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𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇: 𝓨𝓸𝓾’𝓻𝓮 𝓪 𝓣𝓾𝓻𝓷𝓫𝓸𝔀 𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻, 𝓪 𝓰𝓲𝓻𝓵 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓼 𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓷𝓸𝓫𝓸𝓭𝔂 𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓾𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓼. 𝓨𝓸𝓾’𝓻𝓮 𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓽𝔂, 𝓵𝓸𝓾𝓭 𝓭𝓾𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓰𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓼, 𝓾𝓼𝓾𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓼𝓾𝓻𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓭 𝓫𝔂 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓮𝓻 𝓼𝓺𝓾𝓪𝓭. 𝓞𝓷𝓮 𝓭𝓪𝔂, 𝓪𝓼 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓪𝓵𝓴 𝓹𝓪𝓼𝓽 𝓦𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓻𝓸𝔀𝓭𝓮𝓭 𝓱𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔀𝓪𝔂, 𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓮𝔃𝓮𝓼, 𝓼𝓮𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪 𝓿𝓲𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓶𝓪𝓻𝓴𝓼 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓼 𝓥𝓮𝓬𝓷𝓪’𝓼 𝓷𝓮𝔁𝓽 𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓰𝓮𝓽. 𝓜𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓲𝓬𝓮𝓼 𝓦𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓯𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓼 𝓱𝓲𝓶 𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓻, 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓲𝔃𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻’𝓼 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝔂𝓸𝓾, 𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓫𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓼𝓲𝓭𝓮.

The hallway was loud, full of lockers slamming and sneakers squeaking, but I barely noticed. My squad was ahead, laughing about some dumb joke I didn’t really care about, and I just wanted to get to my next class without tripping over anyone. I kept my eyes forward, ponytail bouncing, earbuds tucked in, pretending like I was the only person there.

That’s when I felt eyes shooting holes right in my head — Will Byers, standing by his locker, frozen, staring straight at me. He shivered and grasp the back of his neck. Something in the way he was looking at me made my stomach flip. I wondered if they were talking about me, though I couldn’t get an idea of why. It’s not like I had talked much to either of them. I had biology with Mike, the only time I really talk to him was when we had a project together in like seventh grade

I did, however, talk to Lucas quite a bit. When Lucas joined the basketball team, he started talking with me and he seemed pretty nice. Our friendship has been growing ever since and it easy to laugh with him then most of the other basketball boys.

But now… I couldn’t shake the feeling that Mike and Will were looking at me like something was wrong. My stomach twisted. I tried to brush it off, telling myself I was imagining things, but even from across the hall, I could see Will’s hands trembling slightly against his locker. Something was definitely off and I had a sinking feeling it had something to do with me.

MIKES POV

I could feel it the second I got close to him. Will was frozen by his locker, pale as if someone had drained the color from him, hands gripping the edge like he was trying not to fall through the floor. My chest tightened. Not again.

“Will? Dude… what’s wrong?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. He flinched like I’d shouted, but it was just my words. His eyes were wide, darting down the hallway, and I followed them.

I turned my head, following Will’s gaze, and that’s when I saw her. (Your name) Turnbow. She was walking past, hair bouncing, earbuds tucked in, totally oblivious to the hallway chaos or to us staring. My chest did a weird flip, even through the panic. She looked… bright. Like she belonged in the sunlight, not in the shadow of whatever the hell was creeping into Hawkins.

Gosh, she was so pretty. Mike had always had a bit of a secret crush on her ever since 7th grade when they got paired together for that stupid plant-cell project. He’d been convinced she was gonna be one of those rude popular girls who acted like they were too good for everyone else. The type who would roll their eyes, laugh with their friends later about getting partnered with “Wheeler the weirdo.”

But she hadn’t been like that.

Not even close.

To Mike’s surprise, Y/N Turnbow was… nice. Actually nice. She’d smiled at him, sat next to him like she wanted to be there, and didn’t treat him like he was invisible. She didn’t dump all the work on him or try to flirt her way into an A. She cared. She tried. They shared snacks during study sessions. She asked him about his favorite games. And sometimes—just sometimes—she laughed at his jokes like he wasn’t a complete dork.

They got an A+ on the project.

“I’m glad it was you I was stuck with, Wheeler,” she’d said, leaning into him just a little, her shoulder brushing his.

Mike had turned red so fast he nearly passed out. He could still feel the warmth of her against him, even now. The memory hit him like a punch, sharp and warm, and he felt himself blush before he could stop it.

And then he looked at her—walking past him now, older, prettier, brighter than he remembered—and the blush died out, replaced by a cold, creeping fear.

Because Will wasn’t staring at her for no reason.

And Mike felt it too.

That wrongness.

That heaviness in the air.

That same sick feeling Will had felt before Derek… before everything went bad.

