Mikes POV:
"Yeah?" I respond to my dad.
He's silent for a moment.
"Do you know anyone named Will Byers?" He asked. I froze in fear a chocked.
"Uh yeah. He's my best friend from school." I answer.
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Holly's POV:
I can tell Mike is sad. I go into his room.
"Sorry Mike. I know he was your friend."
I say through the door.
"Don't say was." Mike snapped back.
I felt bad for him. Will was the only one who cared. Who actually loved him really. I go into my room.
I grab my cross and my book.
"Jesus?" I look up.
"Is there any way you can get Mikes friend Will back? He's not actually dead right?"
"Holly what are you doing in there." Dad yells as he comes in.
"N-nothing daddy. Just getting ready for bed." I whimper.
He rolls his eyes and leaves.
Mikes POV:
"Don't eat all the icecream." Holly laughs as she goes to her friends house. I give her a thumbs up and walk away. I walk for a couple minutes and a black van is pulled up. I think nothing of it.
Then I see a man with groceries or something and he trips and falls.
"OH SHIT!" He yells.
"Hey son Can you please help me with this?" He asks.
The man was tall with sunglasses, short gray hair. A suit/vest with a dress shirt, tie and dress pants.
"Hey wanna see a magic trick?" He asked. He seemed friendly enough so I nodded.
I look in the window.
"Hey are those black balloons?" I ask.
I'm clenching onto my spaceship that was a pocket knife and a flashlight, cool right?
"Yep!" He says.
He grabs me and opens the window. Grabbing can of spray paint and spraying it in my eyes and mouth. I grab my little rocket and cut his arm.
I'm knocked out.
"Well here we are now a comfy place to sleep." I wake up, my vision blurry.
"Hi!" The old man says.
Im startled. I was thrown on a bed in a dreary basement. Cold and dark with one window that's up high above me. And there's one more thing beside me. A black phone. God is this guy and idiot I can literally call 911.
I grab it.
"It doesn't work." He says smiling at me.
"Who are you." I ask.
"Call me by the name. Papa." He grinned.
"Well. See you soon. Im busy and I am too lazy to take care of you." He laughs and locks the door behind him.
What the actual fuck.
I panic.
I'd rather have my dad beat me a million times with his belt then be stuck in this shithole.
I curl up on the mattress. Too tired to do anything but sleep.
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Byler Oneshots
FanfictionHeyyy Here are some juicy oneshots. Some might have like part 2s and stuff. But that's really all you need to know I guess. ALSO THERE WILL BE ABSOLUTELY NO SMUT IM ANY OF THESE. ONLY FLUFF AND ANGST
