THANTOPHOBIA | WILL BYERS ² ✔

The Mind Flayer [Pt.3 - FINAL PART]

We were setting the place up in the shack.

I and some of the others were taping cardboard and tin foil to the walls.

Jonathan then brought Will into the shack once we were done.

I then had to watch him be tied him to a chair. It honestly hurt my heart to see him like this.

The place was set up, and Will was still unconscious.

He looked so peaceful.

"All right, you ready?" Hopper asked. Mrs. Byers nodded and Hop grabbed a cotton pad and put some ammonia on it, and then put it under Will's nose.

And then, he gasped himself awake.

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Will looked so confused and hurt inside, I didn't know how to deal with it.

"What? What? What is this?" He said, trying to shake himself in the ropes.

I crossed my arms and just seeing him like that made a lump in my throat and I had to hold tears back.

"What? What is this? Why am I tied up?"

Mrs. Byers sat in front of him.

"Will, we just wanna talk to you. We're not gonna hurt you."

"Where am I?!" He shouted.

Hopper knelt beside Mrs. Byers. "You recognize this?" He said, holding up his drawing of the mind flayer. "DO you recognize this?" Will shook his head.

"Hey." Mrs. Byers said again. "We wanna help you. But to do that, we have to understand how to kill it."

"WHY AM I TIED UP?!" He shouted. "Why am I tied up?! Why am I tied up?! Why am I tied up!?"

"Will!"

"Why am I tied up!? Why am I tied up!?"

Suddenly the lights that we were shining on Will started flickering.

"LET ME GO! LET ME GO! LET ME GO! LET ME GO!" He screamed, his voice getting deeper.

My heart started pounding once more, and some tears started streaming down my face.

"Shh, shh, shh," Mike said, holding me close to him.

Wow, he hasn't been this nice to me in a WHILE.

"LET ME GO! LET ME GO! LET ME GO! LET ME GO!" He started to tone down, and the lights started flickering less, too. "Let me go! Let me go! Let me go! Let me go! Let me go... Go..."

Will started calming down a bit, and Mike let go of me.

Hopper let Will go, and he seemed so tired.

The color had fully drained from his face, he was super pale.

Joyce (a/n: I'ma just start calling her Joyce) sat in the chair in front of him. Will was panting.

"Do you know what March 22nd is?" She asked him. "It's your birthday. Your birthday. When you turned 8, I gave that huge box of crayons. Do you remember that? It was 120 colors. And all your friends, they got you Star Wars toys, but all you wanted to do was to draw with all your new colors. And you drew this big spaceship, but it wasn't from a movie. It was your spaceship. A rainbow ship is what you called it. And you must've used every color in the box. I took that with me to Melvald's and I put it up and I told everyone who came in, 'my son drew this.'  And you were so embarrassed. But I was so proud I was so, so proud."

A few more tears fell down, as I remembered that day.

He was only concerned with his crayons on his birthday.