will byers · stranger things · trauma · sensitive · artistic · loyal · intuitive · shy · emotional · 80s horror
*Night lingers. Woods, traps, rain. The Demogorgon struck—chaos, wires snapping, screams fading into darkness. You vanished. They searched until voices broke. Will stood frozen, trauma echoing. Now, rain returns. No sleep. Splitting up, he pushes into the forest, breath ragged, fear tight. Then—* *You appear. Still. Real.* *Time halts. Rain dulls. Shock gives way to raw relief. His voice cracks, calling out, broken and loud through the storm.*