Third Person POV, Joyce's house
Hopper stands in front of Joyce, unsure of how to tell her that her son is dead.
"Joyce (Fair warning, I can't remember what he actually says, so I'm just making this up as I go.) There's no easy way to tell you this, but here goes. I was just at the Quarry, and we-we found a body. It's Will's." Hopper explains to the distressed woman.
"No, no you don't understand, I talked to Will a half hour ago. Through-through the lights! He-he told me he was alive, and that he isn't safe, so we have to go find him!" Joyce tells Hopper, trying to get him to understand.
"Joyce-" Hopper starts, but then he thinks better of it and hugs the poor woman.
After Hopper leaves, Joyce lays on her bed, crying. Then, all of a sudden, she gets up, marches off to the shed, and grabs an axe.
She stalks back into the house and positions herself on the couch, and then she stares quite intently at the wall.
Still Third Person POV, Mike's house.
Mike is sitting on the couch in his basement, going through a box of Will's drawings.
The sound of static draws him out of his thoughts.
"Will you PLEASE stop that?" Mike doesn't even look in El's direction.
El glances at him for a second, then goes back to the walkie.
"Are you deaf? I thought we were friends, you know? Friends tell each other the truth, and they definitely don't lie to each other. You made me think Will was okay, that he was still out there, but he wasn't. He wasn't. You hurt me, you understand? What you did, sucks. Lucas was right about you all along." Mike rants.
El doesn't even look at him.
All of a sudden, a voice comes out of the walkie. El holds it out to Mike.
Mike gets up and takes the walkie.
"Will, is that you? It's Mike, do you copy over? Will, are you there? Will!" Mike shouts into the speaker.
He turns to El. "Was-was that....?"
El smiles at him the smallest bit as blood drips down her nose. "Will."
Third Person POV, Joyce's house.
Joyce is asleep on the couch. An extremely distorted voice calls out. "Mom!" Joyce starts as Will stands in front of her.
"Mom!" Jonathan is shaking Joyce's shoulder.
Joyce rubs her eyes. "What time is it?"
Jonathan looks at her. "Almost eight. We gotta go."
"Where?" Joyce questions.
"To see Will."
Third Person POV, Mike's house (again)
Mike somehow managed to convince Karen to let him stay at home. As soon as she leaves the house, he grabs his walkie.
"Lucas, do you copy? Lucas, c'mon I know you're there. This is urgent, I'm serious. I'm not gonna stop until you answer. Lucas. Lucas. Lucas. Lucas. LucasLucasLucasLucasLucasLucasLucaLucasLucasLucasLucas-"
Lucas rolls over in his bed. "Go away Mike. I'm not in the mood. Over and out." Lucas is about to shut the walkie off when Mike's annoyed voice comes through the walkie.
"No, not out. This is about Will. Over."
"What about Will? You mean about his funeral, over?" Lucas questions.
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It Only Gets Stranger *ST X Reader*
FanfictionY/n L/n was experiment number 10. You escaped the lab when you were eleven. After walking a few miles, you passed out. When you came too, four boys were standing above you. Fast forward three years, you are best friends with Mike, Lucas, Will, and D...
