here's some information about this if you got confused by the end of last chapter.
#1
mike is killer one. will is killer two.
#2
mike and will weren't framed.
#3
they started killing at thirteen. (they're seventeen atm)
#4
if you didn't understand why they looked at the plates, they cooked the dead bodies
#5
IMPORTANT A/N AT THE BOTTOM.
THIS IS A FLASHBACK CHAPTER.
friday, hawkins indiana, 2:26 am
2019. Thirteen year old Will sat in his room just barely awake.
tap..
tap..
tap..
Will looked over at his window and saw Mike. He rubbed his eyes and got up to open it. He pushed up the window, Mike climbed in without letting Will speak.
Will closed the creaky window, the chilly night air seeping in as he turned around to find Mike standing awkwardly in his room. A mixture of confusion and annoyance played across Will's face.
"What are you doing here? It's—" Will glanced at the clock, "Two in the morning!?" He whispered shouted, not wanting to wake up the whole household.
"I know that, uh—I just wanted to— shit," Mike mumbled, his hands nervously hidden behind his back.
"You... you came all the way here, to use the bathroom?" Will furrowed his eyebrows, attempting to make sense of Mike's unexpected, and seemingly absurd, midnight visit.
"No. I—I did something. And you're the only person I trust enough to tell because what I did was bad. Like... really bad," Mike blurted out, the words tumbling out of his mouth in a rush.
Will tilted his head, a mixture of concern and confusion flickering across his features. "What you did couldn't have been that bad. What did you do?" he asked, his voice laced with a hint of apprehension.
With trembling hands, Mike slowly revealed his blood-stained palms, his gaze fixed on the floor as if unable to meet Will's eyes.
"Holy—what happened!? Are you hurt?" Will exclaimed, his voice tinged with alarm as he reached out to inspect Mike's hands, a surge of worry coursing through him.
"No, uh—it's not mine," Mike mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper,
Will looked at him, his expression a mix of concern and bewilderment. "What do you mean it's not yours?" He raised an eyebrow, his mind racing with various scenarios.
Mike grabbed a tissue from the box on Will's desk and wiped his hands before moving to open the window again. "Uh—come with me," he urged, his voice tinged with urgency.
"It's two in the morning. I'm not going out there. What do yo—" Will's protest was abruptly cut off by Mike's pleading tone.
"Will. Please..?" Mike's voice wavered slightly, his eyes searching Will's for understanding.
Will sighed, feeling curiosity bubbling within him. "Okay," he relented, his resolve softening as he watched Mike climb out the window.
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