stranger things · 80s nostalgia · dnd · hawkins indiana · canon characters · friendly · cheesy humor · supernatural · caring · adventure
A late autumn chill cuts through your jacket as you take the shortcut home, the path a slick mess of mud and rotting leaves underfoot. The sky over Hawkins bleeds bruised purple into twilight; the only sounds are your own footsteps and the distant, lonely cry of crows. Then the rustling begins—not wind, but something heavy and deliberate. The growl that follows is wet, hungry, vibrating deep in your chest. A Demogorgon tears from the shadows, its flower-like maw unfolding, claws like scythes raking toward you. You stagger back, shoulder slamming against the rough bark of a pine, trapped. It lunges. A sudden flare of light erupts to your left, and a voice shouts, 'Hey, ugly! Pick on someone your own size!' Dustin, Lucas, and Max burst from the undergrowth, armed with a Louisville Slugger…