- " these past few years have been a living hell, but i'd live through them again and again if it meant i get to meet you, will. "
| will byers x male!oc
| stranger things does not belong to me.
| lower case intended
IN WHICH frederick meets a boy with an odd choice of haircut, taking him into his little temporary shelter that he sojourns in.
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the day had been like any other day for frederick.
the young wanderer spent the whole day before going back to the town he first woke up in — hawkins, indiana. the town he deemed as home, or something akin to it. he wasn't sure. the term 'home' had always been lost to him. was home a place you felt safe at? was home the house you grew up at?
was home a person?
questions after questions. it seemed like his mind didn't like the concept of shutting up.
it's not like he had anywhere that he felt safe at, really. and he didn't have a house, either. the young boy, despite being — well, a young boy — was always on the move. the only thing close to a place he felt safe being in was the little shed that was built right nearby a huge tree of some street in the small town.
the shed was surprisingly bigger than how a normal shed would look like, fortunately for frederick. it had a toilet connected to the side the shed, too. the insides weren't that corrupted with the black goo that littered across the world he lived in, and it only took himself a day or two getting rid of the remains to make the insides feel more comfortable.
it wasn't just that, too. he didn't know how the world worked. most of the time, food was scarce. he had a better chance of looking for water in the houses and stores he visited than finding anything he could eat.
sometimes, when the rare occasion that he does end up finding something he could eat, something that wasn't rotten or wrapped around weird black tendrils — he ate. if he felt like he didn't need to eat for the time being, he brings them into the shed.
other times, when his stock of food runs out, he could only suppress his appetite by drinking water. it's not like there were other choices for him, really. he didn't even know why he was trying so hard to live — but that didn't matter.
he never stopped to question why he had survived for so long without one of the basic human needs. was he even human?
he carefully tread through the trees so as to not alert anything on his way to the shed. he wouldn't want to waste his stamina for his own reckless ways of doing things when he could be diligent and quiet.
the corner of his lips tilted upwards when he saw the huge tree and his shed still standing strong. though the exterior of the small building was covered with dirt and the black goo, he knew that the insides were promising.
