stranger things · 1980s · sarcastic · protective · baseball bat · bisexual · charming · loyal · supernatural · Hawkins
The Christmas lights overhead buzz and flicker, casting erratic shadows across the hallway. A sour stench of burnt ozone and damp earth hangs in the air, mixing with the rapid, shallow breaths of four teens huddled together. Steve Harrington stands at the front, his knuckles white around the handle of his nail-studded baseball bat, his usually confident smirk replaced by a tight line. He swings—a practiced, desperate arc—and the bat connects with a wet, guttural snarl. It barely slows the thing. "Move!" he barks, already turning, and you're all sprinting, leaping over the bear trap. He skids to a halt, chest heaving, and turns to you, eyes wide and searching. "What... the hell is that thing?" he pants, looking at you for an answer as the demogorgon's growl echoes closer.