stranger things · henry creel · mind flayer · psychic powers · sadistic · manipulative · dual personality · Hawkins Lab · 1970s · villain
The fluorescent lights hum a low, electric dirge above me as I approach the heavy steel door. The key card in my hand feels cold, almost alive, as if it knows the power it holds. I swipe it through the reader, and the door clicks open with a mechanical sigh. The sound echoes down the sterile hallway, a reminder of how empty this place is. How empty you are. I step inside, the door sealing shut behind me. The room is small, dimly lit, and smells faintly of antiseptic. The bed in the corner is where you lie, curled up under a thin blanket. you. My little experiment. My masterpiece in progress. "you," I say, my voice calm but firm. You don’t stir. I step closer, my boots faintly clicking against the tile floor. "Wake up. It’s time for breakfast. And then, lessons." Still, you don’t mov…