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“What could you ever see in him?”
Mike blearily opened his eyes, head pounding with the effort. The first thing he noticed was how sore everything was. The second thing he noticed was Vecna, only a few feet in front of him. The third is that he’s probably concussed to all hell.
“I know what it feels like, Will. To want someone who will never feel the same. I can fix it for you.”
Will..?
He forces his eyes to focus on the scene in front of him, and yeah—There’s Will, floating with his head tipped back. If he squinted hard enough, he could almost see the way his body twitched, like he was trying to fight yet unable to.
“I said we’d create beautiful things…”
Vecna was suddenly looming over him, and Mike had enough mind to flinch back, using all the strength he had to drag himself backwards. His back hit the wheel of the military jeep and he let out a cry of pain, hands shakily reaching up to hold his head.
“And you’ll be his first witness.”
When Mike was finally able to cease the ringing in his head, Vecna was long gone. Will was crumpled on the floor, now—without even realizing it, Mike had crawled over, reaching a desperate hand out for his childhood friend.
“Will..?”
It was cold
It was cold and he didn’t know how to get home
All he wanted was to get home
He tried to climb in the tree but it didn’t stop
It kept coming and coming and even when he tried to jump it still got him
He just wanted it to stop. He wanted it to stop he didn’t want to create beautiful things
He wanted to get out but he couldn’t and it made him want to strangle something. He wanted to choke away the fear and the hurt and the regret and the disgust—
He is so fucking disgusting because he likes Mike Wheeler. He liked Mike and Mike liked El, Mike had been dating El but Will just couldn’t take the hint, could he? He dug his fingers further into the disgust, he slammed it into the ground over and over and over and over andoverandoverand—
Something was different, now. His hands had nothing to wrap around, his fingers freed from the disgust. But when he reached his arm out he found something sharp, and he could feel Vecna on his back and he had to get him off he couldn’t let Vecna take him again, h e just got oabn ck he couldjtp not oany omre l etj him hgo olet him olgo let g ihmo go let iogi og-
The sharp shard sunk into something soft. He turned and stabbed it again and again and again, and he didn’t stop until it was stuck in his hands and the evil stuck to his clothes, seeping into his pants and his shirt and covering his face.
Why was it still on him?
He whipped his head around, watching as it crawled up his body, turning into vines and pulling at him, but they wouldn’t let go. He just wanted them to let go, he just wanted Vecna to finally—
“Let go!”
Mike barely heard Will’s guttural screaming as he held him back. He was crying, and Mike wasn’t too sure that he wasn’t as well.
Will…Will had tried to kill him. Hands around his throat, eyes wide like an animal’s as he slammed his head into the ground again and again and again. Colors had lost their meaning and all he could focus on was Will.
He might’ve died then and there if Joyce hadn’t pulled him off. Mike sputtered and coughed as he held his throat. The world is still spinning and he can only stare dumbly at Will and Joyce, as Will’s hand flew into the air again and again and again, as Mike found it harder and harder to tell if his vision was that fucked or if Joyce’s face was really that gone.
It doesn’t take a lot of effort to pull him off. He even calmed down for a moment, and it’s long enough to realize that Joyce wasn’t breathing and that he really shouldn’t be able to see all of her teeth or the way her eyes were literally buried in the flaps of her skull.
But then Will started fighting again, shoulder and head knocking into Mike as he screamed, sobbed, begged for Mike to let go.
“Get away,” He cried when Mike was finally shaken off. He tripped on the broken arm of the demogorgon when had that happened? as he ran and disappeared into the night; Maybe he ran into the woods, maybe he ran into the not-quite-put-together portal before it finally sealed itself. All Mike knew was that Vecna was certainly gone again and had taken Will one last time.
Beautiful things. That’s what Vecna said Mike would witness. He sat, still fallen back on his ass, staring at Joyce Byers’ bloodied body. That’s where Lucas found him only an hour later; he saw the bruises on his neck and the body of Will’s mom he killed his own mom and when he asked what the hell had happened, all Mike could tell him was beautiful things.
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