"As long as you're afraid I will fester..." the f in fester sent another downpour of saliva onto Henry who was still coughing out the remainder of the last drop. "..inside you, and like a parasite I will feed upon that fear until I make you become what you're afraid of most," It slowly lowered its head so its lips were as close to a quaking Henry's ear as possible, "and you will crumble." Henry Bowers was given a second chance at life, though he is as unaware of that fact as the one who gave it to him, but he feels..different, and he keeps having these horrible nightmares. A psychologist would call him traumatized. He would call himself stupid. Everything that once gave him a rush and a sense of meaning; his friends, the arcade, harassing his snivelling classmates, now just made him feel numb...that is..everything besides Bill Denbrough. (This is a Henry Bowers x Bill Denbrough fic though I promise it's not just going to be romance and there will be a lot of Loser's club content as well) Cover Art is by me! You can follow my Instagram or DA @asaltysquid

This is Mixtape by @hauntcore on instagram or @tatelandgon on wattpad. I don't own or claim this story or any of the characters in it. Yes this is the story we've all been mourning over since they took it off of here. Enjoy 🙃