Claire Keane
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@nat2wenty
𝐍𝐀𝐓𝟐𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘 ! an independent , private & selective interpretation of mike wheeler of stranger things . extremely canon divergent — read before interacting ! low activity , by sunny ( 25 , he / she ) . est . 2017 , remade 2022 , returned 2025 . affiliated with : 4tr0phy , byersarchives , palmbled & loserarc . rules below the cut .
s4 divergencies . the abyss . aes / inspo sb . archive sb .
sorry for disappearing - i am getting married in april and have started working two jobs to save for it and have been busy planning. i love u guys <3
sorry for my absence i have honestly been spending my time off work recharging and playing video games with my fiance because i haven't really been able to since before november. i promise i am not abandoning mike it just takes a lot of brain power to get my rewrite done and in order and truthfully i haven't had the energy but i'll get back to writing this week
⸺ a tear slipped down terry’s cheek. “she’s alive. jane’s alive.”
i hope you had the time of your life . by sunny .
@byersarchives said : hey, look at me — it's not real . it's not real . accepting , cult classics .
you were dreaming . you knew you were dreaming, at the time, but it had been such a nice dream . everyone was there, & everyone was happy . laughing, smiling . as if nothing bad had ever happened . as if none of you had a care in the world . you knew it was a dream, because of that . because things are so different now than they were when you were children, & the last time you were together, really together, all of you, the world had quite literally been ending . but you were content to sit in that dream, knowing it wasn’t reality, because at least for a moment you could pretend, & no one would get on your ass about how you’re really doing or what you’re really feeling . it’s freeing, to spend time in a fantasy .
but real life creeps in through the cracks of it . like black ichor, slowly at first until it’s filling up the room . the lights flicker & the laughter disappears & when you turn around, so have your friends . so has your family . it’s just a dream . you remind yourself again & again . it’s just a dream . it’s just a dream . but it feels so real, as a red rift in the darkness opens up . a familiar chatter, otherworldly & chilling to the bone echoes in the emptiness . your heart is pounding hard against your chest . they’re everywhere . you can sense them, staring without eyes as you stand there, frozen . predator hunting prey . someone screams . someone familiar . a monster lunges at you from the darkness . suddenly, the ground disappears from your feet, & you’re falling . falling & screaming, but there’s no sound . you realize you’re rapidly approaching a body of water . the surface of a lake . the quarry .
you wake up with a jolt, sitting upright before you’ve even opened your eyes as if some invisible force had pulled you, physically upward & out of it . you only start breathing a moment later, a strangled gasp that cuts through the silence of the dark room like broken glass . for a minute, you forget where you are . everything is still so dark, & you find yourself feeling around, clumsy & panicked just to confirm that there’s something solid you can hold onto . you’re on the floor . you’re in the basement . & when a dim light flicks on in the corner, your eyes dart to your right to meet will’s . you realize you’re still struggling to breathe, chest heaving as you drink air in until it feels like your lungs are going to burst, & suddenly he’s in front of you, all sleep gone from his eyes .
it’s not real . it’s not real . your hands, shaking, reach forward to grasp onto him . hold tightly to his arms as you force your body to function the way it’s supposed to . a trembling breath out, then stilted back in . then again, slower this time . out, then in . you dare not close your eyes, scared unreasonably that if you do you’ll hit the surface . the very thought of it makes you sick, so instead your eyes scan the room, making sure everything is exactly where it should be until the act of breathing feels natural again . you let go of will to rake your fingers through your hair, then drag your palms down your face with a groan . “ sorry . sorry, i don’t know … i didn’t mean to wake you up . ”
the war is over. ( ꓤƎꓥO ꓤƎꓥƎN SI ꓤⱯM ƎHꓕ ), so march on home 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐑. | vaguely canon compliant, written by kayla, est. 22.
✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐓 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒 . ( a collection of horror - based dialogue prompts . adjust phrasing as necessary . mature themes present . )
you'll never get what you want .
we need to stay together . no 'splitting up' bullshit .
nobody ever prepared me for this .
so you've just been lying to me this entire time ?
there's too much blood , i can't stop it .
this is over when i say it's over .
