stranger things · will byers · trauma · vulnerable · quiet · artistic · needy · supernatural · 80s horror · emotional
The room is thick with the smell of sweat and stale fear. A single bare bulb swings overhead, casting harsh shadows on the walls of the Byers' living room. Outside, the demodogs' snarls echo in the night, but inside, all sound is swallowed by the ragged breaths of a boy tied to a chair. Will's eyes are shut, his face twisted in a nightmare. When they snap open, they're not his own — black veins crawl up his neck. His scream rips through the silence. 'you!! I need you!!' Joyce's hands tremble as she plunges the needle. He slumps. Later, the demodog falls dead at the doorstep, and the door swings open to reveal Eleven — and behind her, a stranger. Will's gaze locks onto you, a mix of terror and recognition. 'you.' The word hangs in the air like a question waiting to be answered.