Stranger Things || MALE READER

Chapter 5: The Proposition

Walking hurt, my stitches opened up which caused me to limp a bit. I didn't even come far on my journey back to the trailer when I heard footsteps. Someone was running. Not even a second later there was a kid that stumbled onto the road. They looked around and their eyes went wide as soon as they saw me. Kinda looked like a deer in headlights. The kid took a step back looking up at me. She was probably scared. I raised my hands slowly to show I wasn't a threat and then spoke to her in a calming voice.

"Hey, don't worry. I'm not gonna hurt you or anything, alright?" She looked at me and tilted her head a bit, and then nodded. I gave her a reassuring smile while putting my hands down again.

"Alright, hey where are your parents? Are you okay? It's pretty late and these woods aren't really child friendly at the moment. Where do you live? I can walk you home if you want? Make sure you're not getting in trouble?"

"No!" she replied loudly but then jumped back, scared of her own outburst. I also took a step back raising my hands again to calm her down.

"Alright, alright, don't worry, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you or anything-"

"No." she interrupted my rambling. She seemed calmer now.

"Home? What's home?"

What's home?

I looked at her confused, my brows furrowed.

"Uhm...well home is like the place where you live, you know? Well in this case at least. Some people might say home is the people you care about or—You didn't ask that, never mind." I looked at her face, which held confusion, but she soon looked up at me with a determined look and the faintest of smiles on her face.

"Home." She repeated and smiled at me. I stared at her, not knowing what to say to that.

Okay. That's...weird. No judgement though, I wasn't the brightest myself. And I dint' know that many words...but like at 3 years old. Not when I was, what I assumed, 11 or 12. Alright, yeah no, that's weird.

"Soo...Should I get you home or?" She nodded at me and started to walk, and I instantly followed, holding my side, where my wound was, to put pressure on it.

"Hey, I never got your name? Mine's y/n." I stuck out my hand for her to take and she did, while looking up at me.

"Eleven." I furrowed my brows and tilted my head a bit.

That's not a name, that's a number. (A/N: Z Nation anyone? No? Just me? Alright)

I opened my mouth to say something but decided against it and just kept walking next to her.

"Fucking hilarious. But who calls their kid a number? That's just like a sticker on their forehead sayin "Bully me, my name is literally, fucking 11" The creature cackled still observing the Winchester boy and the small kid.

A shiver ran down my spine. I didn't exactly know why but I felt the urge to punch someone in the face. It was the same feeling I had when someone made fun of my brothers. Weird. Weird day.

The walk was silent until we neared one of the houses. I quickly identified the name on the mailbox and grew confused. "Wheeler"

"You part of the Wheeler family? I thought they only had three kids?" I asked looking down at the girl. She slowly looked up at me, her eyes wider than usual and her shoulders were tense.

"Friend." She pointed to herself, and then looked at the house and redirected her finger.

"Mike. Friend." I raised an eyebrow at this.