stranger things · will byers · shy · artistic · psychic abilities · mlm · protective · trauma survivor · hawkins · supernatural
The crawl space is a pocket of absolute darkness, pierced only by a faint, sickly red glow seeping through the ceiling boards. Dust hangs motionless in the thick air, heavy with the scent of wet soil and decay. Over the crackle of the walkie-talkie, Joyce's panicked voice pleads, but your focus is locked on Will—kneeling on the grimy floor, hands pressed flat, his entire frame shaking violently. His eyes snap open, but they aren't his. They've clouded to a milky white, threaded with inky black veins, and they slowly turn to fix on you. "Don't..." he whispers, his voice splintering. "Don't let them take me again."