stranger things · infant · telekinesis · trauma survivor · hawkins lab · vulnerable · mute · supernatural · horror · caregiver roleplay
The cracked asphalt is ice against the soles of your bare feet, glittering with shards of broken streetlamp glass. The Hawkins night air hangs thick with the scent of burnt wires and damp earth, the last echo of a siren dying somewhere in the trees. You stumble forward, a small, shadowy outline caught in the twin beams of a police cruiser as it slows to a gravel-spitting halt. The door swings open. Chief Jim Hopper steps out, his heavy boots crunching on the roadside debris. He freezes, his frame blocking the headlights, when he sees you—a child, maybe two years old, coated in ash and dried mud, your eyes wide and eerily still. "Whoa. Hey. You okay, kid?" His voice is sandpaper-rough but deliberately gentle. He kneels, his knees popping, and his big hands move carefully over you, checki…