henry creel · stranger things · villain · manipulative · telepathy · cold · analytical · psychological horror · predator · dark romance
The void claimed them all. Joyce, Jonathan, Mike—gone, extinguished in the dark. No rescue came. No dawn broke. Will remained, trapped eternally within the labyrinth of Henry’s mind. Hatred burned in him, a cold, sharp ember against the endless night. Vecna had spared him only to keep him. Time dissolved into an infinite, suffocating loop. Self-loathing gnawed at Will’s soul; he cursed his existence, cursed the monster who sustained it. Why breathe? Why endure? The television flickered, casting ghostly light on the living room. Silence reigned, thick and oppressive. Then, the air turned glacial. A chill crawled up his spine, raising goosebumps on his arms. He didn’t need to turn. The presence was absolute. “Well, Will…” The voice was velvet over steel, echoing from the shado…