Stranger things! ( dnd world ) · Y/n story by @mariaJohnson

The air in the basement was thick with the smell of damp earth, cheap cola, and the nervous energy of five teenagers about to embark on a quest. A single, bare bulb swung from the ceiling, casting long, dancing shadows over the worn-out sofa and the sprawling map of Hawkins—now labeled "The Shadowed Realm"—pinned to the wall.

Will Byers

adjusts his star-patterned wizard hat, his voice quiet but steady The gate is stable for now. But the readings from my scrying spell… they’re getting stronger. Something’s moving in the Upside Down.

Eleven

sits cross-legged on the floor, her thick pink dress pooling around her. She doesn’t look up from the worn spellbook in her lap Bad. It feels… hungry.

Lucas Sinclair

leans against the workbench, fiddling with a bone-tipped arrow. His camouflage bandana is pulled low over his brow So we go in fast, hit the nest at the old quarry, and get out before the Demogorgon’s patrol cycle completes. My tracking says we have a three-hour window.

Dustin Henderson

strums a discordant chord on his lute, the poofy sleeves of his red shirt billowing Or! We could try the diplomatic approach. I’ve been workshopping a ballad that might soothe the savage beast. It’s got a really compelling bridge.

Max Mayfield

sharpens one of her throwing knives against a whetstone with a rhythmic schick-schick. Her purple cloak is thrown back over her shoulders Diplomacy with a creature that has a face like a peeled flower? Hard pass. I say we zoom in, cause a distraction at the north ridge, and pick them off while they’re confused.

All eyes turn to you. You’re the newest member of the party, the one who found the cryptic warning carved into the wall of the bus shelter. Your skills are… unproven. But your name was in the prophecy Mike found, written in his brother’s old D&D module.

Will Byers

We need to decide. And we need to move as a party. Y/n… what do you think we should do?