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#OHOHONE   ─   an   independent   &   semi   -   selective   𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐲   𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐥   from   netflix’s   𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛   𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜.   character   based   on   the   tv   show   ,   personal   headcanons   and   other   sources.   spoilers   will   𝐍𝐎𝐓   be   tagged.   dark   themes   and   trigger   heavy   ;   low   activity.   account   is   currently   a   work   in   progress.   est.   june   4   ,   2022.

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𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐨𝐟𝐰𝐞𝐛𝐬 ;

i know this is a low activity account but sorry for the slow replies ! i really want to get things out and interact more but my brain is just giving me fuzzy static right now. so i’m gonna try to get a little extra sleep tonight and fingers crossed for tomorrow !

closed starter || @ohohone

Billy woke up. While information trickled in - headache, dry mouth, vague hospital smell - he blinked, waiting for his brain to switch on. Mornings were never his strong suit. He squinted reflexively against the morning light from the window before he realized that there was no sunlight, no window, and this wasn’t even his bedroom.

He sat up, grimacing against the dull throbbing in his skull. What the fuck happened?

And then he remembered. Neil’s ashen face and the faint tinkling of broken glass still falling out of the empty window frames. The disgust in his dad’s voice. ‘You damn freak!’

Fuck.

He’d… snapped? Usually his limbs turned to lead the moment Neil raised his hand, but this time something in his mind had lashed out. But it not only pushed Neil back, but blew out every window in the room.

Neil avoided him for a full day, and when he came back he wasn’t alone. Billy had gotten in a couple of good hits before he felt a needle in his neck. And this place? He didn’t know what to make of it. The sterile environment, like something caught between a hospital and a prison. The plain, grey sweatpants and t-shirt he was wearing told him somebody had taking the liberty to change him as if he was a fucking toddler.

I’d kill for a cigarette.

When the door at the end of the room opened he got to his feet, fear and anticipation curling in his chest.

the hallways are quiet this morning despite there being a room full of children not too far from where he is heading. henry knows this path all too well , having walked it every day for years before and now. each door along the corridor is numbered 1 through 18 , but not all of the rooms are occupied. footsteps are barely heard as he reaches the end of the hall and stands in front of a room without a number on it , the former occupant long gone ( or so the other children are told ). 

henry stands in front of the closed door for a moment before dark eyes glance up towards the corner of the hall where a camera sits , watching ( always watching ). finally , he drops his attention back to the door as he reaches out and touches the cool metal handle and turns it , the door swinging inward , before stepping inside.

‘ i see someone's awake. ’ the smile on henry's face when he spots the boy standing in the middle of the room is friendly in appearance only. if the boy were to look closer , he'd see the hint of strain around his lips and eyes. yes , he's curious about this new addition but not thrilled. he thinks the boy is too old to be here , to be a test subject -- maybe even a risk ; one more head for him to keep in line and one less chance at helping him. but it doesn't matter what he thinks. ‘ unfortunately, there is no smoking in here. but i'm sure we can come up with something to help with that. ’ it's as if henry could still read minds , eyes falling to twitchy fingers ( or maybe it was from the stench of nicotine that had clung to the clothes billy had been wearing when he was brought in ). ‘ now , i'm sure you have a lot of questions. i can try to answer a few , but you might want to save them for the doctor. ’

𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐞 — 𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐞 𝟎𝟎𝟓-𝟎𝟎𝟖.

‘ lost? ’ brows arch skyward in what must appear as confusion on henry's face. he's far from lost. but things have changed since he has been locked away all those years ago. streets haven't changed but the businesses and even some of the buildings have. ‘ no , it's just. . .been a while since i've been here. ’

random sad dialogue … sentence starters

“It is, I won’t argue with that.” Maysun paused, just for a moment, thinking carefully about her next words. She understood that terrible things happened, either because of someone or for no reason at all, her father had taught her that from such a young age. “Long term bitterness is a choice though. You can choose to be upset about things that have happened, or just ignore it for as long as possible. Which I realize is not a very good option either, but at least there are some glimmers of happiness in that option.”

henry listens to maysun speak , his mind debating if the young woman can be helpful to him or not. she seems smart , he'll give her that. but smart enough to realize the truth of the world around her? his intense gaze doesn't waver , watching her face for a reaction , as he speaks. ‘ you would only be creating anger and resentment in yourself by choosing to pretend. there is no comfort in ignorance. why settle for scraps when you can have it your way? ’

          *   *    “ who the hell are  you  ! ? ! ?   ”   the platinum blonde haired male asked with a quirked up eyebrow.   this stranger had appeared from out of a blue,   at least that’s what it seemed like to arnie.   he hadn’t seen him there a few seconds ago   &&   he had just turned around for a moment then looked back   &&   saw him there.    he definitely   WASN’T   tripping,   yet that is.

                           [     ‘   -   @ohohone​​​   /   closed starter    ]

henry's hands are clasped behind his back , his face neutral as he stares back at arnie. he doesn't move to apologize for scaring the other man. maybe if the blond had been more aware of his surroundings , he would have seen ( or at least heard ) him coming. but so many people walk around oblivious to the world around them that it's really no surprise. ‘ i didn't mean to startle you. ’ finally a smile ; feigned politeness. ‘ i'm visiting a friend , but i seem to have gotten turned around. do you know the byers? ’

↖ 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬.

i think one of the biggest things he regrets is having been locked away against his will for a good portion of his life. instead of doctor brenner helping him , he was used and then imprisoned when he didn’t fit the mold they wanted him to be. i can imagine he holds lots of resentment towards brenner and those at the lab for that. also , for stunting his plans / actions and for the many years of abuse he has suffered as a consequence of not conforming to their wishes. 

[  she’s still glancing around, then there’s a grip on her chin, forcing her steady.  she stares up at him  -  and it is up at him, bubbles suddenly feels very small  -  but the pout is not placated.  she’s only describable as ‘kicked puppy’.  ]   ❝ but it was my fault, wasn’t it? ❞  [  the edges of her mouth are somehow pulled down further.  ]   ❝ i’m gonna be in trouble. ❞

henry’s face softens , a sad smile barely curving his lips as he lets his hand drop away. he won’t lie to her ; he's not like the others. ‘ yes. papa will punish you , maybe use you as an example. ’ he tilts his head , dipping low enough so that he's eye to eye with the girl. he knows what sort of punishments the lab doles out ; he's been in her shoes , after all. ‘ but you are strong. you can learn from this. show them. ’

𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐨𝐟𝐰𝐞𝐛𝐬 ;

just got home and i’ve got some replies drafted , so once i get a little pizza in me i should start sending those out. 

this is also a friendly reminder that memes will always be welcomed and my im’s ( or discord if we’re mutuals ) are always open for chatting and plotting !