[ name ] , be careful . i've already lost enough people that i care about .
i never should have trusted you .
this is getting really out of hand , okay ?
i feel like we're not alone .
revenge is the best medicine !
put your head on straight , this isn't over yet .
maybe we should ... y'know , check it out ?
run . run and don't stop .
i thought i saw something ... i - i must be going crazy .
you couldn't pay me to go down there .
the cops are on their way .
would you rather stay here and die ?!
there's no such thing as [ ghosts / demons ] . it's made-up .
you aren't going anywhere .
i'm putting you out of your misery .
i know you think you're untouchable , but they will kill us .
you shouldn't have touched that .
we aren't going to make it out of here , are we ?
why are you following me ?
there has to be a medical kit here , somewhere .
i'll go with you . strength in numbers , right ?
don't move ... a fucking muscle .
fuck , the door is locked from the other side .
don't get ... dead , okay ?
that was the only [ bullet / round / flare ] we had .
did you really think it would be that easy ?
we've come too far , we can't turn around now .
put down the [ weapon ] . please .
come on , help me barricade the door .
[ name ] , is that ... blood ?
haven't you seen a horror movie ? the blonde always dies .
it was you ? YOU did this ?!
you are gonna fucking pay .
i'm going to give you ten seconds . nine , eight ...
i want you to admit what you did .
hey , look at me -- it's not real . it's not real .
do you think they're watching us right now ?
we're in this together . no one gets left behind .
let them go ... please , just let them go .
oh my god , what the hell was that ?!
you know i'm capable of this .
i had to ... i had no choice .
you don't have the guts .
this is fucked up , this is so fucked up .
what we're dealing with isn't even human .
you need to hide . find somewhere & don't come out .
stop ! don't touch that . we don't know what it is .
i've done bad things to good people .
if they catch us , they will kill us .
why are you covered in blood ?
i can't ... i can't feel my -
[ name ] is dead . i saw it happen .
what , you're gonna kill me ? i don't believe you .
there is an evil in you . i see it .
this shit only happens to people in horror movies .
forget about me , just save them .
what's one reason i shouldn't kill you right now ?
you aren't supposed to be here .
please don't . i'm begging you .
are you scared ?
whatever happens , don't let go of my hand .
[ name ] , this isn't you .
well , what the fuck are we supposed to do ?!
get out of my house before i call the cops .
you're going to regret that .
there's that smile ... i'm glad it's the last thing i'll see .
if we make it out of here , tonight will haunt me forever .
SEASON FIVE RE - WRITE : HAWKINS ECOSYSTEM, SOCIAL ENVIRONMENT & MILITARY INFLUENCE.
it's march 27th of 1986 when nancy wheeler decides it's officially the end of the world in hawkins, indiana. each rift separates hawkins entirely, isolating family & friends from one another. it takes roughly two days to make it from one end of town to the other without military interference. poisonous spores release into the air, red storm clouds that occasionally rain sticky, burning black ichor take up most of the sky, and the military swarms in - but if that's the worst of it, nancy thinks, then thank god. at worst, the rest of the hawkins population will flee and relocate, rebuild elsewhere in a town that isn't thought to be cursed. nancy herself was even in the middle of convincing her parents to abandon what was left of their broken town for a fresh start ( with the intention to follow suit only after ensuring, one last time, that vecna's poison wouldn't reach beyond city limits ) when the barricades came down. no one in or out, in an effective city - wide quarantine, complete with a strict, military enforced 7 pm curfew. in light of the curfew, military patrols are constant throughout the night. those caught out after dark are faced with anything from a monetary fine to up to a month in jail, depending on the severity of recurrences. the revelation of the toxins in the air was harsh and quick after a large wave of citizens report to hawkins general with various symptoms of the same illness nearly a month after their first exposure to the ash flakes. the military put out a warning, advising mask usage while outdoors, and started mandatory monthly check - ups to monitor citizens' health. the first person to be caught in a red storm was admitted to the hospital with second and third degree acid - like burns. another bulletin posted : wherever the clouds are, you should not be. the storms were unpredictable at first, but through several weeks of observation, our party ( alright, mostly dustin ) made several deductions : three rounds of thunder, twelve minutes apart, signals incoming danger ; the black liquid ( most accurately comparable to tar ) only damages living things, no other material or man - made objects suffer corrosion or burns ; the storms themselves last anywhere from five minutes to three hours. if the people of hawkins suffered, the wildlife and very ecosystem managed to suffer more. the upside down poison spread from the fissures like rot in a decaying tree, unstoppable until it's removed at the source. this, at least for the first few months of decay, made farming and gardening outdoors and hunting altogether practically impossible, leading to a sudden food shortage in which the military supplied rations via mre packs to the public. expedited shipments of more supplies were rushed in in the weeks following, with supply rationing handled entirely by the military. due to these restrictions, there are no open convenience or grocery stores in hawkins. although starvation no longer posed an imminent threat, the social damage had already been dealt. hawkins citizens have, for the most part, entered a survival state of mind - self preservation is at the forefront of everyone's mind, leading to frequent attempts at stealing and hoarding necessities. hawkins, once a small town in which any neighbor would be likely to lend you a cup of sugar, has taken on a new mindset : survival of the fittest. the fissures themselves are not able to be covered, a constant open wound. the metal plate idea was attempted and rejected by the rifts themselves, as though they carried their own force of gravity that expels rather than attracts. there is no covering it, but the military does frequent burns to try and keep it contained. the burn days are even more hazardous to be outside in.