Mike’s breath caught.

Y/N Turnbow was next.

IN WHICH:𝓨𝓸𝓾’𝓻𝓮 𝓪 𝓣𝓾𝓻𝓷𝓫𝓸𝔀 𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻, 𝓪 𝓰𝓲𝓻𝓵 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓼 𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓷𝓸𝓫𝓸𝓭𝔂 𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓾𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓼. 𝓨𝓸𝓾’𝓻𝓮 𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓽𝔂, 𝓵𝓸𝓾𝓭 𝓭𝓾𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓰𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓼, 𝓾𝓼𝓾𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓼𝓾𝓻𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓭 𝓫𝔂 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓮𝓻 𝓼𝓺𝓾𝓪𝓭. 𝓞𝓷𝓮 𝓭𝓪𝔂, 𝓪𝓼 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓪𝓵𝓴 𝓹𝓪𝓼𝓽 𝓦𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓻𝓸𝔀𝓭𝓮𝓭 𝓱𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔀𝓪𝔂, 𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓮𝔃𝓮𝓼, 𝓼𝓮𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪 𝓿𝓲𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓶𝓪𝓻𝓴𝓼 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓼 𝓥𝓮𝓬𝓷𝓪’𝓼 𝓷𝓮𝔁𝓽 𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓰𝓮𝓽. 𝓜𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓲𝓬𝓮𝓼 𝓦𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓯𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓼 𝓱𝓲𝓶 𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓻, 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓲𝔃𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻’𝓼 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝔂𝓸𝓾, 𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓫𝔂 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓼𝓲𝓭𝓮.

(Sorry it took me a lil bit I was having trouble w ideas and time. Also this now is after Holly was taken and Karen was attacked. But the first part was not. kinda of think of her being Vecnas victim instead of Derick)

Practice ran late.

By the time I finally left the gym, the sun was already setting, making a beautiful sky that dusty orange Hawkins always got before it went dark. I was getting a little chilly in only my t-shirt, jacket, and my biker shorts. My shoulders ached, my cheer bag felt heavier than usual, and my ponytail was falling apart in that annoying way it always did after too many routines.

Everything felt… different now. Holly had been taken, Karen attacked, and the whole town still buzzed with whispers about what had happened. People were scared, rumors flying, but the fear wasn’t just in Hawkins—it was in me too.

I waved goodbye to the last of my squad and started the walk home alone.

It was quiet. Too quiet.

My sneakers scuffed against the sidewalk, the sound echoing a little louder than it should’ve. I tried to shake off the weird feeling crawling up my spine, telling myself I was just tired. Practice had been brutal, that’s all. My brain was probably just messing with me.

Still… I couldn’t stop thinking about earlier.

About Will Byers freezing in the hallway.

About Mike Wheeler staring at me like he’d seen something he couldn’t unsee.

I turn my Walkman on, hugged my jacket tighter around myself and kept walking

pov change

Somewhere across town, you didn’t know it yet, but the party and everyone was freaking out. Voices raised, theories flying, panic setting in. Will trying to explain what he felt/ saw. Mike pacing, hands shaking, replaying the moment over and over in his head.

And you?

Just walking home from cheer practice, jumping over cracks in the sidewalk, completely unaware that the clock had already started ticking.

The streetlights flickered on.

back to you

And for the first time that day, I felt it — that strange pressure behind my eyes, like something was watching me from just out of sight.

To the party

Steve leaned back in his chair, spinning slightly, still holding the sense of disbelief in his hands. “Wait… Y/N Turnbow? As in the Turnbow family?” He glanced at Will, eyebrows raised. “You mean, like… the cheerleader?”

Will swallowed hard, nodding, hands fidgeting in his lap. “Yeah… I don’t know how to explain it. I just—when she walked past me earlier… I saw it. Like… a vision. Like what happened with Holly… but this time it was her.”

Nancy leaned forward, voice low but sharp. “A vision? Like… you saw her?”

“It’s like I was seeing through her, as her” his eyes flicking nervously between everyone. “I saw her falling during a stunt. She started crying and run out so no one would see her. I was her im positive, it happened just as she walked by.”

“Wait so were you seeing through the eyes of Vecna or YN?” Steve asked.

“Both, I was Vecna but in YNs mind”

“ Vecnas like a psychic serial killer, he stalks his victims, but he does it through their mind is what he did with Max and Chrissy.” Robin helped

“ Yeah but the way he’s doing it. This time is different.” Nancy added as everyone stared

“We went digging at the hospital and it turns out Vecna didn’t stalk her, didn’t appear as Vecna. He appeared as Henry.”

“We think he was tryna earn her trust” Mike says “ Now why he went to all that trouble we don’t know, but i highly doubt the long-term goals friendship” He pauses for a moment

“Vecna, whatever he’s planning we have to stop him and we have to save YN. No matter what it takes”

Now Mike is in front of a map explaining how their plan will go down.

