It Only Gets Stranger *ST X Reader*

El POV

I walk out to the power lines at 3-1-5 and wait for Mike and the others. I hear a strange sound behind me and turn around.

It's a.....cat, I think it's called.

It makes the strange sound again.

I have a flashback.

There is a cat sitting inside a cage. I'm sitting in front of it with all the wires attached to my head. Papa and the rest of the guys all watch me from the window.

I start to use my powers, and the cat shrieks with pain.

I start feeling a little light-headed. The cat keeps yowling.

I yank the wires off my head.

A few minutes later, two men drag me down the hallway as I fight and shout.

"Papa!" I scream as they drag me around the corner.

The men throw me into the alone room.

I stand up and use my powers to keep the door open. I push it open with so much force that one man flys back into the wall and lies still.

The other one pulls out a gun and points it at me. I twist my head and the man's neck snaps.

I then fall over and start whimpering and crying.

Papa walks over to see the wreckage. He looks at me in wonder and then picks me up and carries me to my room.

End of flashback.

The boys and Y/n walks up.

"C'mon, El." Mike turns his bike around and pats the seat.

Y/n smiles at me.

I walk over to Mike and climb on the back of the bike.

Time skip, brought to you by Millie Bobby Brown rapping. (Let's go back to Indiana, circa 1983, just four boys in the basement chilling playing D&D. There was Lucas, there was Willy Will and Dustin, there was a Mike, but one night, Will goes missing while he's riding on his bike.😁)

We are all walking through the woods. I notice that Mike has a scratch on his chin. Obviously, I ask about it.

"I fell at recess." He answers.

"Mike." I tell him sternly. "Friends don't lie."

Mike sighs. "I was tripped by this mouth-breather Troy, ok?"

I'm confused now. "Mouth-breather?"

Mike notices my confusion. "Yeah, you know. A dumb person. A knucklehead."

I'm still kind of confused. "Knucklehead?"

Mike doesn't seem to notice this time. "I don't know why I didn't just tell you. Everyone at school knows." He looks at the ground.

"Mike. I understand." I give him a half smile.

"Okay. Cool." He looks up and smiles back at me.

"Cool." I repeat.

Joyce's house, narrator POV.

A bunch of lights start going off. They make a trail all the way to the living room. Joyce pushes the TV out of the way and crawls into a cabinet built into the wall.

"Will. Are you here?" Joyce holds up a bundle of lights.

They light up.

"Okay, good, good, good. Blink once for yes, twice for no, ok?" She tells the lights, getting excited.