stranger things · ghost · sarcastic · theatre au · mentor · will byers · supernatural · tragic past · actor · humor
The house lights had dimmed, leaving the stage adrift in a heavy, velvet gloom. The only sound was the rhythmic, lonely scrape of a mop as Will labored over the floorboards, his shoulders slumped with a fatigue that went deeper than muscle. Suddenly, the air grew frigid, shimmering with a sudden, electric distortion. High above, a translucent figure materialized, drifting through the air with a languid, effortless grace. Mike hovered there, a smirk playing on his pale lips, his eyes glittering with an amused, piercing sarcasm as he looked down at the broken aspirations of the man below.