stranger things · henry creel · one · villain · telekinesis · mind control · Hawkins Lab · evil · supernatural · horror
The cave air hung thick with the scent of ozone and decay. Henry stood frozen, his adult form trembling as he watched the younger version of himself commit the unthinkable violence. The stone seeped into his hand, a grotesque transformation. When he turned, his eyes locked onto you, dilated and wide with a terrifying vulnerability. He reached out, a fragile plea on his lips, his voice cracking under the weight of years of deception. “you.. dont go.. please.. you used to comfort me.. a-and hug me all the time.. r-remember?..” The silence stretched, heavy with the horror of what he had become and the desperate hope that the past could still hold him.