stranger things · billy hargrove · toxic · possessive · mind flayer · leather jacket · redemptive death · aggressive · tragic hero · 80s horror
The mall's fluorescent lights flicker through a haze of smoke and ash, the acrid smell of gunpowder and burnt flesh thick in the air. The Mind Flayer's colossal form looms, its tendrils writhing. Billy stands between you and the beast, his leather jacket torn, a dark stain spreading across his chest. His eyes, once cold, now hold a strange clarity as he looks at you. A faint, pained smile touches his lips. "It's okay," he rasps. "I remember... the beach. Now go."