“The Turnbows live here, we’ll wait in a van across the street, as soon as they’re asleep, we move in we grab YN and we move her over.” He points over like 3 miles “Here, the Corcal farm. It’s completely isolated it’s abandoned. The only thing is, she can’t see us or hear us the whole time so we’ll need the blind fold her.”

“ wait, wait, wait, wait. Blindfold her?” Steve interrupts

“So that Vecna doesn’t know where she is” Robin says

“ if I may well, I’m not morally opposed to any of this. There are a few holes.” Dustin interjects.

“ yeah like what if YN falls asleep before the demogorgan attack attacks her?” Lucas asks

“Or what if YN wakes up before we grab her alert her family and we’ll go to jail” Nancy adds

“

There’s another but the third in most gaping hole is even by some miracle if this plan works, Hollys still missing, Hopp and El still MIA. This doesn’t bring us any closer to Vecna it just gives YN more time.”

“Not necessarily” Mike hops up “ I think there’s a way we can save Holly YN” Everyone turns to him confused. “What if we have some established  trust with her, they’ll hang out get something to eat. Slip something in her food and boom. We get her safe and sound.”

Everyone turns and takes a long look at Mike. Nancy starts walking toward him. “Mike, I swear this better not just be some ploy to get you and her alone together! I’ve seen-” “Hey wait what!? What are you talking about?!” The truth was everyone could see how genuinely worried and scared he was, not just about Holly and his parents, not just about Vecna.

Nearly everyone besides YN had saw the way he looked at her like he was mesmerized. Walking down the hallway. Flying through the air in stunts. The best part of Lucas joining basketball was that he would get to see you on the sidelines. Now he was the lead of this case. Making sure everyone is putting in their part, not resting for a second. And now coming up with a plan that would allow him to get closer to you and gain your trust.

“Don’t. Don’t stand there and act like this is just strategy. We can all tell, Mike. This isn’t about Vecna anymore, this is about her.” Nancy said. Mike paused for a minute than started “Yeah. It is about her.” Making everyone snap their heads. “But that doesn’t mean I’m wrong. I’m not a stranger to her.” Everyone’s giving him a weird look exchanging glances. “We worked together before. She knows my name. That matters.”

Nancy rolls her eyes and cross her arms “You don’t even talk to her, Mike, so don’t tell me this is just strategy.” That hits Mike hard because he wished she was wrong. He thinks for a second. “Exactly. I don’t talk to her. Which means she won’t think I’m lying to her.” Everyone looks up with hope. Mike starts again “If it was someone she actually leans on, Vecna would notice the change.” he takes a look around and can tell he won them over while they all exchange looks.

“I’m not trying to be important to her, I’m trying to keep her alive.” He says with desperation eyes moving around the group. Nancy takes a step closer, arms still crossed “You get one chance.” Sticking her pointer finger her up, then lifting it i up closer If you mess this up, if you freeze—” Mike cuts in and starts shaking his head “I won’t.”

And for once, Nancy believes him. The room goes quiet once Mike finishes explaining. No one argues. That’s how they know it’s bad. But bad doesn’t mean wrong. Nancy nods, once. “We do it tonight.”

That’s it. Stakes set.

Mike doesn’t look at her.

If he does, he might hesitate.

And hesitation is how Vecna wins.

YOUR POV WERE ALMOST DONE I SWEAR

You heard about what happened at the Wheelers’ secondhand.

Bits and pieces. Broken glass. Police lights. Holly gone.

It doesn’t feel real—not the way it should. Just another awful thing that happened in Hawkins, another thing people whisper about in hallways and kitchens.

By the time you get home, you’re exhausted in that way that has nothing to do with sleep.

You change, crawl into bed, trying not to think about Will’s face earlier. The way he’d looked at you like he wanted to say something but didn’t.

You shift in bed turning towards the wall.

At first, you think it’s nothing. A neighbor. Someone walking their dog late. But he doesn’t move.

He just stands there under the streetlight, hands folded, staring at your house like he’s waiting for someone to notice him.

You sit up, heart beating faster than it should.

He looks up.

An older guy. Clean-cut. Normal. The kind of person your parents wouldn’t think twice about.

He smiles and gives a small wave.

You hesitate, confused more than scared.

The headache comes next. Dull. Annoying. Like you’ve been staring at a screen too long.

You frown and pull the curtain a little farther closed.

When you look back a second later—

He’s gone.

No footsteps. No sound. Just an empty patch of sidewalk and the hum of the streetlight.

You lie back down, telling yourself it was nothing. Someone lost. Someone weird.

Hawkins is full of weird.

Still, you lock your window before you sleep.

Just in case.

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