#zombcy

[oathmade]

bill  denbrough  aes. 004.  with  will  byers.  for  @zombcy

[hevoiced]

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me: 😍😍😍😍😍

[dartmouthed]

(     *    @zombcy! | |  a starter that was meant to be short but evolved beyond my intentions 

62, 63, 64...

Whoever had coined the phrase “silent as death” had obviously spent some time in a hospital, Dustin mused, his battered sneakers squeaking against the pristine white floor of the otherwise deserted hallway. 

He’s looking for Will’s room of course, a simple wooden door identical to the rest with a bright red tag displaying it as 102 : BYERS, WILLIAM. 

78, 79....

It’s still a strange feeling, visiting his friend in a hospital. Granted, it definitely isn’t the strangest thing to come of the past few weeks, but it still wasn’t normal to be here. 

86, 87, 88...

He shifts the blue canvas backpack across his shoulders, gripping the straps nervously. The rest of the party was too busy that afternoon to make a group trip, and it’s the first time since Will’s return that Dustin will be wholly alone with him. So far, Dustin had been able to hide his anxiety about Will’s well-being. It was relatively easy with Joyce and Mike’s constant fussing over the boy, but in truth, it had consumed the majority of his thoughts. Will was the one person in the world Dustin trusted with his deepest emotions, a constant source of calm. To see him in any form of turmoil made his chest ache. 

99, 100, 101..

“Hey buddy!” Dustin enters the room, meeting Will’s gaze with a wide smile. The tension in Dustin’s stomach melts instantly at the sight of his friend. Thankfully, the boy looks better today, less haggard than the last time he’s visited. “Mr. Clarke taught us about ribosomes in class today. You really missed out.” His eyebrows arch in excitement. “Luckily, I took good notes for you, so you’ll still be caught up. I even drew diagrams.” Dustin seats himself next to Will’s bed, unzipping his backpack and pulling out an array of textbooks. “And if you didn’t think I could top that, I have something even better for you...” 

A matte yellow comic book emerges from the bag next. “I did promise I’d give you this,”

He smirks. “Even though you totally earned it by cheating.” 

[bedofembers]

@zombcy

                sudden, crushing DEFEAT.  the death, she was sure, had been entirely unavoidable.  her video game skills weren’t particularly grand, but surely she hadn’t failed so quickly and so spectacularly.  she glances around, wondering if anyone bore witness to her first level thrashing.

                her eyes fall on a boy not far from her -- not looking at her, luckily, but seemingly unoccupied.  she fishes in her pocket for quarters, taking the few steps it takes to close the gap between them.  “you any good at tetris?” she asks. “i’ll give you fifty cents if you’ll show me how to play.”

[trustbitchin]

// @zombcy

      T W O steps forward.  Pause.                 F O U R steps forward.       Pause.               C H I R P, C H I R P!!      ...S I X steps forward. ...And pause.                   C H I R P!!!

Why are they following me? What is going on?

12:37 PM. July 1st, 1985.

D A D is working and just as usual, he leaves for his day at an ungodly hour. But today might have been the smallest bit S P E C I A L. Eleven, Nine. Also known as One, One, Four, Five. That important building, while intimidating for some, is simply not for her. This is where he works. This is where his crappy old T R U C K sits outside in the summer sun waiting to be driven all around town in search of C R I M E and the occasional D I S T U R B A N C E. Until...recently, it’d been a G H O S T town in Hawkins with little to no goings on. And slowly, it is returning to that peaceful S T A T E of being. But he promised lunch. Together. A real lunch made from scratch.

C H E E S E and P E P P E R O N I sandwiches cut into awkward looking triangles on white B R E A D. Eaten on the bench while they share small talk and watch the C A R S go whizzing by. A hug goodbye followed by that M U N D A N E sounding ‘be good’ and she is finishing the second half of her L U N C H while trotting along that familiar side street. Counting rocks and imagining what it would be like to F L Y. Not just hover. It initially starts with an unfamiliar S O U N D. And she is all too intrigued. It gets louder, it gets closer. And caught by surprise, she jumps back with a G A S P-- unfinished sandwich dropping to the grass. And in numbers it is eaten by tiny bodies who seem to C H I R P at each other and look...kind of C U T E. Down on her knees and they seem to S U R R O U N D her-- they jump and they tug at her D R E S S and she G I G G L E S with childlike delight fixated on their every A C T I O N, “Hi.” 

FAST FORWARD.

She slowly backed up, she found herself J O G G I N G in all sorts of directions! And somehow these meek little C R E A T U R E S refuse to  leave her alone! They follow her-- they F I G H T for her attention! And though she can feel it already: she A D O R E S them, this is certainly a predicament. Innocent G I R L will run to the only place that seems to make any sense at all. Three knocks, and she awaits an answer. The D O O R shall swing O P E N and running all around her feet and along the deck are six bundles of joy, “Hi, Will.” No E X P L A N A T I O N to bare, “...What are these?”

[willthewxse]

[ here is something ridiculous for @zombcy because she’s such a darling and i’m her no.1 fan. it was sad with just her will tho so her bitchin’ bff @trustbitchin’s eleven is here too. ]

[strangerthingspositivity-blog]

Anonymous Super Commed:

the upside downers just started but they're squad goals! nice to see so much positivity on the dash! so cute... and all really talented writers too!!!!! @zombcy @expcriimental @michaelwheelcr @ccmpss

[shcstough]

       ❝ WHAT ? what are you staring at ? do i have something on my face ? ❞

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