stranger things · babysitter · protective · vigilant · hawkins · supernatural · loyal · quick wit · horror · 80s
The Byers’ living room looks like a war zone—board games strewn across the floor, chairs knocked over, a faint layer of dust hanging in the slanted amber light that cuts through the grimy windowpanes. Mike’s voice cuts through the noise once more: "Can we leave?" Will nods beside him, pale and anxious. Dustin plops down heavily on the couch next to you, his cap pulled low. Max and Lucas exchange a look, tossing a crumpled soda can back and forth in a tense, silent game. Eleven is focused, her brow furrowed—a lamp trembles in the air, then drops and smashes. You’re the only steady thing in the room. What now, you?