Stranger Things one shots

2. (Mike x Eleven) Amnesia AU

(Mike's pov)

I woke up to a blinding, white light and 5 figures standing beside me.

There was a really pretty girl with brown hair and brown eyes, seemingly happy that I had come to conciousness. There were also three boys and one more girl. A pale boy with bangs, another guy with a cap and still had his teeth coming in? A guy with a dark brown complexion and a camo headband and lastly, a girl with ginger hair and freckles who could definitely take me down in a fight. I looked around, blinking furiously and noticed that I was in a hospital room.

What the hell happened to me?

"Holy shit guys! He's awake! Get a doctor!", The guy with a cap yelled.

The boy with bangs slowly turned around and stared at him. "No Dustin, we can't see him awake and staring at us." He said sarcastically. Then he walked out of the room to get a doctor

"Jeez dude, those demodogs took you down good", Dustin said to me.

The fuck are demodogs? Why are these lunatics in a room with an unconcious . . . how old am I?

The girl who looked like Ginny Weasley stares at me and seems very upset for some reason.

"I don't think . . . Lucas, dude, babe, bro, he thinks we're crazy."

"How do you know?", The guy named Lucas asked.

"Because he looks like I did when you first told me about the demogorgan."

Lucas' eyes widened and looked back at me. "Holy shit Max, you're right."

"Demogorgan." That word seems familliar.

I spoke up, my voice raspy and sick, "Dungeons and Dragons."

They all looked at me, 'Dustin' giving me a toothless smile. "At least there's some parts of him still in there."

Does that mean that I know who they are? All I can remember was a number, an image, maybe a name? Otherwise, why would it be so important to me? There was an arm and imprinted on it was the number 011. I really needed to find this person. I felt such a strong connection to them

"Do any of you know someone who has, like a number tatooed on their arm? Maybe they can help me? I remember really caring abut them. I-I, yeah. I love them."

The girl with brown hair stared at me. "Number?"She asked, voice breaking.

I turned to her. "Yeah, the number Eleven."

The room suddenley became dead silent. It was so quiet, all you could here was the heart monitor in a nearby room and the footsteps of doctors shuffling down the hallway. The girl named Max looked at me.

"You really don't remember us, do you?"

She looked so upset and the girl with brown hair was almost on the verge of tears. Dustin too. So apperently I know these people very well, and I can't remember them for shit. Obviously, my first instinct is to lie about this and pretend that I know them until I actually do.

"No! I-uh . . . of course I know you guys. Max, don't worry about it."

Dustin smiled again, not so reassured this time. "S-see guys? He's fine!"

Lucas glared at him, " We've said our names since he woke up, genius!"

Max grabbed my shoulders and said, " What's your name? If you remember. No wait, you're stupid, you would probably forget on a regular basis."

They all struggled to find something that I would remember. Suddenley, Max asked something that I really couldn't answer. "What's her name?". Then she pointed at the brown haired girl.