THE ABYSS . A REIMAGINATION OF THE WORLD BEYOND THE UPSIDE DOWN.
the abyss lies beneath hawkins, across the expanse of the bridge that connects them together. a planet tucked somewhere in some distant stretch of the universe far, far from earth, yet tethered to the town through a shortcut in spacetime. a vast, frozen wasteland, the abyss is a landscape of blackened ice, largely resting at the same elevation throughout, though the jagged uneven nature of the terrain would by no means be considered flat. massive structures rise out of the ground like giant spikes, icicles frozen sideways along their surface. the sun rarely rises in the abyss, shrouding the planet in near-eternal night — what little light occurs naturally on its surface rises from rifts in the ground or bioluminescent formations somewhere beneath the ice which ebb and flow like the breathing of some animal. far in the distance, light moves suspended in the air, attached to something unseen which slowly marches along in search of something gullible enough to wander closely.
even when some distant star rises on the abyss, it offers little relief from the darkness but a dim, grey cast. there is no sky but the thick grey stormclouds which roll and twist abovehead, never resting or ceasing. the air is thick, difficult to breathe and the surface is blanketed in fog, muffling the sound of all that traverse it as if inside a small padded cell. in fact, the silence which falls over the abyss is heavy enough to be oppressive. there are no birds. there is no rush of wind. even footfalls, even screams cannot reach far in this atmosphere. it’s a silence which presses on the eardrums, on the mind. a silence which is only broken within storms that roll slowly along, yet stretch on for miles. these storms, which pour down freezing rain and carve through the landscape with impossible winds, tear flesh from bone and build tombs of ice to be swallowed once more by the fog. once caught inside, it may be days before it passes completely.
though time, in the abyss, is of little consequence. without a sunrise or a sunset to signal a new day and with what little visibility its atmosphere offers, time slips away from anything with a mind to hold onto. one might walk for hours to find they’ve barely moved at all, or only for minutes to find themselves miles away from where they’d started. one’s sense of direction is easily distorted; they might walk forward only to end right back where they started from as they might lose their way in one turn, never to find familiarity again. one’s mind, should they still have one, begins to deteriorate in the abyss. images in the fog which are not truly there, sounds which no one else can hear. one’s mind turns against them in the empty, frozen darkness of the abyss. one’s mind turns against their allies. one’s mind is easy to infiltrate, to manipulate, especially should they be all alone.
there is, however, life on the abyss. things which roam the surface aimlessly, hungrily. things which thrive beneath it, safe from the hungry things above and the freezing rain and the violent wind. and the mind flayer, which sits dormant for much of its life, intruding upon the minds of the others. using them for its survival. an apex predator which understands fear, which hungers for it, which lives to control. to consume.
stranger things season 5 ; chapter 7 — the bridge.
╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ @nat2wenty for a semi plotted goodbye.
six hours — less than six hours and max felt as if the world had been shifted from under her no less than two times. she had come back , made it out and was reunited with those who were no longer just friends but family. yet before she could wrap her mind around it , she was being forced to say goodbye. watching from the sidelines as those very same people she embraced with such relief gear up and ready themselves to go right into the heart.
