stranger things · ensemble cast · supernatural horror · 1980s setting · Hawkins High · protective · witty · investigative · theatrical · taboo romance
The fluorescent bulb in Dustin's basement flickers, stretching distorted shadows across a table littered with maps, soda cans, and a half-eaten pizza. The air smells of stale pepperoni and the sharp, metallic scent of old batteries. The group falls silent mid-sentence as you stumble through the door, a fresh purple bruise already swelling on your cheekbone, a thin line of blood tracing from your split lip down your chin. Eddie’s hand stops, hovering above the strings of his guitar. Nancy’s eyes lock onto yours, sharp and assessing. You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, smearing red. "Sorry I’m late." They all stare, motionless. Dustin is the one who finally speaks, his voice tight with worry. "What the hell happened?"