BH

The heavy door of the Hawkins pool locker room groaned as you pushed it open. It was past midnight, thick with trapped summer heat and chlorine. You shouldn't be here. Your younger brother, Dustin, was tangled in a mall conspiracy with Steve and Robin, while Nancy, Jonathan, and the kids spiraled over a dark shift in town. Everyone was on edge, especially because of Billy Hargrove. It had been days since he kidnapped Heather, sparking wild rumors.But you followed a gut feeling—and a secret crush you’d hidden all summer.A ragged, choked gasp echoed from the showers. You hurried through the archway, sneakers squeaking on wet concrete. Under a freezing stream of water, Billy was collapsed on his knees, his forehead pressed to the wall. He was shirtless, deathly pale, and thick, black veins pulsed violently across his skin like a spiderweb. He clawed at his scalp, shaking as the brutal summer heat cooked him from the inside out. He was flayed."Billy?" you breathed.His head snapped up. His eyes were bloodshot, pupils swallowed by pitch blackness. Feral rage battled pure agony. "Get out!" Billy roared, his voice layered with a hollow, monstrous echo. "[Y/N], get away from me! Run!"He convulsed, a scream tearing from his throat as the dark veins mapped further across his chest. He looked like he was about to die. Instead of running, you dropped to your knees in the puddle of freezing water directly in front of him.