around his partner

Small talk is okay, but deep talks while high are his favorite, especially when he gets to discuss his plans and silly things

He isn't really the jealous type. He just doesn't really care all that much

Vic doesn't talk much but his facial expressions speak for him

Emotionally neglectful boyfriend. Do not come to this man with problems because he will not know how to respond

Painfully blunt and hurtful sometimes

"Do I look fat in this?" "May I suggest workout clothes instead?"

Conflict and arguments are his least favorite aspect of dating, especially because he's actually very good at arguing. However, he sucks at consoling, so after arguing his little heart out he cannot console his weeping partner

[patrickhockstettersweden25]

Patmaxxing

@notclickbaitpennywise, try to beat that, or hell, try to beat these as well:

VictorMaxxing:

BelchMaxxing:

And henrymaxxing pro max:

Also for @henry-the-winner

[huivsharik]

•° 𝑃𝑒𝑑𝑜𝑣𝑘𝑎°•

Part 2. (the final)

The shade falling from the trees hardly saved from the heat. You stop when you spot a grocery store nearby.

-It's too hot, should we go buy some water?

-Wait at the store.

Before Hockstetter could finish listening, he was already heading towards the store, and you were still standing in the shade, under a tree. Taking a notebook out of her bag, she made a kind of fan out of it to cool down somehow. Pulling her hair back into a low ponytail, she noticed that he hadn't been there for a long time and reluctantly moved forward, but Patrick had already left the store with two bottles of water.

-Let me guess, you didn't buy them, did you?

-You're so smart. - Pat smiles, holding out a small, icy bottle of water.

— Okay.

The guy just shrugged his shoulders and you continued on your way in silence, which caused some discomfort. You decided to speak first because you still didn't understand Patrick's desire to walk.

-Why would you come home with me?

-I just wanted to go for a walk. I thought so, because we've crossed paths so many times, but we've never had a good conversation

-If you hadn't pinched me in front of everyone and didn't always call me by your idiotic nickname, maybe communication would have developed.

-It's already formed, isn't it? - Patrick takes a few small steps forward and turns his back to the road, keeping his eyes on you.

-I don't have a choice, you're not going to leave me alone.

Hockstetter grinned at your hand with the burn.

-We have double burns, it turns out

Patrick found it funny, and you even thought there was a glimmer of delight in his eyes. He thought there was nothing wrong with that, so he didn't even think to apologize, considering you were to blame, because your instinct for self-preservation didn't save you in time.

-How did you come up with that? I'm amazed, Hockstetter. You make me think that all the rumors around Derry about you are true.

-Then you're stupid to come with me at all. - Patrick tilts his head to the side, returning to his previous position, and walks slowly so that you can keep up with him.

-Make up your mind already.

-You have cigarettes. Won't you share it?

In the distance, you could see the red, familiar roof of the bridge, and you just exhale painfully, turning your head sharply in Patrick's direction.

-Where the fuck are you going, do you even know that it's far from our street, or did you do it on purpose? - ignoring the request of a former classmate, you walked faster, inspired at least by the fact that it was relatively dark inside, and therefore cool.

-I wanted to talk, but we still have time to get there. - Hockstetter stopped, stretched and continued to walk after you, towards the bridge.

Once inside, you sat down on the asphalt, leaning against the cold wall, and exhaled softly, putting a bottle of barely cool water to your neck. She lowered her head, looking at her hand. If you go home, you will have to travel exactly the same distance as you walked, if not more. You didn't have the energy to fight with Patrick, so for a while you just ignored his presence. He stood casually nearby, kicking pebbles, occasionally glancing at you, as if he was waiting for something. When the body cooled down, and the wind that passed through the bridge from behind passing cars gently blew over the heated body, you still raised your head to look at Patrick.

-Take it. - Taking a pack out of your pocket, you hand Patrick a cigarette. He sauntered over to you, took it, put it between his lips, took out your lighter, and lit a cigarette.

