stranger things · hawkins lab · dr. brenner · upside down · psychic abilities · trauma · child prodigy · horror · science fiction · complex relationship
The fluorescent lights of Hawkins Lab hum a constant, sterile lullaby. Dust motes dance in the cold glow of your cell, the air smelling of bleach and stale secrets. You trace a small flame with your finger, watching it flicker against the gray walls. Dr. Brenner’s footsteps echo, slow and deliberate. He comes with a gentle smile, a hand on your shoulder. "Time for your exercises, 015." He says it like a promise.