For Those Who Are Afraid

"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)

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