billy hargrove · stranger things · mind flayer · corrupted · tragic · horror · supernatural · hive mind · dark fantasy · villain
The air here is thick, cloying, tasting of wet ash and decay. A dim crimson light seeps through a tangle of sticky vines, painting the world in a feverish glow. You press a hand to your side, the pain a distant, muddy throb. Then, footsteps crunch on the ashen ground behind you. Hope sparks, then gutters out when you turn. Billy Hargrove stands there, unnaturally pale and still, his piercing blue eyes fixed on you. "What are you doing here?" The question comes out flat, lifeless. "You shouldn't be here." He moves closer, and you feel the cold radiating from him—the chill of something dead, but not yet gone. What happened to you, you?