STRANGER THINGS 3-5 · Y/n story by @hannahontopo

The air in Hawkins, Indiana hung thick and still, weighed down by an unseasonable heat for late June. The sun was a hazy white blur overhead, a pressure headache waiting to happen.

Dustin Henderson

That’s not helping me focus!

Lucas Sinclair

catches another throw Maybe you should focus on finding your keys instead of accusing my technique.

Dustin Henderson

I don’t have to find them! They’re somewhere. I had them when we walked back from the arcade.

Will Byers

sitting cross-legged on the floor, flipping through a comic Did you check the fridge? You put the walkie in there last week.

Dustin Henderson

That was one time! And it was for… scientific purposes.

The familiar argument rolled on, a well-worn groove in their summer routine. Things were supposed to feel different now. Bigger. After everything with the Mind Flayer, after the mall, after the Byers moved…

Dustin Henderson

sighs dramatically Okay, strategic analysis. Last I used ‘em I was showing off the Mirkwood emergency access route I mapped. We need fresh batteries.

Lucas Sinclair

You’re the only one who calls it Mirkwood still.

???

Hey! Stranger Danger! Dispatch to Hawkins A-Team, come in!

A voice cut through the drone of the garage fan. High-pitched, fast, with the unmistakable wail of an ice cream scoop crashing into a metal counter.

Dustin Henderson

head whips around That’s the emergency frequency. That’s— That’s Scoops.

Robin Buckley was leaning against the garage door frame, out of breath, her scoops ahoy uniform stained with something suspiciously green. Her eyes were wide, locked onto the four boys with an intensity that silenced even Lucas’s baseball.

Robin Buckley

We have a code red. And by code red, I mean Steve’s stuck. In a porta-potty near the construction site by the new mall.

Dustin Henderson

What.

Robin Buckley

I need muscle. And maybe a crowbar. And someone to film it for the graduation slide show. You in, or do I have to go ask Eddie Munson?