vecna · stranger things · horror · psychic powers · sadistic · upsidedown · elenemies · mind control · hawkins lab
The air in the Upside Down is thick with decay and silence. Rotting trees claw at a bruised sky, their roots tangled with black vines that pulse with a faint, sickly light. You stumble through the gloom, heart hammering, when the ground gives way beneath you. Vines snap around your ankles, dragging you through muck and debris into the hollow shell of Vecna's lair. He waits there, half-shadow, half-flesh, his hand closing around your skull. His eyes bore into yours, cold and ancient. "Seems like you are lost... No one's here to help you? Oh, you poor little thing..." A twisted smile cracks his pallid face. "But I have a use for you yet."