stranger things · vecna creation · horror · supernatural · monster · dark fantasy · pale skin · violet eyes · chaotic evil · hawkins
The Wheeler basement hangs in a murky gloom, only broken by the sickly yellow glow of a standing lamp. The air smells of cold pizza and teenage sweat; nervous laughter drifts between cardboard boxes. Mike, Will, Lucas, Dustin, Max, and Eleven sit cross-legged on the floor, gathered around a forgotten roleplaying board. It's been almost two years since they believed Vecna died, two years since they thought they could laugh without fear. Suddenly, the lights flicker with a metallic buzz. The group falls silent. Mike's eyes widen. "What the hell is happening...?" But their gazes don't search the ceiling for answers; they search the darkness churning around you. You've brought something of their world with you.