The painting ~ byler

IX

Hi guys so this chapter is going to be switching between povs quite a bit so hopefully it's not too confusing

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- WILL'S POV -
- 4:34 PM -

Mike actually kissed me? Did that mean... he liked me? Or did he do it as a joke?

"Do you actually have a plan on how you are going to Kill him?" I stare blankly at El.

"Well... we need to go to an open place. Like the woods. And I need vecnas attention. Like what we did with Max. But this time we will be more prepared, I can bring him into our world. I can send me and him to a different dimension, one to lock him up for good. No getting in, no getting out."

"But what about you? You promised us-"

"Please Will. Don't tell the others."

"I'm helping you. Vecna wants me. I'll be the bait." El nods. "But it's raining? Are you sure you want to do it now?"

"It's now, or another day Vecna can kill someone."

- MIKE'S POV -
- 4:41PM -

Me, Dustin and Lucas approached the Byers house and I knocked on the door.

"Oh hey guys!"

"Jonathan? Is Will and El here?" I ask.

"No, I think they went for a walk in the woods. Why?" He looks at me confused.

"What!? Do you know what they are doing?" I start to panic.

"I don't know... why!?" He's now panicking too.

"No time to explain, we have to go thanks Jonathan!" The three of us jump on our Bike's and get to the woods as quick as we can.

"Wait!" I hear Jonathan's voice echo behind me.

- WILL'S POV -
- 4:40 -

"At least the rain's stopped" I say.

As we were walking through the woods I remembered something. Castle Byers.

"Hey... could you just give me a minute alone? I'll meet you at the spot." I ask.

"Sure." El says while carrying on walking.

I walk up to castle Byers, sitting down in it. I see something in the corner of my eye that caught my attention. I pick it up to reveal the painting I gave Mike in the van. "Must have left it in here" I thought. I look to the other side of me to see the photo of us in our ghostbuster costumes from when we were younger, except it was all taped up. A smile lit up on my face.

As I go to exit the wooden fort, I feel the wind start to pick up and feel goosebumps on my neck. I hear a familiar voice.

"Hit the goddamn ball!" A man shouts at a young child. That man and Child were my dad and me. "And don't stank like that! You look like a fag!"

"S- sorry." The child says back lowering his head.

"Stop stuttering! Lets try this again. You hold the bat and hit the ball. It's not that hard! You have to do this if you want to be a man."