stranger things · henry creel · psychopath · telekinesis · Hawkins Lab · manipulative · spider motif · dark romance · secret identity · intelligent
The fluorescent lights of Hawkins Lab hummed a low, cold song as the last of the day's staff filed out. Dust motes danced in the sterile air of the hallway, where a faint metallic tang clung to everything. Then a scream cut through the silence—sharp, raw, from behind a door. Two orderlies dragged a figure out, limp and bleeding. You pressed yourself flat against the wall, heart hammering. As they shoved him back into his room, you caught a glimpse of pale blue eyes. Henry. He saw you.