You're stuck in the Creel House for five days. Every escape attempt earns you a punishment. Just not the kind you expected. (Originally uploaded on A03, by yours truly)

Hawkins National Laboratory runs on routine: checklists, keycards, fluorescent lights, and the understanding that nothing here is personal. You learn this quickly, just a few days into the job that was forced onto you. You also learn that Peter Ballard never walks the same route twice, never stands where the cameras linger too long, and never looks at you unless you're alone. You are both orderlies-interchangeable, invisible, trained to keep your heads down and your mouths shut. Friendship is discouraged. Attachment is a liability. Affection is a violation. So you talk in hallways without microphones. You pass notes meant to be destroyed. You pretend not to notice when he positions himself between you and certain doors. Peter says the lab is watching everyone. Later, in a voice barely above a whisper, he tells you who you should really be afraid of. You should report him. You should keep your distance. You should never follow him off-camera. But the spaces between cameras are the only places you ever feel safe-and Peter is the only one who knows how to find them. Before the blood. Before the fire. Before he stops hesitating- you make a choice that was never cleared.

"Mice are skittish," he whispers, cool, daunting breath fanning over her paling face, "always running. But in the end?" He steps closer, hand outstretched, "They get caught in the trap." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Barbara had a sister. Eleanor survived Hawkins. Barely. Something watches her. Not hunting. Not saving. Just... learning. He offers quiet. Control. Safety that feels wrong the second it works. And she lets it. Trapped, trembling, alive. And somehow, for reasons she can't explain, she's not running.

Henry Creel survives the battle, but surviving comes at a cost. With the mind flayer dead, his powers fade, leaving him locked inside the lab that ruined him. This time, he has no voice guiding him, no powers to use as an escape. Only memories. Valerie, Dr. Brenner's daughter, is forced to work as his psychiatric nurse. She's meant to keep her distance and remember his past; but proximity blurs lines, and Henry has never been one to follow the rules. What starts professional observation quickly turns into something dangerous as Henry starts to see Valerie, not as a part of the lab, but as someone who understands him. Someone who listens to him, someone he wants. He begins to see her in a way no one else ever has. And in a place that's meant to to use and destroy him, she may be the one thing he can't let go of. "You're the only thing that makes sense to me," Henry says quietly, "the only thing that feels real." Henry Creel x Fem!OC

"𝘚𝘰...𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘰 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮?𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨?" "𝘐𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘺, 𝘺𝘦𝘴." In which a struggling and mentally-exhausted author finds the cure to her writer's block in a typewriter. Well, she finds that... and more. - 𝘛𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘳, 𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝙞𝙣𝙠. Jamie𝙭𝙛𝙚𝙢𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐑 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐈𝐓,, a romance/horror fic where sweet (Y/N) henderson meets a strange man who goes by the name of mr whatsit. highest ranks!! 1 #jamiecampbellbower 1 #peterballard 1 #henrycreel 1 #001 trying to update every day!!!! ongoing

"You're dreaming, I should think," His breath caressed my skin. It was there and then gone, far too fleeting. "So why am I here, Sixteen?" I didn't have an answer. "I don't know," I muttered. My heart thumped noisily in my chest. I could not think. "Can you make it stop?" His eyes flitted over mine. I could feel him like an infection. Crawling through my veins, warming my blood, shutting down my organs one by one until I was helpless, left with no other option aside from watching as he overtook me. "Do you want me to make it stop?" He gently tilted my head up. I was soundless as this all unfolded, unable to fight it, unsure if I even wanted to. ~ After Sixteen is abducted and taken to Hawkins Lab, she must adjust to life under the oppressive glare of Martin Brenner. Peter Ballard, an orderly who oversees her training, aims to the transition all the more difficult.

(001 fic) "My little secret," he whispers. "Try your hardest to stay quiet for me. I don't want your daddy hearing just how much I'm tainting his little angel, got it?" Then his hands and lips are everywhere and I have to bite down on my tongue to keep from screaming out loud, lest my father hears and I ruin our little secret." Juliette is the daughter of Dr. Martin Brenner, better known as "Papa." She knows her father loves his other "children" more than his own biological one, which is why she's so excited to move out to her dream college. But then an incident occurs revealing that Juliette is not just the average girl she thought she was. Juliette finds herself right in the middle of her fathers lab, alone with a newfound power, and assigned to train with Peter Ballard, a man she hates, a man who might be hiding something dark underneath those bright blue eyes and sweet smile. Can the two navigate this labyrinth together or will they drown underneath the weight of it all? -Obviously spoilers for season 4 of stranger things- -Chapters= 5000+ words (yeah they're rly long) -Smut/ mature themes... not for the kiddos lol -Word Count= over 200,000 -I will send 001 after you if you steal (plagiarize) anything from my story<3

In which 001 meets 000. The original one. "So what if I'm crazy? 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚." #001𝘹𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 #1 in Romance #1 in Stranger Things # 1 in 001 #1 in Henry Creel #1 in Alternate Universe #1 in selfinsert etc <33