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*its hard for me to explain the background of certain places because i don’t know where or what will play out in episode 8 but hey cut me some slack and read the bloody thing*
*scenario: the upside down, mike and robin had been put in a tower for look out as the others attempt to get past the military base.*
robin is casually resting against the wood with her binoculars in hand glancing out yet nothing crossing her eyes. she sighed continuing to glance out into the horizon. mike sat looking in the same direction but not matching her expression of intensity but rather clouded within thought lowering his head, a sigh escaping his lips; releasing air he never knew he was holding back. such a loud dramatic response didn’t get past robin leading her to stare back down at mike in confusion
„hey mike, i know we’re meant to be on look out and all and it’s not the most thrilling job in ‚saving the world’ but you’ve been cold since we got into the truck. you okay”
mike glanced up pursing his lips that then spread into a small smile with a nod. he didn’t know robin enough for him to spill out the internal conflict that infected the entirety of his thought process. further nonchalantly glancing out with his binoculars trying to stay focused. yet he couldn’t, a pit of darkness dragging down his stomach as guilt consumed him from the inside… gradually..
„had?”
that bitter word.. that damn bitter word echoed through his mind, how easily it just rolled off of wills tongue and how it stuck into mikes mind. fuck.
mike knew will never liked girls, well they were best friends, he knew all along through those hangouts when he’d initiate to look through the inappropriate magazines stashed in the back of the stores stock, or when he rejected any girl that fell into his path. he knew deep inside but he never even thought about it truly, almost as if he was in a trance this whole time. shit went down, 18 months passed, vecna came back and even when the thoughts crossed his mind he pushed them away in fear of what? in fear of being hated or bullied or laughed that more than he was? but the way will did it made it seem so simple despite it being with a surrounding audience. what did he even mean by ‚had?’ who? who did he have a crush on? dustin has suzy, lucas has max and even i have eleven.. where does that leave him? ‚god why is this so complicated.. if not me then who else? who else possibly!?!?!’ mentally he scolded himself unsure and uncertain. wills whole monologue had etched word by word within the interior of his brain and now only being recited as if a punishment had been issued. and tammy? who the fuck is tammy and how would one be a ‚tammy’? this is so complicated
fuck fuck fuck FUCK FUCK!!!!
before he knew it, a confused robin was staring down at him realising that he had just casually cursed out loud within his frustration; mike huffed and stared down at the wooden planks.
„alright this isn’t funny what’s wrong.”
robins gaze was laced with genuine concern for him
mikes hands sprawled across his own face as they slowly dragged down due to the mass frustration, he wasn’t able to speak to anyone. he felt stupid, lost, guilty.. he didn’t know what to do