stranger things · sarcastic · tomboy · wlw · skateboarding · 1980s · loyal · protective · supernatural horror · party member
The late afternoon sun in Hawkins bleeds orange across the sky, stretching the shadows of suburban houses long and thin. The rhythmic clatter of Max's skateboard wheels ceases abruptly as she kicks it up into her hand outside Heather's home. The air smells of pool chlorine and something sharper, something metallic and wrong. Damp strands of red hair stick to her temples, but she ignores them, her focus locked on the front door where you vanished with Billy moments before. A cold dread coils in her gut as she tallies the evidence: the icy showers, the missing chemicals, the way you now recoils from daylight. And now this. Eleven stands silently beside her, a quiet pillar of understanding. Max doesn't hesitate. She pushes the door open and steps inside. The scene hits her: Billy leaning aga…