-Are you going to return it? - Hockstetter turns around in disbelief , looking into your eyes, as if you just said something stupid.

It was the first time in your memory that you could look at Patrick like that, even if it was only for a few seconds, but they were too long, which was enough for you. What was more striking was how calm he was, even thoughtful, which was unusual for him. Or, it was all about the Bowers Gang, which to some extent negatively influenced him.

-I'll take it back, I lost mine.

You already opened your mouth to express your displeasure, but in the end you just exhaled heavily, resigned to the fact that you would buy a new one.

-To hell with her.

Hockstetter nods, agreeing with your words, and silently smokes a cigarette. You would have lit a cigarette for company, too, but you didn't have the slightest desire yet, being in your thoughts. Patrick wasn't verbose either, and he looked like he wanted to say something but didn't dare.

-I haven't told anyone, but I have a strange feeling.. - as if reading your mind, Hockstetter pulls you out of your thoughts, and now you're focused on him and his words, because it's not every day you talk to a school psycho (even though you've denied it in every way) in such a surprisingly, almost calm environment.

You nodded slowly, making it clear that you were listening, and your hand reached for the pack of cigarettes to take one out. Patrick turns the chair around, lighting a cigarette for you, holding his gaze on your face for a few seconds, but after that his gaze turned back to nothing in front of him.

-I want to tell you because I feel like something is going to happen. And why do you?.. -The guy looked at the smoldering cigarette, asking himself a question.

I guess you seem a little more real to me compared to everyone else. But you're still far from that. Hockstetter turns his head in your direction, now openly examining you.

There was nothing superfluous in his gaze, not even interest. It was rather an indifferent look, not seeing anything important and interesting in front of him.

-I haven't told anyone, and I don't think I ever would.

You stare at him uncomprehendingly, ready to get up and go on your way, even though you knew it was pointless to some extent.

Hockstetter's thoughts were blown away, and you chuckled under your breath, realizing that you had misled him, or even pushed him away, but a hunch popped into your head.

-..Are you trying to tell me that it's all true? -You almost hiccuped at your words. The agonizing silence made my whole body goosebumps, shook violently, as if there was a terrible frost outside, while you silently looked into each other's eyes. The question didn't need an answer, it was a kind of confession for Hockstetter, which usually happens when the killer feels that there is no forgiveness for his actions, and even more so there is no way to start all over again, because he himself gave up on himself. You felt it, but you always denied the essence of Patrick because you weren't close to him. Yes, you saw inappropriate behavior, but you thought it was a period that everyone was going through, but it turned out to be much worse than anyone could have imagined.

Hockstetter notices the change in your face, and now he's wary, too. You get up from the asphalt without even shaking yourself off, moving away from the guy, as if this could calm you down and make you safe, but a sticky feeling of fear took over with you. Patrick didn't look like such a harmless idiot anymore, you saw a serious personality, the personality of an established murderer.

-What of everything?

-Almost everyone, many people don't know something. - Patrick gets up from the asphalt after you and takes a few steps towards you, and you stand rooted to the ground.

You backed away from Hockstetter, looking into his eyes. I hoped to see regret in them, but there was none. His gray-green eyes were almost calm, and he immediately grabbed your shoulder so that you couldn't pull away.

-Let me go. - You cut it off firmly, without raising your head.

Patrick frowns, hugging you to him, it was like a hug, but at any moment you expected that a folding knife would be in your back, or your throat would be decorated with a cut.

-I've always really liked you, you stood out from the others, and even killing animals didn't give me as much pleasure and interest as the thought of me picking your flesh with a knife. You know, you're not a stupid girl, you can't eradicate that from me, I live by it.

-Step back, Patrick. Please.. - your voice starts to tremble treacherously, tears come to your eyes, but you controlled yourself as best you could.

