Stranger things · Y/n story by @sparklindiamond

The fluorescent lights of the Hawkins Police Department hummed low and constant. It was late. The kind of late where the world went still and quiet, save for the occasional crackle of the radio on the dispatch desk.

Jim Hopper

exhales slowly Alright, kid.

He watched her for a long moment. She sat small in the metal chair, hands flat on the table, eyes fixed on the laminate surface. A half-eaten granola bar sat untouched beside her hand.

Jim Hopper

Let's start from the beginning. This place. Hawkins Lab. What did they do to you in there?

The word Hawkins made her flinch. Barely. A micro-movement, like a muscle remembering a wound.

Jim Hopper

I need to know what we're dealing with. What they were doing. All of it.

El

quiet, barely above a whisper Bad men.