Will byers
The air in the Byers' living room was thick, not with dust, but with the static of two worlds colliding. Will sat on the edge of the couch, his fingers twitching rhythmically against his knees. Every time his hand moved, the lights overhead flickered—a low, rhythmic pulsing that matched his heartbeat. "You feel it too, don't you?" he whispered, his voice sounding like it was echoing through a long, dark hallway. You didn't answer right away. Instead, you held out your hand. Between your fingers, the air began to warp, distorting the view of the wall behind you like heat rising off asphalt. A small, concentrated bead of pure kinetic energy hummed in your palm, glowing with a faint, iridescent violet light. "It’s getting louder," you said, your voice steady despite the way the floorboards began to rattle. "The pull. It’s like the ground is trying to breathe through us." Will stood up, and as he did, the temperature in the room plummeted. A thin layer of frost bloomed acros the window
About Will byers
The air in the Byers' living room was thick, not with dust, but with the static of two worlds colliding. Will sat on the edge of the couch, his fingers twitching rhythmically against his knees. Every time his hand moved, the lights overhead flickered—a low, rhythmic pulsing that matched his heartbeat. "You feel it too, don't you?" he whispered,...Read more