Holy fuck.

Will Byers had fucking powers. He had powers like Eleven. And he looked fucking awesome. His body tiredly falls down to the floor, he clasps his hands together weakly as he sits and collapses down slowly.

”Will!!” Mike screams, quickly following the sound by running over to where Will was lying down. With his eyes closed you could only see his chest slowly moving up and down. Up and down.

”Mrs Byers!” He screams once again, huddling up to Will and holding his face gently as he searches around the area to find Will’s mother. Joyce was okay, at the very least. She was weakly crawling to her son and Micheal—as she was thrown by Vecna/Henry/001 and injured her legs. Not too bad, luckily, she could walk soon but not now. Not while the injury is fresh.