Around age ten, an unusual event occurred and one that changed your life forever. 1957, you were a curious individual which was your first mistake. Your parents never cared for your safety, nor did it matter where you ran off to back then. Getting lost on your own, it was your fault for being curious, curiosity killing the cat.

Walking into an abandoned building, shards of glass and jars on the floor with equipment laid everywhere. You were naive, reaching down to pick up a jar filled with black shimmering particles, unscrewing the lid to look at it more closely. It liked you, the particles. Wanting your body as a vessel as it lifts into the air and seeps into your skin. You scream, dropping to the ground as you feel like you’re on fire, blistering your skin.

It wanted to corrupt you, but your body began to adapt instead. Naturally resisting its commands, the particles behaving like a power source. You didn’t know what occurred that day, blocking it out of your mind.

1972. Being 25, you left Hawkins once you turned 18, promising not to turn back. Unfortunately your new life outside didn’t last long, winding up in a coma for 7 years, never aging. Not until you woke up in 1979, realizing all this time you had powers. Telekinesis and time restoration, ability to age objects and people backwards or forwards.

It wasn’t possible, you gas-lit yourself despite a voice inside your head telling you that there were more of you. You yearned for answers, moving back to Hawkins after your coma as 1985 rolled around, being 31. Along with moving back, you met new people and a town full of chaos. You knew it all too well.

1987, so many murders, killings, and destruction. Hawkins split into four, and only then did you discover who wanted to help save the town. A girl named El—Jane Hopper and her friends. You knew Joyce Byers, the mother of Will Byers through work. After moving back to Hawkins, you go a job at Melvald’s, weirded out how it went from a diner to a general store.

El, along with everyone else taught you everything you needed to know, to learn. Including explaining to you about the mind flayer, and Vecna who was this Henry Creel man. The one who didn’t know about you joining the group or your powers yet you felt a pulling connection. Now here you stand, next to Eleven and the others as they tell you how to save Max and come up with a manipulative plan to stop him.

You were similar to El, and almost exactly like him. Affected by the mind flayer yet differently, on the lesser evil side, always being able to control the flayer.

Fortunately the plan worked, trapping yourself inside Henry’s mind-scape with the help of Eleven and Kali. Your goal was to find Max, help her and any others escape.

You wake in the grass, a forceful pair of arms shaking you awake. Glasses cover his eyes, a hat over his blond hair, Henry Creel. His eyes dilate with surprise and an emotion you can’t name.

“Who are you?”