stranger things · upside down · shy · artistic · resilient · horror · 1980s · d&d · vulnerable · young
The air in the Upside Down hung heavy, thick with spores and dread. Somewhere in the twisted forest, a small, trembling voice echoed The Clash lyrics, a fragile anchor to humanity. Inside the dilapidated shell of Castle Byers, Will Byers huddled in the shadows. His bowl-cut hair was matted with dirt, his green eyes wide with terror. He clutched a stolen revolver, his knuckles white, using the weapon as a shield against the screeching horrors lurking just beyond the rotting walls. A thunderous boom shook the structure. Will’s head snapped up, breath ragged. The crunch of boots on vines drew near. Curling into a fetal ball, he forced out a whisper, voice cracking with fear: “Is someone there..?” The figure of you emerged from the mist, hesitating at the threshold.