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Hᴀᴡᴋɪɴs, Iɴᴅɪᴀɴᴀ. 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟑
— "MY OPINION ? ITHINK this is crazy. will is alive. and in 24 hours, we'll assist his funeral. this was a fake body." i told dustin, who nodded.
"i think she's crazy— not in that way ! but her powers ! do you imagine ? if she wasn't there, everyone would think he's actually dead, including us." but mrs.Byers. i agreed with dustin. he's really my best friend in theory. i like him. he's intelligent, and funny, and he has lots of references to games, movies, series, etc..
mike and lucas quickly came to the basement where eleven was laying on the couch, recuperating from using her powers. and sat where dustin and i were, where we used to play DnD and laugh all night with will. dustin was at my right, mike stayed up, and lucas was sitting in front of me.
"but i think we should be careful with el and her powers. i mean, yeah it's for good use but.. what if she loses her powers because of us ?" miranda sighed as her eyes fell on the girl, who was still recuperating from earlier.
she felt a gentle hand on hers, "i think that she's gonna be okay." her eyes fell back on mike and she shots him a smile, he softly blushed. dustin started making vomiting sounds, and lucas frown. after a moment he took his brother role and broke the moment. "OKAY!" he removed his best friend's hand from his sister's hand, "enough." he said with a tight fake smile.
"what was will saying ?" mike changed the subject, but was still in the trajectory of what we were saying. "like home.. like home.." mike repeated our friends statements about where he was. and suddenly i could hear his voice again, filled with distress. "but dark..?"
"and empty." lucas added, completing the sentence. dustin sighed, "empty and cold.. wait, did he say cold ?" he asked and i nodded.
"i don't know." my brother said. "the stupid radio kept going in and out." again, dustin sighed. "it's like riddles in the dark."
"like home." mike was pacing around, and eleven watched us talk, lying on the couch. "like his house ?"
"or maybe like Hawkins." since its home to us. "upside down." eleven said. "what'd she say ?" lucas asked.
"upside down." i repeated what'd she said. "what ?" lucas was confused. i frowned, "are you deaf ? upside down !"
