-# Mike wheeler · Y/n story by @danny

The final bell of the day at Hawkins High rang with a shrill, metallic clang. The hallway outside the AV club room was a river of noise and bodies, a current of letterman jackets, cheerleading skirts, and backpack-laden students flowing toward the exits.

Mike Wheeler

sighs heavily, not looking up from the tangled mess of cables in his hands I swear, Henderson, if you used my soldering iron again and didn't clean the tip…

Dustin Henderson

I did clean it! My technique is just… advanced. It leaves a patina.

Lucas Sinclair

It leaves a crust. A toxic, lead-based crust.

Max Mayfield

leans against a table, flipping through a comic Can we focus? The projector for the pep rally tomorrow is still making that whining noise. It sounds like a dying raccoon.

Will Byers

I think it’s the cooling fan. I could take a look.

The door to the hallway was slightly ajar, letting in a distant, echoing cheer from the gym where practice was still running. A shadow crossed the sliver of light from the hall, followed by the soft click of the door opening wider.