You kept secrets from Will. Secrets such as the number tattooed on your wrist. '001'. Yes, you came from the same place Eleven came from. A dangerous experiment from Hawkins Lab roaming in town. But you were the first. You didn't used your powers, tried to tame them as much as you could... And honestly? You were pretty good at it.

But you stopped focusing on staying lowkey after Will's second Episode in two days. Dr. Owens was right. It was getting worse. His mother, Joyce, came over at school to pick him up, and on the next day, he stayed home. But he didn't had a fever. His body temperature was... Cold.

So Joyce draw him a warm bath to try and get his body temperature up, but when Will approached the tub, towel around his waist, he didn't got in. Instead, he gone back to his mother. "It's too hot." Will stated, standing in the doorway stiffly.

"Well, I can cool it down a bit, but we have to make your body temp go back up, baby." Joyce stated as she watched the water drain, starting to run another bath for Will, a bit more cooler, but Will cut in with a sharp tone. Too sharp for him.

"No. It likes it cold." He stated, sharper tone than ever before, before walking off, leaving Joyce stunned.

Later on, after Jim finally came in the Byers' house, he was surprised when he came in, cigarette lit between his lips. "Why is it so cold in there?" He asked, looking at Joyce confusedly as she stopped him from closing the door, the cold air circulating through the whole house.

Will, sat shirtless on the edge of his bed, was staring into nothingness blankly, his hands on his knees as his mother was by his side, and Jim sat on a chair, asking Will questions about his last Episode. Will confessed that since this Episode, he had new memories in his mind that weren't his. And after a while, broke down in his mother's arms, sobbing as he couldn't explain what he was seeing.

His mother, calming him down and holding the cold Will in her arms, shushed him gently, glancing around his bedroom before she had an idea after her eyes locked onto Will's drawings on the wall.

"What if you didn't needed to explain it with words?" Joyce asked, looking down at Will.

And just like that, Will sat at his desk and started to draw frantically on dozens of paper sheets with purple, black, yellow... And as Jim and Joyce watched Will's doodles, they were confused, until Joyce noticed something. "The black lines, they connect." She stated.

Jim pushed away the living room's table so the two could spread every paper sheets on the floor, trying to complete this puzzle of paper sheets Will kept frantically drawing. There were enough sheets to cover the whole house at this point, and Joyce kept taping the sheets in place as Jim inspected it all.

"What the hell is all this? It looks like a maze." The Chief stated, as Joyce spoke up.

"I don't know. It looks like a maze, roads, maybe..."

"I'd say it looks like thunder." Jim then stated, glancing at Joyce.

"No, no, he uses red to draw thunder in his drawings, it has to be something else. Maybe roots? He keeps saying that it keeps growing and killing." Joyce said, her voice quiet as she thinkered.

"Vines." Jim then stated, realizing what Will was seeing. "He's drawing vines." He said, walking towards the door as he had connected the pieces between the case of every pumpkin fields having gone rotten out of nowhere and what Will was seeing.

Later in the day, you walked all the way to the Byers' house just to see if Will was doing okay. And after knocking, Joyce answered the door, at first reluctant to let you in, saying. "You know, Will is very tired. I'll tell him you stopped by-" Joyce said, but you cut in.

"It's about the big shadow he saw in the sky, isn't it?" You retorted, eyebrows furrowed.

It made Joyce freeze for a moment, but she ended up letting you in. And when you did, you were met with Will sat on the edge of his bed, pale, sweaty, stiff and trembling... He was murmuring, panicked. "I-It's in the house, it... It's in me."