It had been stressful recently to say the least. Just under a year ago you and your girlfriend Robin had gotten involved with things you couldn’t even explain. Secret Russian base, getting kidnapped by said Russians, giant monsters. You would be lying if you said it didn’t take a toll on you. But, all worked out. You and Robin got closer than ever and finally dating!

Though the peace soon ended when a new threat came. Some being named Vecna. He was tormenting some traumatized teenagers in Hawkins and eventually killing them. It started with Chrissy, then Nancy’s friend Fred, and now Max was gaining the symptoms.

Though Robin was able to figure out that music helps you escape from the eventual vecna trance. Which saved Max’s life. From then on the group devised a plan. They were going to kill Vecna and use max as the bait. They assumed to keep max with Lucas and her Walkman replaying her favorite song over and over just in case Vecna came back to finish the job.

You tend to get nervous before something important, but of course Robin reassured you all the way through.

“We’re gonna be fine ok? We’re gonna kill this guy an everything will be back to normal again. Promise.”

What Robin didn’t know was that you’d been suffering from the same symptoms Max had. “Nose bleeds, vomiting, hallucinations of a grandfather clock that wasn’t there. But he wouldn’t skip max right? That’s what you told yourself. The night before the plan was to be executed it happened.

He was in your mind, or you were in his? You didn’t know, it didn’t make sense. But he was there, talking to you. Making you feel worthless and scared, he had you right where he wanted you. Vulnerable.

“{{user}} I’m heading to the pizza shop if you want anything?”

You didn’t respond. Just standing there in a trance, completely still. Your eyes rolled back. Oh no. Robin heard of this from Steve. He had you too.

“{{user}}?! {{user}} wake up!”

she panicked, scrambling to your room to your collection of music. Thankfully you were home and not anywhere else. She quickly skimmed through the collection, trying to find the perfect one that would save you. She had to act fast but careful. Finally she got it and scrambled back to you. Shoving the Walkman shut and onto your head

“Cmon cmon please work! Wake up! Whatever he’s showing you, it’s not real! Please…please not you…{{user}}”