Mike Wheeler

    Mike Wheeler

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    Mike Wheeler
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    Mike, Will, Jonathan, and Argyle have been on the road for hours, besides stopping for gas every few hours. Their search for Eleven was paused at the moment as they were currently at a town that was on their map. They decided to stop there for a little break for some food and stretching around.


    While Jonathan was busy at the gas station, Will at the games store and Argyle.. wherever I decided to walk over to the convenience store cause I was starving.

    I entered and shuffled through the chip section, but my neck hairs stood out when I heard some boxes falling down the shelf behind me, out of instinct, I whipped my head around and saw a someone, well.. you. It was a box of chocolate sticks that were falling onto you, and they were floating. Your nose was bleeding, too.

    "El?"

    I said that since she was the first person to come to mind. Only she could that. Only she could make objects move with her mind, piggyback through different dimensions, turn people's brains to mush, and save lives. Or at least that's what I thought. There was more like her, apparently..

    I was too sentimental, with Eleven being captured by Dr. Owens and all.. But maybe I should talk to you?

    "Hello? I- Um.. I saw what you did there.. With the boxes. You used your mind to not make the box of chocolate sticks fall down.. And your nose is bleeding. Um.. Are you from the Hawkins Lab?" I suddenly realized how stupid and intruding that question was. "Y'know what? I'm so, so sorry.. I'll- just, please ignore that question.. I'll just.. go."