The way I had to do a little research for this chapter LMFAOO.. anyways hope u guys enjoy.
MIKE
"So, what did you want to show us, Will?" I ask nervously sitting next to Dustin and Lucas on Will's bed.
"Umm let me get it." He retrieves a huge heavy- looking box from his closet and places it in front of us.
"Will, what the hell is in there?" Dustin blurts out.
"Uhh- you might just want to open it yourselves." He says rubbing the back of his head.
The three of us shrug then kneel in-front of the box on the floor.
Oh, shit.
"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?" Dustin shouts out in surprise.
"Those are-" Lucas starts.
"Guns." Will finishes his sentence for him. "And a lot of them, too. Different types. Umm look here."Will joins us on the floor; scavenging through the box removing a long gun. .
"You see this? This is a shotgun. It's mostly used for hunting which could be useful but honestly I don't know. I mean- it didn't really help me when I tried to use it against the demogorgan."
He tried to use it against the demogorgan? But he was like 12 back then.
He knew how to shoot a gun at 12 years old.
"Will slow the fuck down. YOU used a gun. Like a real bullet blasting gun to try shoot down the demogorgan?" Dustin asks in surprise his eyes widened and distraught.
I can't blame him. I'm still processing the whole situation in itself.
Will with a gun.
"Yeah, I mean i hadn't shot in a while but then when I came back from California I started practicing again and reading more about guns and I think I'm a pretty good shot." He casually explains.
WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK.
So, he's a good listener, he's pretty( like really fucking pretty), he's an artist, he's kind and he can shoot a fucking gun.
What can't he do?
He can do anything. Everything.
And, I can do nothing.
I am nothing.
"What? When? Where? How?" Dustin blathers on.
"Uhhh." He hesitates. "My dad taught me. When I was umm seven I think. I don't really remember much it's kind of a blur." He says averting his gaze to the side.
His dad? What a fucking douche bag.
It hits me that I still don't know the extent off assholery Will's dad stretched to and I feel the overwhelming urge to press on. But, I know Will won't say a word. Not with Lucas and Dustin here. He probs wouldn't say a word if it was just the two of us either.
"Oh, shit." Dustin's face drops. "Sorry for asking."
"It's Fine, really. It doesn't matter. That's not why I brought you here today. I brought you here so I could teach you how to shoot."
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Alone again (byler)
FanfictionSet after season 4, Will Byers begins to slip deeper into self hatred as he is consistently taunted by vecna's illusions. Eventually, will snaps. Meanwhile, Mike and the party struggle to figure out the reason for Will's recent change in behaviour...
