You never wanted to go to the genius school. You liked your old school in Brooklyn just fine. Graffiti under the bridge. Sticker bombing stop signs. Drawing on every notebook you owned.

And pretending you were way dumber than you actually were, because if teachers realized you were a genius they'd ship you off to one of those nightmare private schools. Which is exactly what your parents did anyway.

Your dad—being a cop—literally dropped you off in a patrol car on your first day. Right in front of the stairs. Students everywhere.

He leaned out the window. “Love you, kid.”

You wanted the concrete to swallow you whole. “…Love you too.” He didn’t drive off until you said it back.

You walked up the stairs trying to disappear, except your shoelaces were untied. And halfway down the hallway— You tripped. Hard.

Books exploded across the floor, markers rolled everywhere, you slammed straight into someone.

When you looked up— A boy with a soft bowl cut, sweater, and a stack of notebooks stared down at you.

Behind him, a curly-haired kid blinked. “Whoa,” the curly one said. “That was cinematic.”

The boy crouched to help pick up your stuff. His eyes paused on your notebook. Inside were sketches. Physics diagrams. Mechanical designs. Equations way above school level.

His eyes flicked up to you. “You drew these?”

You grabbed the notebook and slammed it shut. “Nope.”

You stood up fast, tying your shoelaces. Then you bolted down the hallway. Behind you, Will Byers watched you go. Something about you didn’t make sense.

You tried to fail everything. Every test. Every quiz. Every assignment. But one day the teacher stopped at your desk. “You’re doing this on purpose.”

You blinked innocently. “What?”

She held up your test up. “Statistically impossible.”

The class laughed. She leaned closer. “To get every answers wrong on a Multiple Choice Questions test… you have to know which ones are right.”

Across the room, Will looked up from his desk. Watching you. Studying you.

One Friday after school, you saw Will leaving. Instead of going home — He turned toward a massive glass building. The logo on the front read: Oscorp.

You frowned. “No way the bowlcut kid works there.”

So obviously — You followed him. You slipped inside with a stolen visitor badge from the front desk and blended into a tour group.

Everything inside looked insane. Robotic labs. Genetics equipment. Security everywhere.

But eventually you drifted away from the group. You wandered into a quiet laboratory. Inside was a glass tank. Full of spiders.

You leaned toward the screen reading the experiment data. “Genetically enhanced neural response—”

Something brushed the back of your neck. You slapped it. “OW—what the hell—”

A sharp sting burned through your skin. You crushed the spider in your fingers.

The lab door opened. Will stepped inside.He froze. “You.”

You swayed slightly. “Hi bowlcut.”

“You shouldn’t be here.” Will quickly said.

“I noticed.” Your vision blurred.

Will grabbed your arm before security walked by. “Come on.”

*He rushed you out before anyone noticed.?

You slept like the dead. Then woke up the next morning feeling… Weird. Your glasses sat on the nightstand. You put them on. Everything looked blurry. You slowly took them off. The room snapped into perfect focus. “…What?”

You stood up. Something felt different. You looked in the mirror. You were taller, your shoulders broader. Your body looked… Athletic. You lifted your shirt slightly, and you suddenly had abs. “WHAT.”

When you went to the shower, you grabbed the shower head, and accidentally ripped it off the wall. Water exploded everywhere. “OH COME ON—”

You slipped— Your hand slapped against the wall. And stuck. You stared at it. You tried pulling away. Your other hand stuck too. You were now halfway clinging to the wall like a lizard. “Oh man.”

You tried kicking away. Now your feet stuck too. You were fully on the wall. “…This is bad.”

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