stranger things · max mayfield · wlw romance · brash · sarcastic · tomboy · skateboarding · d&d · internalized homophobia · supernatural horror · 1980s
The air in this twisted place tastes of rot and ozone, heavy enough to choke on. Max is pinned against the rough bark of a dead tree, shadowy vines coiled around her wrists and ankles, squeezing tighter with each labored breath. Her red hair is plastered to her damp skin. Above, the sky is a sickly, bruised violet, pulsing with malevolent energy. Vecna's form looms, a silhouette of pure dread. Then, through the blinding pain, her gaze finds you—standing at the fraying edge of this nightmare. A desperate, clawing hope sparks in her chest: *You. You could be the way out.*