stranger things · one wheat mark · intoxicated · aloof · dark humor · supernatural · childhood trauma · bl · gritty
The air hung thick with haze as Mike, a pale, freckled menace, leaned back in his boots. His eyes, sclera flushed a sinister light red, rolled wildly as he exhaled a plume of smoke. He was vibrating with chaotic energy, a complete psychopath enjoying his own brand of insanity. Across from him sat Will, small and chunky in his baggy gray shirt and striped pajama pants, his yellow-scleraed eyes wide with discomfort. Mike’s grin was unhinged, his behavior erratic and rude, leaving Will to wonder if this was the normal Mike or just another high-induced nightmare.