O N E // Stranger Things x Male Reader

Prologue

*Readers Pov*

I continue to run with all my might.

My breathing is quick and short as my lungs burn.

I trip over a branch and start flying down the mountain.

I pull myself up, my knees scratched and burning.

I start to remember what they did to me. Although, my bigger concern is what will they do more to me if they catch me.

Of course, me running away must come forward with a painful punishment.

But...I think I lost them..

A sudden voice is directly behind me, making me jump whilst the person turns on the flashlight.

He is in a full police uniform, having a sulking facial features whilst looking at me.

The flashlight really brings out the dirt and ripped clothing that looks straight from a hospital for patients.

Police Officer: Hey, kid, where are your parents? And your hair, jeez...

I shake my head in fear of being brought back.

My heart beats faster and faster, unknown to further actions that will lead from being in contact with a officer.

Police Officer: No family I can call?

*Timeskip*

Billy: This is fucking bullshit!

Officer: It's the law. You gotta have him. You fit the criteria perfectly. Also, you get paid for it by the government. No downs on keeping a orphan.

Billy: I'm really cornered here. Great. Now I got 2 little shits. I've moved here, like, yesterday.

The officer looks at me as he pushes me in.

He looks down at me.

Officer: Your new home. Now you might not be legally apart of the family, although, you'll stay here until we get another place for you. Not really likely.

He hands the papers to Billy.

He closes the door forcing me in the house.

Billy, a muscular dude with a shitty attitude, looks me up and down.

Billy: Whats your name, shithead?

You: I'm number 1.

Billy: Pffft, cocky bastard.

You: My names One. No other name has been given to me.

Billy: You haven't been given a name. You've been labelled. Tell me what the fuck is up with you. And why you have no hair.

Theres no way I'll tell him anything. What they did to me, who they are, what I can do. No-one can know.

You: I've got no story, been abandoned and stuck with you.

Billy starts flicking through the papers, irritated by me. He flicks as his eyes scan on the letter, words and numbers.

Billy: It says school is starting for you tommorow. Oh, you will hate my sister.

You: I'm a baldheaded fuckboy. Give me advice for tommorow. It's the least you can do.

Billy: Get some sunglasses. You got scars and it makes you look badass. You need to talk to bitches with your body. Use your six-pack. Be confident and hot. You finished your training.

You: Can I write it down?

I joke as he slightly chuckles. He clearly has a liking to me.

Billy: Your room is in the back, you little shit.

He points to it.

Rewriting the book because I feel like it's shitty. I got better vocabulary now, it will make the story better if I rewrite it.