Made by: crazy_together
Summary: This takes place after the ending of Season 4, Vecna is hurt which means he need to regain power, which means more kills
Obviously he goes for the gay boy cause Will can never get a fucking break
Its been a week since the apocalypse has begun. Ever since the gates have opened, earthquakes have become more frequent, and demogorgons and demobats have begun to roam around the town of Hawkins. Citizens hiding out in their boarded up homes, people in the school trying their best to defend themselves with the help of Steve and Robin, and Dustin comforting people and helping with injuries. Everyone else is staying at the Wheeler house trying to make a plan to defeat Vecna for good. They still haven't come up with anything.
"Its been a week already and we still haven't come up with anything, at this rate Vecna will take over Hawkins before we can even throw the first punch." Mike scolded. He was sitting in the middle of Will and El on the couch in his basement, Hopper, Joyce, Johnathon and Nancy standing across from them and Lucas sitting on the chair across from them.
"He's right." Johnathon stated "We need to start taking action before we are all killed"
"Yeah but kiddo over there said Vecna is currently weakened, right?" Hopper asked, everyone turns to Will.
"Yeah." Will hesitates "He's still weakened."
"Great!" Hopper continues, "That means we still have time."
"Yeah but he'll gain power soon and once he's not weak anymore his full plan will go into effect and we're done for." Nancy cautioned
Lucas speaks up "Hate to interrupt but might I add we're also running low on food."
"Shit." Hopper shuddered. They were going to have to make a supply trip into town. "Okay we'll continue this conversation later, I'll go into town and get us food-"
Hopper gets cut off by Joyce "I'm going as well."
"Joyce you can't-"
"You almost died at the Russian prison to a demodog, I won't let that happen again. I'm coming with you." Joyce insisted
El stood up "I'm coming too."
"Absolutely not." Hopper scolded "You're staying right here where you are safe."
"No." El stated, "Last time I wasn't able to protect you, you almost died and got stuck in a Russian prison for a year. I'm stronger than I was before, I can help." El's eyes begin to well up, she didn't want to lose her dad again "Please."
Hopper hesitates and looks to Joyce. She nods "Okay fine. You can come."
Hopper grabs the two Walkie-Talkies from a table in the basement and hands one to Johnathon. "If anything and I mean ANYTHING happens at all, you contact us, got it?"
"Got it." Johnathon affirmed
"Nancy don't you have guns in your room?" Hopper asks
"I do! I'll show you where they are." Nancy, Hopper, Joyce and El head up the stairs
Will looks down at the floor and begins fidgeting with hands. Mike notices this and puts his hand on Will's shoulder, "Hey, you okay?"
"Yeah I'm fine, I'm just worried about my Mom and El." Will responded. It was true that he was worried about Joyce and El but that wasn't why he was so fidgety. It had been almost a full day since Will began having visions, visions of an old grandfather clock. He hadn't told anyone yet, not even Mike. With everything that has been going on he didn't want to add more problems to the ones they already had. He just dismissed the visions as a result of the stress, he didn't realize how wrong he was.
Mike replies "They're gonna be okay Will, your mom is stronger than she looks and so is El." Mike gives Will a comforting smile
Will blushes and smiles back. Mike's smile can still manage to light up a room, even during the end of the world.
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20 minutes pass by since Hopper, Joyce and El left. Everyone was still in the basement, not saying a word. Finally Mike spoke, "Hey Will, can I ask you something?"
"Yeah, what is it?" Will responded still fidgeting with his hands
Mike turned towards Will, "El didn't ask you to make the painting, did she." Mike asked
Will felt his heart skip a beat, how did he know?
"What do you mean?" Will stuttered
"I asked El about the painting," Mike replied, "and she said she never asked you to make a painting in fact, she said you were too busy making a painting for..." Mike pauses for a second to look at Will before continuing "for your crush."
Will feels his heart sink to the bottom of his stomach. Shit, shit, shit, he knows, he knows I like him. Why now?
"Mike I-"
Mike cuts him off and laughs "Did you really think I would like someone like you?"
What.
Will's eyes tear up "Mike, what are you-"
Mike cuts Will off again looking at him with disgust, "I'm not a gross faggot like you Will."
Will's heart shattered. This can't be real, it can't. Mike would never say these things right?
With tears running down his face Will mutters "Mike, I didn't mean for-"
"Didn't mean for what?" Mike stands up, his tone getting more aggressive, "Didn't mean for me to find out that your dad was right? That your just a stupid mistake like he always said you were?"
Will in disbelief looks over to Johnathon for some kinda reassurance but he's not acknowledging what's happening, no one is. It's like they can't hear or see what's happening to Will. Will looks down at the floor and closes his eyes for a second to try to process what's happening. When he opens his eyes to look up at Mike he realizes Mike isn't there, he isn't even at the same house. He's back at his childhood home
What's going on?
Will turns his attention over to the kitchen where he sees his mom and dad arguing.
"C'mon Joyce I was just trying to man him up, it's not my fault he's a pathetic faggot." Lonnie snapped
"You made him kill an innocent animal, of course he would cry he's only 8." Joyce snapped back
Will remembers this. It was his 8th birthday and his dad thought it would be a good idea to make him shoot a bunny to "man him up", of course he ended up crying and Joyce and Johnathon had to comfort him for like a week.
"You think you're a pathetic mistake to all of them, don't you?" A deep voice from behind Will taunted. Will turns around and sees him...
Vecna
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