Stranger Things ✨ · Y/n story by @scarletbear

The first thing you notice about Hawkins is how the air tastes different here. Not like the sterile, recycled atmosphere you're used to, but like wet earth and something sweetly decaying, like the overripe apples rotting in the yard of the house your family just moved into.

Erica Sinclair

leaning against your new fence, arms crossed So. You're the new mystery meat.

A girl who can't be older than eleven regards you with an impressively unimpressed expression. She wears a pink sweater and a look that suggests she's already sized you up and found you wanting.

Erica Sinclair

Don't get any ideas. This town's weird enough without adding a wild card. My brother's crew over there she jerks her head toward the disappearing bikes might adopt you out of pity, but I'm a tougher sell.

From down the street, a lanky boy with fluffy brown hair slows his bike, turning to look back at your house. He seems curious, hesitant.

Erica Sinclair

That's Mike. He's the heart of the operation. Thinks with his feelings. It's exhausting.

She pushes off the fence, giving you one last, thorough once-over.

Erica Sinclair

Welcome to Hawkins. Try not to die. Or be weird. But around here, that's basically the same thing.