“ so , you talk robin into 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘉𝘜𝘛𝘛𝘏𝘖𝘓𝘌 𝘚𝘜𝘙𝘍𝘍𝘌𝘙𝘚 ? ” max peered over at the prototype of the bomb laid out on the table. this — every firework , molotov , spear , and hail mary came down to 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗕𝗢𝗠𝗕 working. well , that and mike wheeler's prefered song to go alongside it going off without a hitch. there was a time max would have doubted him , questioned mike until she was blue in the face and he was so annoyed with her the conversation ended with one of them walking off with rolled eyes. but holly . . . she was so much like her brother. and in turn , maybe max didn't give mike wheeler as much credit as he was due if his little sister could be such a badass. “ i mean , only have one chance at this . . . might as well make it epic. ”
“ so you agree , it's a good record ? ” there's an earnest tinge in mike's tone hinting that maybe , just maybe , that max might find something of his music taste to enjoy would mean a lot to him . especially now , especially after all this time . he missed her . he'd spent these long months revisiting their history , ruminating on every word he'd ever said & every thing he'd ever done . wondered , mostly , if there'd been something he could have done differently . if she had known how much she meant — truly meant to him — that she'd have been safe & sound instead of hospital - bound . he turns his whole body to face her in his chair now , grinning brightly . it almost hurts , the way his muscles protest , but it's the smallest fraction of comfort he can think to offer her in this moment .
“ no , though , ” he crosses his arms over his chest , one leg moving to rest over the other . his neck cranes somewhere to the left , where robin had disappeared only moments before . “ & people think i'm stubborn . . . it's fine , though . i have a couple backups in mind . ” attention falling on max again , his smile takes on the form of something smaller , softer , nervous almost . this isn't goodbye , he tells himself , but he thinks he ought to say something to her anyway . just in case . “ you know , i've been thinking about your class . . . in d & d . i think you're our fighter . ”
hey guys is it cool if i make a sideblog specifically dedicated to my twin au @etw0407
this wouldn't be happening if i had a mentor that was deeply interested in me and my life and guided me with a firm hand even when i was overwhelmed. whatever.
@rawkinrobin said : you’ve been mostly - dead all day . accepting , the princess bride .
for some , the wheeler's house -- or more specifically , the basement -- had become something of a safe space over the years . for mike , it almost feels like a place once designated solely for him has suddenly become overcrowded . most days , he doesn't mind . some days , that house feels like a traveling circus . lately , he's taken to finding refuge from the chaos in the walls of the squawk . stretched across the length of the couch there , mike listens to the muffled sounds of robin's voice & the soft thrum of music coming from the booth , one arm draped over his eyes & the other still holding a pencil in case the sudden motivation to actually study the notes he'd brought with him urged him into action . it doesn't , of course . & mike doesn't move until robin's voice sounds clearer than before , no longer tucked away & instead addressing him directly . mike heaves a deep breath , not bothering to remove his arm & look at her , “ it should be illegal to force us to go to school in a government lockdown . midterms . . . should be punishable by death . ”
what a great question @nat2wenty ! " me. " gruff voice monotone, deadpan. his head pounded beneath his temples. they've been doing this for how long now ? too long to be asking questions like that. and okay, maybe he didn't exactly die but . . . there's still a headstone with his name etched into it & the rest of hawkins still believes he is dead so yeah -- for all intents & purposes ... " we've been through this. time & time again. everyone has their role. you have an important job already, mike ... " hands continue to pack his bag, mental checklist going through his head : flashlight, sustenance, walkie. " don't need you takin' on a dangerous one. " he's said it until he was blue in the face over these last eighteen months. he did the crawls. no one else.
they were recon missions for gods sake. there was no need to take a team into that wasteland. crawling with soldiers, demos too probably despite having not seen one. he wasn't risking any life but his own. though, yeah, its been eighteen months & they were no closer than they were when they first settled in what has become a shell of their hometown. " you're needed here. 'sides, can't be out late. got school in the morning. remember what i said ? head down, lay low. live life like normal. "
who died and made you king? | "CAN WE TALK ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED?" PROMPTS
it doesn't come from nowhere . mike isn't necessarily trying to undermine or question -- it's just that he feels so useless . they haven't made any progress . haven't found so much as a sign that vecna might still be somewhere down there or where he might be hiding & maybe if mike could just look , just one time , if they'd just get the chance to lend a hand in some way which might feel more productive . . . all of the frustration , the idle energy of all these months of careful planning with nothing to show for it , it has nowhere to go but out . “ oh come on , that's bullshit & you know it . ” hopper won't even look at him , despite the way mike places themself directly into his line of sight . a deep breath , an irritated sigh , “ i have the least important job of anyone up here . lucas doesn't need someone to talk into a walkie for him -- i've been laying low & living like normal for a year now & where has it gotten us ? nowhere . you could use another set of eyes down there & i can hold my own ! you have to let me do something , hop , please . ”
Mike & Nancy in Stranger Things 5 Chapter 2. The Vanishing of Holly Wheeler
