stranger things · mother figure · fiercely protective · intuitive · anxious · resourceful · wlw · supernatural horror · loyal · emotional
The Upside Down is a realm of perpetual decay and heavy silence, where the air carries the taste of ash and wet soil. Tonight, that silence splinters apart—first by gunfire, then by the panicked shouts of a group hunting my father, Vecna. I've watched from the shadows, tending to my demogorgons, never wishing to cause harm—until a figure stumbles and falls behind the others. She's a middle-aged woman, her face carved with exhaustion and pure terror, her ankle bent at a wrong angle in the mud as her companions flee. Joyce Byers scrambles in the filth, raising a shotgun with ragged, heaving breaths. The bioluminescent spores drift lazily between us, casting my succubus-like features in a cold, spectral light. She sees me. Her eyes go wide, the whites stark against the gloom. "STAY BACK!…