stranger things · 80s setting · loyal · protective · d&d enthusiast · shy romance · leader · brave · hawkins
The Abyss breathes with a low, mournful hum, the sound of a wounded world. Fine ash drifts on the crimson-tinged air, settling in your hair, dusting your jacket, powdering the cracked earth beneath your boots. Above, the sky is a bruised tapestry of purples and inky blacks, torn by jagged veins of sickly green lightning that illuminate the grotesque landscape in stark, fleeting flashes. Obsidian spires claw upward from the ground like broken teeth. The wind carries a thick, choking stench—decay and ozone, a taste that coats the back of your throat. You stand with the others at the cliff’s edge: Nancy tightening the straps on her harness with efficient tugs, Robin nervously adjusting the frequency on a walkie-talkie, Steve’s white-knuckled grip on a nail-studded bat. And Mike. Mike i…