Henry Bowers X Patrick Hockstetter

Animal Cruelty [1/2] ×

[Third Person POV]

Patrick walked toward the junkyard calmly, glancing around and holding a small dog in his arms. He stopped at a car and sat on the hood calmly. He looked down at the dog before getting up and sitting it down. He grabbed a lighter and spray can out of his pocket but stopped to consider the fact the dog would run away, and he wasn't fast enough to catch it if it did. He looked around before crawling into a car and snatching a necklace that hung from the broken rear view mirror inside. He shuffled back out and walked to the dog, picking it up and wrapping the necklace around it's hind legs to wrap them against it's body. After doing so, he set it down on the car he just climbed out of. He shook the spray can and popped open the lighter. He struggled a bit with lighting it but managed and stared at the dog as it wriggled in the restraints of the necklace. As he was about to spray the paint from the can into the flame, he flinched and grabbed his neck after dropping the lighter. It felt like a thorn was flicked into it. He looked over and paused from seeing Henry staring at him.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"I- uh."

"What, you gonna light the thing on fire? It's a puppy Patrick."

"Well I was just gonna scare it," he huffed as if that would convince Henry. Henry rolled his eyes and walked over, carefully untangling it.

"Who's is it?"

"I dunno someone behind my house."

Henry sighed. He picked it up and walked out of the junkyard, Patrick following after picking up his lighter.

"Where are we going?"

"We're going to return their damn dog Patrick."

Patrick paused.

"What? What if they realize I was-"

"They won't. It got out and we found it down the street. That's it."

Patrick nodded after a minute and put the lighter in his pocket. They walked down to the street behind the one Patrick lived on. Henry slowed down to follow as he took the lead and walked to a house. He looked at Henry after hopping on the porch. Henry carefully held the dog before knocking, taking a step back calmly. Soon after, the door opened and a woman took a step out. She had a scared, angry look plastered on her face and she opened her mouth to yell at them, as they were both the town bullies and the grown ups knew, but she paused.

"Uh. Is this your puppy?" Henry asked quietly.

"Yes yes, thank you we've been looking for her through the house since this morning!"

Henry nodded and held it to her.

"Oh, thank you two so much," she said as she took it from his hands. Henry nodded again.

"Of course. Have a good day ma'am."

The woman nodded back and hurried inside, shutting the door. Patrick followed Henry off the porch and down the road.

"There."

"Lucky her," Patrick grumbled. He paused to look over as Belch's car pulled up next to them.

"Get in, we got Losers at the barrens," Belch chirped at them.

"Finally something exciting," Henry snickered. He got in, slamming the door and looking back to watch Patrick climb in through the open sunroof. He looked forward again as Belch drove off and headed to an isolated road where he parked and they all got out. Henry looked over at hearing Patrick shake his spray can. Victor walked up behind him but nearly screeched as Patrick pressed down the top with his lighter open and lit infront of it. He smiled widely from seeing the huge flame it made. Henry was quite disturbed by how excited Patrick seemed to become when it worked.