The Disappearances ➙ Steve Harrington [01]( complete )

i. the vanishing of will byers

i. the vanishing of will byers

November 6, 1983: The Night of Will's Disappearance

"Promise, you'll be home by 9:30?" Will looked up at his sister who leaned her hip against the counter, her eyebrow raised the same way there mother's did when she wanted her question to be answered. Will nodded, "I promise. And if I need to, I'll call Jonathan if I don't want to walk home."

He watched as his sister nodded, cracking her knuckles in anxiety, and he knew she was worried something would happen.

When he was seven he fell on the concrete and cracked his head open when Jackie was watching him while their parents were at work and Jonathan was locked in his room, and during the summer he skidded his bike doing a trick that Jackie had taught him, the boy now supporting a pretty good scar on his left leg.

Will quickly swallowed the last of his peanut butter-covered toast, and put the crumb covered plate in the sink as his sister shoved a five dollar bill in his backpack, in case they went to the store for a break from their Campaign of Dungeons and Dragons.

"If I need to, I'll have Jonathan pick you up, it's supposed to be the coldest night so far this year, and I don't want you freezing your ass off on the bike ride home." she sighed. The girl herself was studying tonight with Nancy, the older sister of Will's best friend, Mike.

She smiled down at her youngest brother, "Now get going, you don't want to waste anymore time talking to me when you can save the Forgotten Princess." Will grinned up at his sister, zipping up his jacket before getting onto his bike and riding off towards the Wheeler's house at 7 o'clock in the morning.

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"Something's coming. Something hungry for blood."

Mike's voice lowered as he looked around the table at his three best friends from behind the Dungeons and Dragons game book, the basement quiet as his friends lingered onto his every word, "A shadow grows on the wall behind you, swallowing you in darkness-" He paused, "It is almost here."

Will let a smile grown onto his face, "What is it?"

"What if it's the Demogorgon? Oh, Jesus, we're so screwed if it's the Demogorgon." The third member of the party Dustin Henderson groaned looking at the group around him, his curly hair falling in front of his eyes, making him tuck it underneath his dirty blue, red, and white hat.