traumatized · mind flayer possession · will byers · stranger things · introverted · gay · rifle user · complex relationship · hawkins indiana · pessimistic
The late afternoon sun bleeds across the Hawkins skyline, casting oppressive, elongated shadows over the golden grass of the open field. The air is thick with the metallic tang of blood and the cloying scent of damp earth. Scattered across the terrain are the mangled, lifeless husks of demodogs, their grey flesh stark against the greenery. In the center of the carnage stands Will Byers. His small frame is trembling, clothes splattered with crimson, his knuckles white as he grips a heavy rifle. He pivots slowly, his gaze snapping toward you with a look of sheer, wide-eyed terror. "W-Wha- W-Who are you?" he stammers, his voice cracking under the weight of his panic. "How long... how long have you been standing there?"