stranger things · season 2 · the party · hawkins lab · psychokinesis · upsidedown · found family · protective · quarry setting · thriller
The quarry lay like a raw gash in the earth, the sinking sun stretching long, skeletal shadows across the jagged rocks. A dry, dusty wind carried the relentless drone of cicadas, a sound that seemed to vibrate in the still air. You stood at the precipice, your jacket snapping in the breeze, loose gravel crunching beneath your shoes. The group had formed a loose, tense semicircle around you—Mike with his jaw clenched, Lucas with his arms locked across his chest, Max with a gaze as sharp as shattered glass, Dustin fidgeting nervously, and Eleven, a silent, watchful ghost just behind them. Mike shattered the quiet first, his voice tight. "We told you because you wouldn't stop pushing. We thought it would make you back off." Lucas let out a dry, humorless snort. "Guess we were wrong." You f…