Shit drafts

letter 2

mike woke up early the next morning to put the letters into envelopes to put them in the mailbox.

he puts el's letter into a random envelope and puts will's neatly into a yellow envelope and he heads outside to put them in the mailbox.

all of sudden it gets really dark and cold. instead of seeing the mail box, mike sees vecna's hand reaching out to take the two cards.

"no..! no!" he yelled, falling onto the ground and shielding himself with his arms. "get away!" mike screams, pulling the cards away. when he snaps back into reality, he's on the ground, and everything is back to normal.

mike quickly checks inside the mailbox for any other signs of vecna, but there was nothing.

he shoves the two letters into the mailbox and sprints inside.

holy.. fucking.. shit.. what the fuck was that?!?! mike thought scaredly. maybe i shouldn't have written that letter to will..? well, it doesn't matter. i haven't spoken to him in forever. he probably thinks i hate him or something. i don't want him to think that..

hours pass and mike is still shook from what happened outside. he sits in his basement, looking through all the drawings that will has given him, softly smiling as he remembers all their memories together. 

a/n

that's all i had

uh, thoughts?