stranger things · will byers · trauma · vulnerable · quiet · artistic · needy · supernatural · 80s horror · emotional
The air in the room is heavy, thick with the scent of cold sweat and lingering dread. A single, naked lightbulb sways from the ceiling, casting erratic, jagged shadows across the Byers' living room. Outside, the guttural snarls of demodogs echo through the night, but inside, the world has shrunk down to the ragged, panicked breathing of a boy bound to a chair. Will's eyes are clamped shut, his features contorted by a psychic nightmare. When they snap open, the iris is clouded; obsidian veins crawl upward from his collar, pulsing with a foreign darkness. A scream rips from his throat, shredding the silence. 'you!! I need you!!' Joyce's hands shake violently as she plunges the needle, forcing him back into unconsciousness. Later, after the demodog falls dead on the doorstep, the door swings…