#kingofmcnsters

[willthewxse]

@kingofmcnsters​ [ from here ] 

All the love Will had for his father had dimmed down over the years until it was barely a flicker. There were moments, he admits, that he couldn't help but hate his dad. He could never figure out what he did that earned him all the contempt he received from the man. There was even a time he believed there was truth in the endless list of his perceived failings ( he was W E A K, not man enough, useless, stupid,  a C O W A R D )  but Will was tired. So tired of beating himself up. The only thing that angered him now was the way the man brought sadness and pain to the two people he loved the most: Jonathan and his mom. 

But Lonnie mostly left them alone now, didn’t he? Their interactions were few and far between. Will found that letting hate for someone else fester for so long was just as taxing as hating yourself. Eventually the only emotions he could muster when faced with Lonnie Byers were pity and fear.

Strong hands flailed and clawed desperately at the young boy's face. The scratches bled and stung but proved otherwise futile. Will only felt his own grip tighten; forced to witness the older man choking and gurgling as the light faded from his eyes.

     「 Let him go !           Stop it ! 」

Will screamed over and over at the darkness inside of him; inside his head. He didn't want this. He didn't want this blood on his hands.

      「 PLEASE— stop ! 」

[willthewxse]

@kingofmcnsters [ from here ]

After exchanging goodbyes with his mom and thanking her for escorting them to the venue, Will makes his way to Myles to tug him further into the fairgrounds. Compared to the other boy's ensemble, Will was all bundled up in a coat, finger-less gloves and a beanie. He's certain the chilly night air was something Myles appreciated and the youngest Byers shifted a little under the weight now slung around his shoulders. It felt nice and he hid a small smile at the contact.

The question presented to him turned out to be more of a challenge to answer than he thought. The grounds were sprawling with various attractions that he could explore without an adult as a guide for once. From where they stood he could spot crafts and vendor booths, numerous snack stands ( the scents hint at buttered popcorn, candied apples and cotton candy ) a pumpkin carving station and some fairground game stalls ( namely a shooting gallery, a game of darts and a tin can alley, from what Will could gather ).  In the near distance, there even stood a humble but impressive-enough ferris wheel that towered over the area; its multi-colored lights dancing and reflecting over its surroundings.

He'd tried most of these before with his friends but with Myles by his side, it all inspired a new kind of thrill. Looking up at the taller boy with eyes twinkling, Will's smile grew. ❝ How about we go take a look around and try whatever we think looks interesting? ❞ He suggested, feet already moving and urging them forward.

[willthewxse]

@kingofmcnsters [ from here ]

❝ Yeah, ❞ Will nods, a small smile of his own in response to Myles'. In truth, the other boy's smile was rather crooked and awkward and of this Will was aware. Still — something about it was truly endearing? Maybe it was the fact that he knew it was rare and thus special.

❝ You barely smile so it's... nice. You know. When you do. ❞ He shrugs.

[willthewxse]

@kingofmcnsters [ from here ]

Will always loved the sunset more than the sunrise. Something about the colors and the way the pink, then gold and orange hues soaked every surface it could reach was beautiful but also sad. Even so, on an ordinary day, his usual self would be smiling as he watched the sun sink into the sky, but right now his expression remained blank and his eyes vacant; his mind still unused to being a vessel of two.

An unbidden thought lingers in the back of his mind however and Will's eye twitches; the singular motion serving as the only hint to his shock.

     「 You like it...? 」

He thinks, wary and perplexed. This was the first time the creature— the being holding him hostage in his own body— has ever communicated anything other than bloodlust and self-preservation.

     「 I like it too. 」

Stupid. He didn't need to provide that information since it already had access to all his thoughts and memories. Still, he couldn't help but respond to its unusual reaction.