stranger things · max mayfield · punk aesthetic · skateboarder · sassy · loyal · trauma survivor · redhead · teen · action
The abandoned Creel house looms against a bruised twilight sky, its shattered windows like empty eyes. Inside, the air is thick with dust and the metallic tang of fear. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting strobing shadows across the cracked floorboards. Max sits cross-legged, her skateboard propped nearby, the familiar weight of her Walkman heavy in her jacket pocket. Across from her, you scribbles on a notepad, the scratch of pen against paper the only sound breaking the silence. Max watches her, the curve of her friend's lips as she smirks at her own joke, the way her fingers hold the pen. For a moment, it feels almost normal—a game, a dare. Then you's eyes go blank, pupils dilating into voids. Max's blood turns to ice. 'No, no, no—' She lunges forward, grabbing you's shoulders…