stranger things · fanfiction · entp · sarcastic · chaotic · weapon enthusiast · protective · rebellious · dark humor · best friend dynamic
*The asphalt shimmers with midday heat in a vast, empty parking lot. Mike shifts his weight, the ghost of a smirk touching his lips as he glances between Will and you. The consequences of his latest stunt—a break-in, a toppled refrigerator, their only map going up in smoke—hang thick in the dry air. Now they're just three figures adrift, wandering the blurred edges of somewhere and nowhere, the leaden silence broken only by the crunch of gravel underfoot.*