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Within Hawkin's Lab as the building shut down, Ethan froze. He couldn't move, it was like sleep paralysis but he was awake, Mike shook him, trying to catch his attention as he thought he zoned out. Ethan's eyes drained of color while his breath started becoming quick, almost hyperventilating.
"Eth? Eth?!" Mike calls, shaking him by the shoulders.
Hopper grabs Ethan as his eyes roll back into his skull.
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Inside Ethan's mind, it didn't look like the void Eleven had said was in hers, just a black void as she described it. Ethan's looked like a classic home, belonging to a standard married couple with three children, that was identified by the family portrait hanging above the fireplace he stood in front of. The boy was convinced he accidently somehow teleported somewhere, how was the question.
The boy scanned the golden frame, it looked expensive. The family inside was a mother, brunette hair, pale skin, green eyes, wearing an outfit that would suit Karen Wheeler. The father looked like a sort of younger version of Hopper, without the bushy beard and resting bitch face, dressed like a classic 80's era father. The kids only looked to be a few months old, maybe up to a year, Ethan wasn't sure, triplets possibly. The first son, brunette, brown eyes, pale skin, wore a grey sweater, and looked scarily like Ethan. The daughter had shoulder length, dark brown hair and green eyes, and wore a pink sweater with a little headband. The second son had light brown hair, contrasting to the other two siblings, brown eyes, and wore a navy blue sweatshirt.
The brunette backed away from the mantle, stepping from the living room into the kitchen. There stood the mother, a scared expression painting her face as she stared at Ethan from the stove. Her hand rests on a spoon, which stirs a boiling pot of soup on the stovetop.
"I-I'm so sorry, ma'am, I was looking for my friend's house and I stumbled upon the wrong one, I'm so sorry-" Ethan started to apologize continuously before the woman shushed him.
"Quiet." she whispers, her voice welcoming and sweet like Karen Wheeler's, instead of the mean tone he expected. She stared at the boy, before stammering and acting as if something came to her. "You. You are my son. James."
"What? Uh, I-I think you have the wrong kid-" Ethan objects.
"James McCoy, born April 12th 1971, you have a birthmark shaped like a bird just above your stomach on the left side." the woman whispers.
Okay, either she's crazy, or a psychic.
Ethan stares back at her in confusion and shock, scared out of his mind that this random lady knew so much about him. Well, he wasn't familiar with the name James, or his birthday, his having been made up by the party, but he did have a bird shaped birthmark on his stomach.
