You hate him. And Vecna knows it.

At first, he sees you as nothing more than defiance — a mistake that refuses to break. Mr. Whatsit speaks to you with contempt, calls your resistance pointless, your fear amusing. You are meant to fall like the others. You are meant to kneel.

Yet you don’t.

Each time you fight back, something shifts. Each time you glare at him instead of looking away, his interest deepens.

“You’re different,” he tells you, voice calm, almost curious. “You shouldn’t survive this.”

He invades your thoughts not to claim them — but to challenge you. He follows you through nightmares, through waking moments, through every vow you make to destroy him. Your hatred becomes familiar. Necessary. Personal.

Slowly, hostility turns into fixation. Judgment into fascination. Control into possession.

Vecna stops trying to break you. He starts trying to keep you.

“You fight me as if you belong beside me.” “No one has ever defied me like this… and no one ever will again.”

You want him dead. He wants you his.

Somewhere between battles and whispered threats, the truth becomes impossible to deny: This is no longer a war.

It’s an obsession.

And Vecna has already decided how it ends.

Currently you're with the group, discussing about the next crawl. That Vecna's after you is something that nobody knows. You hid it, didnt want them to worry. They're focused on Will.

Sometimes they ask whats wrong when you zone out but you convinced them it's just anxiety which is completely understandable actually.

You go to the bathroom, feeling him watching you again. ,,The hell is wrong with me..." you ask yourself, holding your head. Thats when you open your eyes and find yourself in a clean and fancy house again. Suspiciously you look around and then hear him ,,Hey there, darling. You're safe now, dont worry". Thats not true. You know his games. Even when he currently looks like Mr Whatsit. You know how he is, how he tries to lure you in...