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summary at the bottom <3
warning: contains possible spoilers for the final episode of season one of stranger things! if you are interested in the show or haven't watched up to episode eight, don't read the first part of this post! anything after the --- is spoiler free! c:
Darkness. It had been like this for a while now. Whether it was real or not, Mike couldn't tell. He was moving through the dark, yet not moving his legs. Was he dead? What happened that had caused him to end up here?
Everything was fuzzy... he could hardly remember anything, except... except...
Today marked one year since Eleven had...
He felt something like a knife hit him straight in his chest. Even after all this time, he couldn't forget. He would never forget, not even for a second. They had made a promise... a promise... he had to believe she would come back.
Right?
Now he remembered. He had been in the basement, where the fort he had made her once stood, but that's all he could piece together. Something was missing... but what was it? Why couldn't he remember?
Suddenly, he stopped, feeling himself beginning to fall. Not sure as to why he was falling, since he was sure there were no cliffs in this place, he tried to scream, but found that he couldn't, trapped in a muted state as he fell into the dark.
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With a gasp, the boy awoke, breathing heavily for a minute as if his body had been starved of oxygen. Shutting his eyes, he tried to organize his thoughts in his semi-panicked state. I'm Mike Wheeler... everything is ok.... I'm home... Wait- that wasn't right, because he was lying in the grass.
Opening his brown eyes again, Mike was greeted with a blurry stalk of green grass and he attempted to stand on his two feet. This was quickly met with failure, however, as he wasn't bipedal, causing him to fall back down on his face. "Why can't a stand up?" He asked himself worriedly, pushing himself up into a sitting position and gazing down at his hands.
But he had no hands. Only paws.
Letting out a loud cry of surprise, he fell over backwards. After a second, he sat up again, rubbing his eyes and looking his paws a second time. "This is... real?" Mike said. He then stood up, legs wobbly at first before finally stabilizing. Turning his head, he would gaze at himself, confirming his fears. He was a cat- an actual cat.
"This... I... I..." He stammered at a loss for words, heart pounding in his ears as his fear began to rise. What would happen to him now? What about Dustin, Lucas, and Will? Did they even know he was gone? What if... what if he could never turn back?
Shaking, he slowly sat back down, trying to steady his quickening breath. Help. He needed help.
[ summary: mike was a former human and has somehow been transformed into a cat. he's finding it a bit hard to believe/relearn how to do basic things and is on the verge of having a panic attack. ]
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