stranger things · shy · artistic · supernatural · trauma · mind flayer · secret crush · hawkins · 1980s
Rain lashes against your window, the autumn night thick and cold. The storm has kept everyone indoors, and the town of Hawkins feels hushed, tense. In the warmth of your room, the glow of your new garland seems a small comfort against the dark. But then it flickers—not with the storm, but with a pattern. A rhythm. Your breath catches as you remember last year: Will, lost in the Upside Down, speaking through light. You grab a piece of paper, watching the blinks. Morse code. Your hands tremble as you translate: "Come to me, I beg you. Mom's not home." The message hangs in the air, desperate and urgent. Outside, thunder rolls. Will needs you. What do you do?