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“Will? Hello? Is that you??” — “Oh, Mike… yeah, it’s me.” — “God, I’m so glad it’s you, thank you… Oh, sorry, I mean— that’s not what I meant to say. I mean… no, that is what I meant.” — “Mike, are you okay?…” — “What?” — “What’s going on with you? You’ve been acting strange. Not just now — in general. You shut yourself off. We kept trying to reach you, but you never answered the phone. Especially lately. Lucas even went to your college to ask your dorm neighbors if you were alright. They couldn’t find you…” — “…” — “Mike, don’t stay silent. You’re still our friend. We worry about you. I don’t believe you just dropped all of us. Your personality is… well, not the easiest, but not that bad…” Will paused. It was hard for him to talk to Mike, especially about things like this. A lump formed in his throat, tears threatening to spill, but he held himself together as much as he could. “Will? Are you there?” Mike asked, panicked. — “Y-yeah, sorry. I spaced out for a second.” — “About what?” — “It’s not important. Stay on topic! I asked first — what’s going on with you? Why are you acting like this?” — “Will… I’m sorry. Really. I’m sorry for everything. I’m such an idiot, I’m so sorry. I…” The lump was now in Mike’s throat. He almost never showed his real feelings, but after so much time alone, he was sick of hiding. He couldn’t hold himself back anymore. Will heard soft sobs through the phone — Mike was crying. Bitter tears streamed down his cheeks, burning them. “Mike?! Oh God, Mike, what the hell is happening?! Answer me, please. I’m here… even if not physically. We’re still friends, right? Best… friends…” Will lowered his head. Tears rose again. He covered his face with his hand as if trying to hide from Mike, despite the distance between them. “Will, it’s all my fault. All of it. Remember that talk on the hill? That stupid, awful sentence? That’s what I said to you. I hear you crying now — even now I’m hurting you. I understood who your ‘Tammy Thompson’ was. Even though I wasn’t her. I was everything to you, and you were everything to me, but I couldn’t show my love. And with my words, it was like I mocked your feelings. I didn’t know how to express mine, and I know I’m a complete jerk. I didn’t even say those words to my own girlfriend when she… when she went to kill herself. ‘I love you’ — that’s all I had to say!” Mike kept talking fast, voice cracking, struggling to breathe. And Will, heart pounding, stayed silent and listened. “I never even called her by her name. Always just her number. Is that normal?! I was cold. And only later I realized why. I did love her, but not as… a girlfriend.” On the other end, Will’s eyes widened. His mouth slightly opened. The tears stopped — replaced by the same overwhelming feeling he experienced after hearing that phrase on the hill: “Friends? No thanks.” That same anticipation — that something impossible was about to happen. While Mike paused, Will quickly imagined different scenarios… then immediately stopped himself: “No, Will. That’s not what he means. Stop it…” Mike’s voice broke his thoughts— “I loved her only as a friend. She did a lot for my life, and for all of you too. She was amazing and unbelievably kind despite all the crap she went through… if you can even say that, considering what she later did to herself. Why didn’t I stop her…” Mike drifted away from the original point, sinking into guilt. Will interrupted: “Mike, it wasn’t your fault. It never was. Yeah, sometimes you acted like an idiot, but blaming yourself for what happened to Jane — you can’t. You expressed your feelings the only way you knew how. And I was mad at you. Really mad. But I know you’re not a bad person. I accept you the way you are. All of us do. The guys miss you too, Mike…” — “Too? You miss me too?” Will froze at his own words. After a short silence, he finally answered: “Yeah, Mike. I miss you too.” Mike went still. His tears had almost stopped by then, but after hearing this, they returned. Continuation on slide3 #sketch #byler #ao3

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Oblivion. How much time had passed since the boy who ran away from his tyrant father became the “son” of another oppressor? Ticci Toby no longer remembered his past, and so his mind grew foggier with every passing year. He obeyed the Faceless One’s orders without question, never thinking about his own life. He simply existed — a meaningless, hollow existence, helping other lost souls with their dirty work. And yet, it seemed like another ordinary day… a day just like all the others. Hunting time. “Slender said there’d be a group of teenagers here… around five of them, I think. I don’t remember. They’re about fifteen or so… I guess? Damn it, how am I supposed to know what they look like at that age? And he said they all look… what was that word? Ugh, whatever. Where are they, anyway?!” He muttered everything out loud. He often fell into stupors like this — so he simply stood there, waiting. Birdsong and a light breeze created a strangely