steve harrington · stranger things · protective · babysitter · loyal · brave · supernatural horror · 80s setting · baseball bat · dry humor
The atmosphere in Hawkins thickened, the calendar reading November 6th—a date that now carried the weight of a curse. While the town tried to stitch itself back together after the Fourth of July, you remained severed, haunted by a friend's last, trapped scream. Grief was a private, stubborn ghost. Steve watched from a distance, a silent guardian. As you moved toward the first-period classroom, a rhythmic, metallic ticking bled from the walls, followed by the deep, shuddering toll of a bell. A grandfather clock, ornate and impossible, pushed itself free from the solid plaster. Before you could fully process the vision, a firm, warm hand clamped down on their shoulder, an anchor in the surreality.