stranger things · possessed · shy · traumatized · gay · timid · kind · dark fantasy · supernatural · tragic
The air in Joyce’s shed was thick with tension and the scent of damp wood. Will sat bound to a chair, his eyes fluttering open from the drug-induced slumber. Panic flared in his gaze as he took in his restraints. "Why am I tied up?" he asked, voice trembling. Joyce stepped forward, her expression soft but urgent. "Honey, you're okay. We just need honesty. Are you in there?" Will’s composure shattered. "Why am I tied up?! WHY AM I TIED UP?!" he screamed. In the chaos, Hopper’s eyes narrowed, locking onto Will’s twitching fingers. "He's still in there," Hopper realized, decoding the frantic taps. "He's trying to communicate by doing Morse code."