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Another door. 408.
Another. 409.
410.
411—
The lights cut out, and the shadows devoured the entire hospital in a blink.
The sudden silence ached like an open wound.
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A sleep deprived, over-caffeinated Mike Wheeler makes the brilliant decision to go to the hospital to visit Max. It goes about as well as you'd expect.
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A long pause. “...Is this about your fight with El?” If only it were that simple.
Mike shrugged slightly, as if in a show of nonchalance as he tried to offset what he was about to say. “It’s everything.”
Basically, a rewrite of the the van scene in which Mike and Will talk things out properly and Will is not relegated to a relationship councilor because both of them deserve better than what they got.
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He remembers, eyes squeezed shut against the swell of nausea and vertigo that claws through him, being not-quite-thirteen, and listening eagerly to Mr. Clarke explain the science behind dreams.
“Dreams,” he’d said, “are often seen as these sacred experiences, something that has to have a deeper meaning. We have centuries of examples of dream interpretation, the art of examining commonalities between different dreams to find a single interpretation.”
“The thing is,” he’d continued, “dreams are just your brain’s way of processing and regurgitating information; a fruit-salad of information, so-to-speak. Sure, it can mean something, but it’s more likely to be a random grab-bag of facts and feelings that you’ve come across in life.”
A fruit-salad of information. Here, in the dark bathroom at a little past three in the morning, Mike breathes carefully, and tries to dissect where the supposed ingredients of his fucked-up dream salad actually came from.
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Vecna is weak. Injured. He's still strong enough to hit the Party where it hurts.
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- Part 1 of this is where the worlds collide
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30 May 2026
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The voices of Lucas and Dustin fade out entirely, until it's just little Mike with Will seated before him like a sacrificial lamb. For a moment, all is quiet, the light above the game table casts them in a soft glow. It’s almost…sweet. Endearing. Calm. Nothing but the sound of water lapping at the furniture and younger Mike’s softly mumbled assurances.
A ghastly red light violates the illusion with no warning, seeping through the basement windows, coming out of the walls. The temperature drops so quickly the pressure makes Mike’s ears pop. The clock, which had been silent through the exchange, starts ticking again.
Mike watches in horror as his younger self’s grip suddenly tightens on Will’s face as the red hue overtakes the room.
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an au where mike gets vecna’d. angst and crash-outs ensue.Bookmarked by SimpleStranger
27 Apr 2026