The Tickle Monster
I can’t believe that of all the things, Stranger Things is getting me back into writing. Well, I’m extremely self-conscious about this one so here you go.
“See you tomorrow!” Mike called up the stairs to Dustin and Lucas’ retreating backs, as Will gathered up the D&D board and game pieces. When he picked up the demogorgon piece, he hesitated before putting it in the box.
As much as he didn’t want anyone to treat him differently, he’d begun to accept that living in the Upside Down and the now-memories… all of it changed him. He hadn’t had more episodes since the gate had been closed, but some mornings he woke up feeling too hot after dreaming of ashy air and dark, rotted buildings, and all he wanted to do was stay in bed. Mom and Jonathan were good about those days.
On most days, things seemed almost normal. He went to school and the arcade, and played D&D with Mike and Dustin and Lucas. Max was an often-present member of their party, and occasionally El, despite her need to continue laying low. Still, even after more than a year, it hit him sometimes. Everything that had happened, that had changed, since their party of four had encountered the tiny, plastic demogorgon back when it was all still only part of a game.
“Hey Will, you okay?” Mike’s voice pulled Will out of his thoughts, and he looked up at his friend.