- " 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 makes his first ever friend — but at the cost of him wanting to bury himself six feet under every time he opens his mouth.
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"so.. how did you get here?" frederick asks the boy he came to know as william byers, will for short. he had made the boy sit down on his bed so he could make sure that the boy wasn't injured. he gives the boy a quick look, scanning from head to toe until he deems that he wasn't that injured, only a few scratches here and there.
will stares at the odd boy in front of him. it wasn't that he didn't trust the boy, no. frederick had saved him from a sad death. surely, if he wanted to hurt or murder him, he would've done so already, right? he wouldn't have helped him if he was bad.
but a few hours in this.. dark world— the vale of shadows, the upside down. it already had taken a toll on the young boy. the place was dark and annoyingly cold, and everytime he breathed he felt like his entire throat was burning. it was as if the atmosphere in this world was toxic.
so how did the boy who saved him look like he was doing fine? hell, he didn't even break a sweat when he swung his bat around like a madman trying to save him from an attack by the demogorgon.
and though the area was awfully cold, being close to frederick made him feel warm. it made him feel like he could breathe.
he furrows his eyebrows in thought. frederick wasn't the reason why he was dragged into this world, was it? even the thought of that made him feel guilty. he just met the dude, and the same dude made him feel better when he decided to have a breakdown in the middle of the woods at the realization that he could have died if it weren't for the wanderer.
frederick had saved him, and he had the audacity to accuse him of what happened to him?
"i.. uh."
"hey, don't worry. you don't have to say anything." the taller boy says. he hands will a water bottle— one that looked quite fresh, mind you, and the other boy could only give him a bewildered look. "i don't know how long you've been here.. but here, drink this. i promise it's safe."
frederick almost cursed at himself at how awkward he sounded. he couldn't believe this is how he behaves when a friend was all he ever wanted whenever he felt lonely in this hellhole.
was he too annoying? was he being too nice? was he being too mean?
the shorter boy hasn't said anything to him after he asked to hold his hand, and he couldn't help but feel that maybe he shouldn't hsve offered his hand. maybe will thinks that he's a creep, and he'll loose the chance to finally make a friend, and he'll be alone for the rest of his life.
