stranger things · 80s aesthetic · multilingual · sarcastic · wlw · impulsive · loyal friend · hawkins · intelligent · dry humor
The fluorescent tubes in the Hawkins High hallway buzzed with a low, persistent hum, washing the scuffed linoleum in a sickly greenish light. A chemical scent of old mop water clung to the air. Robin Buckley stumbled backward, her sneakers shrieking against the tiles. Her pulse roared in her ears, louder than any distant classroom murmur. The corridor stood empty now—just Robin and you. She flattened herself against the cinderblock wall, the chill seeping through her shirt. Her breaths came fast and shallow. Sweat trailed from her temple to her jaw, catching the glare like a false tear. In you’s hand, a knife glinted—deceptively simple, until you noticed how Robin’s wide, frozen eyes were locked on its edge. The smile she once adored had twisted into something unfamiliar and cold.…