After watching Will’s body be pulled out of the quarry, Mike breaks off towards Castle Byers. He hopes to find Will there— drawing, reading comics, doing anything that’ll prove to Mike that what he saw wasn’t real.
As Mike wipes the tears off of his face, he halts to a stop. A faint red glow can be seen coming from further down the woods.
After debating with himself, he decides to take a look. Shocked, he finds himself looking at.. a rift?
He can barely see, nightfall had crept in. As he fumbles for his flashlights switch, he hears a faint breathing sound coming from the rift. Just as he manages to turn it on, he comes face to face with something? No. Someone.
Mike feels his heart start to race and his lungs collapse. It- it can’t be, Mike doesn’t know if this is a figment he made up or if he’s really face to face with Will.
He takes a closer look. He recognizes that it’s Will’s bowl cut he’s looking at. Those are Will’s very expressive eyebrows he’s looking at too. But, as he moves down to the eyes, Mike feels a pit form at the bottom of his stomach.
He’s missing an eye. It’s a gruesome scene and Mike doesn’t know if he can push down the acid he feels rising. While trying to avoid eye contact, he comes face to face with said eye.
It’s dirty and cloudy and it’s right at Will’s foot. He wants to run away, somehow this scene is making him feel even more queasy than seeing Will’s body at the quarry.
Should he run? There’s no way this is all real. What-
“Mike?” Will croaks, “Is that you?”
Mike tries to make out something. Anything.
Will opens his mouth again and, almost begging says, “Help. Mike. I need help. Help me. I want to go home.”
Mike, still unable to quite get out any words, moves closer. As he does, he notices something’s off. Will. He’s almost.. translucent. The light reflecting off of his flashlight seems to make Will glow.
“Will, hold on, I’m here. I’m going to get you out of there.”
Both boys start to approach the rift. Their hands reaching out for one another. Just as they inch closer to one another, the rift starts to close in on itself. Faster. Faster. Until it swallows onto itself.
Mike’s left standing there in the woods. In shock. He whips his head around, “Will?” He swallows the lump in his throat he didn’t know he had. “WILL?!”
He crumbles to the ground and starts crying. Pounding his fists on the damp autumn leaves beneath him. As if that would open the rift back. As if that would bring Will back.
Writing is not my thing. But I wanted to come up with a story to this little drawing I made. Hope you guys like it!
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