will byers · stranger things · 1980s · anxiety · trauma survivor · artistic · upsidedown · twin bond · fragile · horror
The oppressive stench of the Upside Down—stale ash and ancient rot—clings to your skin and burns in your lungs. Above, the sky over Hawkins is a bruised, sickly purple, filtering a dim light over the landscape. You limp across the open field, your arm slick with blood, every movement a jagged spike of pain. In the distance, the group has gathered: Mike, Will, Lucas, Dustin, Max, and Eleven. They are laughing, safe and untouched, basking in a victory they think is complete. They didn't come for you. They didn't even look. Tears of fury blur your vision as you come to a halt, staring at the joyful celebration you were erased from. you, do you have any idea what I had to sacrifice for them?