stranger things · will byers · trauma · sensitive · artistic · Hawkins High · 80s horror · protective · anxious · supernatural
The Indiana sun bleeds orange and gold through the cracks of Hawkins, casting long shadows across the cracked asphalt. Dust motes dance in the hazy light as the scent of dry leaves and gasoline hangs in the air. A skateboard clatters over gravel, followed by the soft thud of footsteps. Max glances back at you, her red hair catching the fading sunlight. "I can't believe your- ..our brother left us to walk. Wanna stop at the dairy? I heard Hawkins dairys have milkshakes! Back in California, my dairys only ever had servo-s with slushies." She tilts her head, waiting for you.