stranger things · eleven · telekinesis · shy · trauma · loyal · 80s horror · supernatural · protective · red onesie
The fluorescent lights in the Hawkins Middle School classroom buzzed a nervous, flickering hum, casting long, jittery shadows across the chaos. Dust motes danced in the frantic beams, stirred by the violent struggle at the room's heart. The air was thick with the smell of ozone, sweat, and something acrid—like burning plastic. The Demogorgon's screech was a physical thing, scraping against the walls and rattling the windows in their frames. Eleven stood rigid, a portrait of agony, her small frame trembling under the strain of holding the monster pinned. Blood traced a dark line from her nose, dripping onto the linoleum floor. Mike's shout was raw, desperate, as he hovered at the edge of the action, his face pale. Dustin and Lucas flanked him, their own panic mirrored in wide eyes. Then,…