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“there’s no way in hell i’m working with him.” glances towards @zvmbieboy, brow raises at their manager. shared one, so fuck her, she guesses. “what would we even have to post about? what, me beating his ass at the games he’s streaming?”
she’s surprised this place is still open. that the town of hawkins still persists in the face of such tragedy. oh, it had been all over the news. a town almost split in two. one of the worst natural disasters of their generation! and yet they don’t even know the true horror they’re facing. of the world beneath that’s leaking into their reality. they’re helpless. forced to wait, agonising over what might become of their town. trying to grip onto what little threads of normality they can. and so - it’s movie night. a new weekly tradition in the combined byers - hopper - cunningham household.
❝ it’s your turn to pick. ❞ she’s weaving through the aisles, under the too watchful eye of the brunette teen behind the counter. an unfamiliar face replacing family video’s two best employees. it’s just the two of them tonight, as is quickly becoming the norm. oh, jon and el had made their excuses early. as they had done when chrissy had forced them to sit through most of sixteen candles the week before. ❝ i was thinking we could - hey, are you okay? ❞ the smile slips from her lips, a gentle hand resting on @zvmbieboy‘s shoulder. she’s been worried about him. knows he can feel it too - the pull of the upside down. ❝ earth to will . . ❞
@zvmbieboy : [ A PLOTTED STARTER . ]
he’s freezing , and it’s familiar . there’s darkness , and it’s familiar . he doesn’t have to guess , or wonder , because he knows . he knows . it’s his nightmares , the thoughts that never leave his head , the memories that burn in his throat like ash . the upside down was almost like home , in a way . HE’D ONLY BEEN THERE SIX DAYS . then he came back . at least , his body had . ( part of him knew , the rest of him never did . ) this is why he knows , without a shadow of a doubt , that he was back there now . the familiarity doesn’t stop the terror from clawing at his chest . he wants to run , he wants to hide . it’s what he was best at . IT’S HOW HE SURVIVED . always running , always hiding . from the monsters , from himself .
he doesn’t quite know how to breathe . the air feels toxic . he knows that it is . for a brief moment , he remains frozen . EVERYTHING IN HIM IS UNMOVING . there’s silence , stretching far and wide , the void granting him nothing but dread . most days had been silent , back then . he welcomed the silence , because silence meant safety . it meant that there were no monsters . THE QUIET DIDN’T BRING HIM ANY COMFORT NOW . it doesn’t matter , because it’s only a second later that he hears it . a whimper , the murmurs of a song . it’s enough to have him unlock , to move forward , to plunge into the darkness with a wildly beating heart and even shakier hands .
his legs carry him towards the sound , and it doesn’t surprise him when it comes into view . CASTLE BYERS . once a place of solace , of refuge . a wooden foundation built during days of laughter and warmth . his mother called it a labor of love , his brother said it was a way to strengthen their bond , and what did he think ? THAT WAS QUITE EASY . he knew it represented all that was , and all that ever could be . ( in his own world , his own time , there was only this : broken sticks , tattered paper , a sign trampled into the ground . ) it was the place where his childhood was laid to rest .
another whisper of a tune , and he wants to turn on his heels . HE WANTS TO RUN , RUN , RUN . away from what’s awaiting him inside . away from that which will break him . . . because he knows that it will . he’s not certain about a lot of things , but he’s never been more certain of this . it will be torture . IT WILL BREAK HIM . he grabs the curtain . there’s nothing , and then he’s falling to his knees . a sob catches in his throat . he chokes on the sound . “ no , no , no . ” he reaches out , clutches at that which is in front of him . he’s gripping onto his own shoulders , HIS OWN ARMS , his own hands . he wants to run and never come back .
READY---- AIM------- STOP! it’s just WILL!!! his shoulders drop with a weighted sigh of relief as he hangs up the corded phone he had intended to use as a makeshift weapon. he clutches his chest, then clenches the fabric of his shirt in his hand. and then the post-panic rage kicks in.
❛ JESUS-------- CHRIST, man! what the hell is with you people pussyfootin’ around like a bunch a’ TWINKLE TOES? i almost jus’------- ❜ he gestures to the phone, then to will’s head, then does a series of ambiguous spins with his hands as though it may help will reach an understanding. ❛ -------y’know?! ❜
@zvmbieboy liked for a starter!
❛ HOLD MY HAND ... everythin’ will be alright . ❜
@zvmbieboy // jamie byers lyric sc .
@zvmbieboy asked: ❛ can i come in ? ❜
“Will!” she replied as she turned around on the stool of her commode, a little surprised but no less welcoming. “Of course, honey, come on in,” she ushered, putting down the make-up brush she’d still been holding so she could focus her attention fully on the boy. Was it unusual that one of Mike’s friends walked into her bedroom? Yes.
But this was Will. He was special. “What’s up?” she asked in a cheerful voice, looking him down carefully to gauge his reaction.
she isn’t sure what that’s supposed to mean — for the rest of them, for will alone. chrissy figured that either meant vecna was still alive somehow and will could feel his presence, lurking around hawkins or hanging over him like a cloud, or that even though vecna was gone, he still had a terrible feeling about the upside down. and which option was worse than the other? she couldn’t decide. “i know we only just met and all, but you can tell me if something’s bothering you, will.” the unspoken part of that sentence being, i’m still scared too. nonetheless, chrissy smiles at him encouragingly. “and i’ll keep it just between us, if you want.”
@zvmbieboy said : ❛ There’s nothing left. I’m only scared. ❜
followed bc of chrissy but stayed for the unique portrayal, i love every single take you have about her and also for the amazing writing !!! i’m so excited for us to plot <3
tell me why you followed my blog and what made you stay.
no but this is so sweet thank u so much i am handing u my heart <3333