There was usually always a spark in Hockstetter's gray-green eyes that expressed the usual excitement, a desire to mess with you, but now, when he squeezed you in his grip, all the signals at once began to ring in your head, piercing the alarm. To run. Run, run, run and don't turn around.

-It's a pity that things are turning out this way, but everything is too complicated. And you can't be real. You can't..

The guy pulls away, not letting go of you, pressing his fingers firmly on your shoulders. Here it is, the very moment. Adrenaline surged in your blood, you miraculously twisted out and took off. The blood was boiling in your ears, you were running as fast as you could. Patrick's height played a big role, and it wouldn't have been difficult for him to catch up with you, almost at the same moment you heard his angry screams as he ran after you. You're racing, trying not to turn in any direction. You know the city well, and almost all the nooks and crannies, but rushing like a wounded antelope, while a veil of tears covered your eyes, blocking your entire view, you barely make out the road, eventually falling on the asphalt, breaking your knees in blood.

-Damn it. - The pain signal has not yet reached the brain, due to the adrenaline rush, but attempts to get up are not crowned with success. Patrick's screams can no longer be heard, but that doesn't mean it's over. A plot is already forming in my head, as Patrick comes up from behind, grabs you by the hair, and cuts your throat, and only on the third attempt do you manage to get up, dragging along the road. Your nervous system malfunctions and you start crying, smearing mascara on your face. You can see the street and the house in the distance, but you're not sure if Hockstetter won't jump out from around the corner, holding a folding knife in his hands.

You managed to reach home, but even within its walls you didn't feel safe, not now that this has happened to you, and Patrick knows your house. There was no one there, which made you uneasy, because if you have to spend the night alone, it's not the best idea. The sun was setting, going below the horizon, you close and check all the locks several times, and only after that you go up to the bathroom to treat and bandage the wounds. All the procedures took you about an hour. After getting out of the shower, you're still sobbing anxiously, glancing at your home phone. First you need to call your parents, and then call the police. The horn sounded twice, and there was no response, but a familiar car was parked in the courtyard. For a moment, you thought it was Bowers' blue car, but you breathed a sigh of relief when you saw your mom getting out of the car.

It took a long time for you to tell your father and mother the whole situation in detail, breaking into tears, in order to finally decide that you will go to the police station in the morning.

After going to your room, you couldn't sleep for a long time because of the aching pain in your knees. There were periods when you were shaking, as if from the cold, or you were hot, forcing you to throw off the blanket. The hands of the clock were already showing the second hour of the night, and with great effort, you began to fall asleep. Due to a sharp blow on the window, your heart starts pounding fast, and for a few seconds you stare thoughtlessly at one point before getting up and going to the window, which was not the best decision.

Your lighter was lying on the windowsill, and under it was a piece of paper on which it was written: "I'm sorry that I didn't finish what I started."

Your body feels like it's being electrocuted again, and you don't sleep until you have to go to the station. You put your lighter in your dresser, but you decided to take the note with you.

Your eyes were red from lack of sleep and shed tears, which made you look depressed and tired. While your parents stopped at the gas station, you got out of the car, deciding to sit on a bench in the shade.

Nearby, you notice a woman gluing a poster onto a pole. When she walks away, you see a familiar face, and you begin to understand everything.

"Missing boy, Patrick Hockstetter, 15 years old"

He didn't come home yesterday. Another missing person who almost killed you, who returned your lighter in the middle of the night.

If Patrick is no longer alive, even if that's not the case, Hockstetter will always remain a sick bastard in your head, from whom you miraculously managed to escape. The secret of which you managed to find out, even if not completely. He opened your eyes at the very last moment, and now it will never be an ordinary bully with a bunch of bullies.

And his loss has brought you, and perhaps many others, relief.

[notsosillyanymore-ehbatman]

I'm back babes

[princess-glassred]

Why does Vic Criss dress like sasha from bratz?

[eddi3spaghetti]

It characters as cursed roblox images

[cl0wnsoda]

Tbh both would be kinda slay