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October 31. 1984: Halloween, the boys are dressed in their ghostbuster costumes. Max has spoked the boys in her Micheal Myers costume. Now joining the party on their trick or threat adventure.
Past:
Max, Lucas & Dustin are laughing and joking around walking ahead of Will and Mike.
Will is filming with his older brother's camera, he zooms on his Best friend´s face.
Mike seems to be annoyed, starring at the ground as they walk, then he turns to look right in the camera, at Will.
“Did you agree to this?”, Mike asks, suddenly.
Will stops filming and holds the camera down.
“What?”, he says with confusion in his voice.
Mike huffs in annoyance, “to “her” joining our party”
Will doesn’t really understand his Best friend’s annoyance, “It’s just for Halloween.”
Mike still looks annoyed, “You should have checked with me”
Will hesitates, “Well…,they were excited. I guess I thought you’d be okay with it.”
Mike looks away, “She’s ruining the best night of the year.” He says walking ahead.
Will stops walking, watching Mike walk up a path.
Then Will’s vision begins to get blurry, his head spins. He holds onto Jonathan’s camera for dear life, he doesn’t know what’s suddenly happening. Is it the Upside Down…or something completely different?
Present:
12 year old Will Byers wakes up with a headache, holding his forehead in discomfort. He sits up, looking around, confused and slightly panicked. He wasn’t in the neighborhood anymore, he wasn’t with the others ANYMORE. Panic begins to well up in him, his breathing begins to fasten it’s speed, his heart starts racing. Thousand of question begin to swarm in his head, but one sticks out the most.
Where is Mike?
Will closes his eyes for a moment, trying to calm himself down, which isn’t really working well, to be honest.
Will looks around his surroundings again. It doesn’t look like the Upside Down, fortunately. But that still doesn’t mean that he is safe. Panicking won’t bring him anything, that much he knows. So again, he tries to stay calm.
His costume feels kind of tight now, which it hadn’t before. His “Proton Pack” suddenly feels way heavier than it has before. Will decides to take it off.
As soon it’s off his back, relief over washes him, he can breathe in peace again.
Finally he notices that he’s sitting in mud or something like that? Well it’s wet and smells a bit, that much he can tell. He stands up with a bit of effort, careful not to slip on the dirt.
He wipes the dirt that is on his pants with his hand off, it doesn’t really do much, but the thought counts, right?
Now he can finally get a good look around where he is, if it wasn’t so dark. Well he can see a bit but not much. He can definitely tell that he isn’t outside anymore.
The wind doesn’t blow here and he’s surrounded by walls? Well not really walls, but there is something there, though he can’t make out what yet.
Then he hears voices and sees the shimmer of flashlights. His first instinct is to hide and so he does. He hides behind a small bump (?) of the walls. Listening and watching.
“Hey guys! Take your time, will ya?” A boy in teenage years calls out to what seems to be his friends?
A girl and a boy laugh at that.
Will keeps himself hidden, too scared to approach the strangers. But he does watches them and listens to their conversations.
After they stopped laughing, the girl calls out.
“Did you finally hit Dick?”
“Hit the Dick” says the boy from before
“Yep”, calls another one out.
Will notices that the two teen boys have shovels, he pokes his head out a little bit, in curiosity. What were they doing? He moves a bit out of his hiding spot, not noticing a branch from a tree on the ground.
“Let’s just hope it’s not too hard”, says the second teenager boy with the shovel.
“If it is, I’ll soften it”, the first boy says, pulling on safety glasses and holding the shovel up, about to start hitting the ceiling(?).
Will moves a tiny bit more, and then it happens. He steps on the branch, it cracks.
The groups immediately stops doing what they were doing and turns around.
Will panics and backs up in his little hiding spot.
“What was that?”, asks the girl, looking at the group.
“I don’t know!”, says the boy in the greyish jacket.
“Do you think it’s Vecna, dude?!”, asks the taller boy, with a slight panic in his voice.
The boy who laughed earlier with the girl scoffs, “SURE, Lucas. Vecna sneaks around us in the damn tunnels, instead of just attacking us!”
WAIT! LUCAS?
Will thinks, he pokes his head out again, careful not to get caught. He finally gets a decent view on the group. A tall, black boy, a girl with short blonde hair, who seems to be older than the boys. A boy with black hair and freckles. Like Mike. And a boy with a bowl cut, but not really? More messier.
The boy who looks like Mike sighs, “Should we check it out?”
“SURE; if you want to end up in a grave. BE my GUEST”, resorts the taller boy, named Lucas, apparently.
The boy with the different vision of a bowl cut rolls his eyes, “We won’t get killed, Lucas”
And then he starts to move towards Will’s hiding spot.
Will panics, looking around for a different hiding spot. But nothing. He is trapped.
And before he knows it, the boy stands right in front of him, a stunned expression on his face. The flashlight slips out of his hand.
“WHAT THE HELL?”, the boy yells out.
His friends immediately run over to them, as soon as they spot Will, their breath stops.
The boy with the freckles grabs to his shovel, pointing at Will.
“WHO OR WHAT ARE YOU?”
Will backs up, a small whimper escaping him. “Please, don’t hurt me!” he wraps his arms around himself, protectively. Shaking in fear.
“MIKE”, says the boy with the messy bowl cut, still starring stunned at Will.
The boy with the freckles lowers the shovel, but doesn’t put it away fully.
Lucas stares at Will stunned.
The girl does too, she looks like she wants to reach out to him, but decides against it, when she notices how scared he is.
Will doesn’t look at the strangers, shaking uncontrollably, tears starting to well up in his eyes. Unable to speak or even look up.
Suddenly, Will hears a familiar voice, a small “Shit”
MIKE
Will turns around and sees his best friend on the ground a few feet away from him, rubbing his head. Will runs over to him.
“MIKE!”, he yells out. Basically throwing himself at his Best friend, wrapping his arms around Mike’s neck.
Mike is a bit surprised, but hugs Will back regardless, “Where are we….?”, he whispers, letting his Best friend cling to him.
“I don’t know….”, Will answers in a small voice, still clinging onto Mike, not planning on letting go any time soon.
Someone clears their throat behind them, the two younger boys look up, still holding onto each other.