⚠️Warnings: Abusive behavior. Racism. Animal death
||𝟑𝐑𝐃 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐎𝐕||
Will continued to draw, never faltering. And his movements never slowed.
Several sheets of paper, with similar purple and blue features.
The second he was done, he would swiftly swipe the drawing behind him and it would land on the floor like the others. Not unlike a printer would.
Joyce grabbed a handful and returned through to the living room, where Hop sat, looking at a handful of Will's drawings himself.
"This is more of the same," she said, joining him on the couch.
"Oh, it's nothing. It's just scribbles."
The pages they held before them, as well as the ones still being made in Will's room usually featured a black page with some variant of purple-blue sections. Ranging from corner to corner, corner to side, bottom to side, top to corner, and so forth. Some of them were just pure purple and blue.
"Wait," Joyce had caught sight of the drawing Hopper was currently looking at. "Wait."
"What? What?"
"Wait. These black lines, see?"
She held up one of the several drawings she possessed up to Hopper.
Hopper was still confused.
"What?"
The drawing she held matched perfectly with the one in his hands.
"They connect. They connect!"
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Hopper had now pushed aside all the furniture in the living room, opening up space for the drawings.
They grabbed more piles and scattered the drawing all over the floor, matching piece after piece.
Finally, the duo stood, marveling at the large intricate design the pictures had made. They were sprawled out all over the room, so much so in fact that they twisted and curled and began creeping up the walls.
"Does this mean anything to you?" Hopper asked.
Joyce scoffed, gesturing to the work before them. "No."
"I mean, is it some kind of maze or a road?" She wondered.
They began wandering around the room, careful as to not step on the drawings.
"I-I mean, it's sort of forking and branching like... like lightning." She gestured to the many twists and turns below her feet.
"You think it's that storm?" He asked, referring to the drawing.
"No, the storm he drew was completely different. He used red." She said, certain about her son's artistic patterns. "And this is all blue and it has some sort of weird dirt color. I mean, maybe it's roots."
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𝐂𝐎𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐂² || Will Byers x Male!Reader
Fanfiction⇢ Will Byers x Male!Reader* [Book 2/5] ⇠ As always, you the reader are apart of Stranger Things. It has been a year since your best friend Will Byers was found, and as the anniversary of his disappearance creeps up, things take a turn for...
