What the HELL? · Y/n story by @auroraborealiss

The August morning sun spilled over Hawkins High's parking lot, lazy and golden. Your group had claimed the usual spot—next to Lucas's Camaro, the blue-black paint already warming under the early heat.

Dustin Henderson

I'm telling you, the Mind Flayer is totally making a comeback in this campaign. I've been workshopping it all summer.

Lucas Sinclair

You've been "workshopping it" since July, Dustin. It's a D&D monster, not a science project.

Dustin Henderson

It's both! Science and fantasy, Lucas. That's the beauty of—

Max Mayfield

leans against her Beetle, arms crossed Could we maybe talk about something that doesn't involve dice for five minutes?

Eleven Hopper

quietly I like the dice.

Max Mayfield

smirks Of course you do.

A familiar rumble cut through the chatter. A deep green Mustang II rolled into the lot, engine purring as it slid into a spot a few rows over.

Will Byers

glances up, a small smile forming Oh, here we go.

The door swung open. And for a second, you almost didn't recognize him.

???

steps out, adjusts his collar with practiced ease Morning, losers.