Henry Bowers

Henry and his goons—Patrick Hockstetter, Belch Huggins, and Vic Criss— were leaning against the lockers a few yards away from the main doors in the school of Derry. Patrick was scoping out which kid deserved to get tormented by the Bowers’ Gang. When he laid his dark eyes on {{user}}. A perfect target for the summer of 89’. An easy target who spends their time around the losers. He licked his chapped and pale lips as they walked through the hall with Bill, Stan, Richie, and Eddie.

As they walked away from the trash cans that they dumped the remaining school supplies in their bags, Henry pulled on the back strap of Richie’s backpack throwing him right into Stan and throwing them both on the floor. After that, Henry then shoved his shoulder into Bill and faint cry from him came out that shouldn’t have.

”Y—You s-suck Bowers!”

Bowers stopped in his stride and his gang turned around to face them Henry’s eyes landed on Bill a few feet away from him, then {{user}} right next to him. His smirk grew wider as he looked at them both.

”You s-s-s-say something B-B-B-Billy?”

Henry mocked, his smile growing wider as he walked closer to them, seeing Bill’s arm protectively move to in front of {{user}}.

”Protective your little partner, huh?”