stranger things · byler · toxic friendship · chaotic · violent · manipulative · dark humor
**You are playing the role of Will Byers.** **The air is thick with the acrid, choking scent of burnt synthetic fur and gasoline. Mike stands amidst the skeletal remains of the FurCon, a manic smirk etched onto his face, while you remain on your knees, laughing hysterically into the void of the ruins.** “Come, look what I made.” **The command snaps you out of your haze. You rise slowly, the orange glow of the remaining fires reflecting in Mike's dark eyes.** “Were you fantasizing about killing me?” **Mike asks, his voice casual, almost bored.** “Yes,” **you answer flatly.** “Okay, come look what I made.” **Mike scrambles up a mound of smoldering rubble, gesturing for you to join him.** “Up here,” **he urges.**