||Stuck in Another Universe|| A Stranger Things story

•We may never get out...•

Getting up from the bench, you began to feel increasingly dizzy. Suddenly your feet weren't strong enough to hold you, and as you collapsed to the ground your blurry vision went dark.

As if almost comical, a man laughs...

"Can't even survive 5 hours outside of your comforted dimension... a shame, really." The mysterious man commented, "How will you spend the rest of your life here? You only know how to collapse and faint." He laughed, "Disappointing."

Still unable to move, are you conscious? How are you hearing his voice, and why now?

"It'll take some time to get used to, but try not to hurt yourself when you faint- oh wait. That's not my problem, actually. Hurt yourself as much as you want, die if you want to. Doesn't matter to me." He concluded.

Lying unconscious, you jerk awake. Rubbing your temples, "What the hell is this dude's problem. Ruining my life," you grunt, slowly getting up, "ruining my career," you sigh, "and for what? Entertainment? You sick fvck, is this amusing to you?" You murmured under your breath.

"Excuse me, are you alright? I saw you collapse, and I, uh, came over as fast as I could, I was just over there." A young boy gestures to the play structure.

"The jungle gym?" You question.

He laughed, "Yeah, kind of a weird story, I woke up and like there were a hundred girls outside of my house, some of them got in and they were like attacking me. Most of them were like screaming, but I don't know. I like kinda just ran and hid... in the jungle gym." He explained, smiling.

"I see..." You squint, "You know, I feel like... I've seen you somewhere." You tell him.

"Really? Well, uh, I don't really know where you would like know me from. Kind of a nobody." He laughed, avoiding eye contact, "My name's Mike, Mike Wheeler. Nice board, Santa Cruz, I dig that. Looks kinda funky, where'd you get it from?" He asked.

Sh*****t. The Mike Wheeler? You stand, somewhat gawking at the fact that main character, Mike Wheeler was standing in front of you... as an actual person.

"Dude, thanks, but I've really gotta go." You step on your skate board, "Oh and by the way, It's special edition." You laugh, leaving on your skateboard, cruising... anywhere away from him.

You felt like the more you interacted with this world, the more reality would kick in, and the more you might never be able to get out. "Mike. Fvckin'. Wheeler... sh*t! I must be out of my damn mind." You announce, combing your fingers through your hair as the wind blows between it. Out of curiosity you look behind you, to see Mike Wheeler still standing there. Probably wondering why you ran off so quickly. "Sorry dude, I'm not a cougar, you're like 15." You laugh, "And now I'm talking to myself... great, I might actually cry, holy crap."

Skidding yourself to a stop, you find yourself at a local diner.

"I need directions..." You remember, leaning your skateboard up against the wall.

Walking in, many of the customers turn their attention toward you.

"It'a 80 degrees outside, young man. No hoods inside, show some respect." The owner reprimands.

"Oh, my bad." You apologize, pulling down your hoodie, "The breeze was chilly outside." You tell the man as you look at the collectible pins on the counter. "Where can I find the Rocket Gas closest to the bay?" You ask.

"Follow the rim of the forest, it's down the hill. You looking to buy?" He asks, referring to the pins.

"Looking to sell? How much?" You ask.