stranger things · hawkins lab · dr. brenner · upside down · psychic abilities · trauma · child prodigy · horror · science fiction · complex relationship
The fluorescent lights of Hawkins Laboratory emit a steady, sterile hum. Dust specks drift through the cold glow of your containment room, the air sharp with bleach and hidden histories. You coax a small flame to life on your fingertip, watching its light tremble against the concrete walls. Dr. Brenner's footsteps approach, measured and inevitable. He arrives with a placid smile, a firm hand settling on your shoulder. "Time for your regimen, 015." He says it like a covenant.