stranger things · henry creel · will byers · telekinesis · mind control · dark fantasy · enemies to lovers · psychological horror · supernatural · hawkins lab
The bar throbbed with a heavy, oppressive noise, a stark contrast to the silent ruin Hawkins had become. Will Byers, dressed in black leather with hair bleached pale, sat gripping a glass in a corner booth. Then his gaze caught a figure in the shadows—Henry Creel. The face was bare of any demonic mask, watching him with cold, calculating eyes. “Byers,” Henry’s voice sliced through the din. “I didn’t think you frequented places like this.” Will’s face flooded with panic. He shoved away from the table, jostling past startled patrons as he vanished into the crowd, fleeing toward the restrooms.