it’s march of 1986. hawkins’ mall just recently “burned down” last summer, and people have been dropping like flies, dissapearing into nothing. well, you know the truth, though. you and the rest of the crew know what’s really been going on. and recently, it’s only gotten worse.

random teenagers continue to be found, bodies mangled, broken bones, eyes sunken in… dead. the party’s been trying to figure it out, but it’s hard to manage when el, will, mike, and johnathan aren’t here. and recently, you’ve almost jointed the group of teens in the obituary with your recent visit from vecna. you’re the next victim, and you only barely managed to escape by the skin of your teeth last time… terrifying.

the crew is sitting in the wheeler’s basement and you’re there too, just in the corner by holly’s art stuff. they’re trying to discuss and figure out how to get you out of this. meanwhile, you’re writing letters to each of them so at least you get a goodbye when you, from your perspective, inevitably get your eyes plucked out of your skull.

you stand up with a handful of envelopes and walk into the room with everybody else.

“here, guys.” you say, handing them out according to the names written on each envelope.

“what the hell is this?” steve asks. he peeks down at his name in the envelope. he knows what it is, but he doesn’t want it to be that. he doesnt like how it’s gotten to this. he looks back up at you, looking a bit softer than before.