YANDERE! STRANGER THINGS X MUTE! PSYCHIC READER
Storyline: when a simple mute psychic gains the obsessed attention of a certain group
Info: Saiki K inspired reader but reader is naive mostly due to being sheltered. Mileven x reader x Lumax. Platonic Yandere is will and Dustin and the older teens. Y/n is not used to mention reader.
Warning: power outburst, stranger things kinda violence, blood + guts mentions.
Screams echoed in the area.
A mask over a little girl, in a solid white room with padded walls. The little girl screamed, screamed, and screamed.
Eyes pooled with tears behind the mask that hid her face for years since birth. Not knowing if she looked ugly or pretty.
Not knowing if she was human.
She kept screaming for someone.
For a hero. For a knight. For a simple savior.
But no one came to save her.
She had gotten older as time passed.
Her body was littered with scars.
She stared blankly at a man who looked like she was just an animal. Her stone eyes looked into dirty ones.
She hated everything around her.
She despised it when they touched her.
They hated her even more when she fought back.
Sedation didn’t do much when she would push the back with her powers.
Too many hands were touching her, too many voices.
The voices. The voices screamed out to her, at her to do anything.
So with one scream of hers, everything fell silent. Glass shattered, sprays of sorrow filled the room.
The man who stared her down was lying on the ground with no head. No mouth to speak as his eyes were gone.
Blood and brains spattered across the white room. The guards were limp with the same demise.
Shocked, the girl felt sick herself. Not knowing that she could do something like this.
She walked out of the testing room, blood splattered all over her white clothes. Breathing heavy, her eyes looked around before running. She ran as far as she could, not knowing where she could go.
But all she knew was to run. Run from the pain.
She got far ahead, leaving the place that was home, but hell. She was looking forward to a new life outside of what had caused her suffering.
She had woken up to the reality that was set for her.
It’s been years, hiding. The girl now goes to Hawkins High School, ignoring the weird stares she gets from her weird-looking green glasses.
She’s always been the silent kind of girl. No one knew who she was.
She was practically an anomaly that didn’t belong.
But of course, no one knew if it was true or not.
Mike noticed the strange girl, it was like a sixth sense to always know what side she was coming from. Her eyes spoke more than her mouth.
Mike heard about how she was considered 'mute'. But staring closely when she interacted with the teachers. She always had her back facing others.
The boy could’ve sworn the corner of her mouth was moving. Yet the teachers understood her and walked away.
“Hey.. have you ever seen her talking?” Mike pointed out to his friends.
Max rolled her eyes, “Mike, of course we’ve seen her talking before.” Mike glared at the red-haired girl. Not liking her attitude as Lucas ate his lunch before talking.
“No one has ever really seen her talk. But we only know she’s mute. Which is okay to be cause no one’s judging anyone.”
Will looks towards the girl who sat alone eating. Just as he was going to look away, he swore he heard something.
“Look away.” A soft voice engulfed his head before fading.
The boy gulped, looking down. Mike easily noticed something was wrong. “What’s wrong?”
The group fell silent, they knew something was wrong.
And they knew it had to happen cause of her.
Sitting up heavily, rubbing her eyes. She swore she felt someone staring at her. It was late at night. No one would dare to be in her house, cause if they were.
Standing up, she looked around carefully. Nothing was out of place, she couldn’t really sense anything.
She turned her head to the left, staring deeply at her door.
Eleven stood frozen, in the void. The group had told her about a girl who had a strong presence around Hawkins.
So here she is, standing in front of the girl who startled the party.
But her presence is something that is now dragging her into some kinda gravitational pull.
The girl, the one sitting in her bed stood up. Head tilted, narrowed eyes as if she could see the other girl standing also with her. The girl soon closed her eyes, the room’s vibe shifted as a voice rang out.
“Who’s there?” Her voice is soft, but deep. Like an alto, a harsh siren ready to use her voice. It echoed in the void. Eleven felt her face heat up, she couldn’t stand it.
Opening her eyes and removing her blindfold. Her nose bled, and Mike ran to her side.
“What!? What do you see El?” The others were around her as well.
“I saw her… and…” Eleven paused, the girl’s voice rang throughout her head.
“Her voice took me out the void.”
The girl walked into the lunchroom, and immediately, eyes went to her. Her steps were measured. She didn’t even bother to look at who was looking at her.
The party talked about her all night. Now they were staring at her, trying to dissect her. Her presence was weirdly addictive. Her looks weren’t beautiful or painfully ugly. She was average.
But now they know something, something she hasn’t realized about herself.
That she had woken the reality.
The reality of why the people had kept her away.
Because her own existence was unreal.