peaceful atmosphere for his essentially dead psyche. It relaxed him a little. But then a branch snapped. Toby instantly lifted his head. Ten meters ahead stood a girl. Something about her silhouette felt painfully familiar, though he couldn’t understand why. She should have screamed, seeing a pale boy with an axe in his hands. She should have run for her life. But instead, she stood frozen — unable to move. Perhaps it was fear. Perhaps curiosity. Or maybe both. The first thing she noticed wasn’t even the weapon — it was the wound, if one could call it that, across his face. Teeth showed from beneath it, more terrifying than the axe itself. His eyes widened. Something clicked inside him, though he didn’t know why. “Sister,” slipped from his lips. His eyes filled with tears. His hands went weak. The axe fell to the ground. The girl — her name was Lyra, coincidentally the same as Toby’s sister — finally snapped out of her shock and stepped back. “Sister,” he repeated again. Thinking silently was impossible for him — his thoughts had long been under someone else’s control. A constant storm of noise and foreign voices lived in his head, never stopping. So everything he “thought” came out as speech. And now, someone was actually hearing those thoughts — this stranger who suddenly felt so close… He became more certain, his steps quickening into a quiet run. Lyra backed away, stammering: “Sorry, you’re mistaken — I’m not your sister.” But he didn’t hear her. “Lyra… Lyra, come here.” She grew terrified. How could he possibly know her name? “I am Lyra, yes, but I’m not your sister, I’m sorry—” But she didn’t finish. She ran. Toby didn’t hear a single word except her name. Hallucinations exploded in his mind. He saw someone he once loved running just ahead of him, laughing, asking him to catch up. Memories… Even those had been stolen by that tall monster. And memories were the last thing keeping him human. Lyra ran as fast as she could — but suddenly everything dissolved into a sharp ringing, like static. She fell. And not just her. A piercing scream echoed behind her. She turned and saw the boy collapse, clutching his head. He kept screaming. Lyra stared, terrified, unable to understand what was happening. Then she saw the figure behind the tree. A tall, faceless man in a black suit — with grotesque, unnatural arms reaching up into the branches. Slender Man. While Toby screamed, Lyra quickly rummaged through her bag. She always carried a self-defense kit — you never know what might happen… She triggered her alarm device and gripped a small knife tightly before running again with all her strength. She prayed — over and over and over. After everything she did, the noise and shaking began to fade. Whatever helped her… you decide. Finally, she saw her friends in the distance. They were already running toward her after hearing the alarm. “RUN! NO TIME TO EXPLAIN!” she yelled, and they all sprinted together out of the forest. And Toby? What became of him? #art #creepypasta #ticcitoby #creepypastaart

Will Byers had moved to New York to study. It wasn’t surprising — after everything he’d been through, he wanted to leave it all behind as quickly as possible. He believed that distance would help him heal the wounds left by that cursed little town, the people in it, and the events no one recovers from easily. The trauma ran too deep and kept appearing in his nightmares. And moving… moving is always stressful. Even while trying to escape the negativity of his past, he knew something else would eventually take its place. Still, we know he’s a strong kid, and he adapted to his new life rather quickly. Starting at a new school wasn’t easy, but he managed to fit in. He made friends — and not ordinary ones. It didn’t take him long to notice that they understood him in a way others never had. “Is this really a new life?” flashed through his mind. But of course, he never forgot his old friends. Every now and then, they would call each other, sharing stories with that same warmth and joy that proved their bond hadn’t disappeared. Well… almost. What about Mike Wheeler? He had also enrolled in college and moved into a dorm, even though he stayed in the same cursed Hawkins. He thought it would somehow help him get away from the place where so many awful things had happened to him. But moving to the dorm only weighed on him more. With problems piling up, he became withdrawn. He didn’t talk to his classmates; he spent all his free time sitting at his desk in that tiny room. At first, the entire former group tried to reach out, but he often didn’t pick up the phone. Eventually, the calls just… stopped. “I’m pathetic,” Mike thought, shutting himself in the room once again and typing another story he wished could happen to him. “I should call Will,” he thought — but immediately stopped himself. “No… he won’t want to talk to me. I ignored everyone for so long. They must think so little of me now. Especially him. Yeah… better not. Last time I talked to Max, she said he was doing well. That he even, apparently, has a boyfriend… I can’t ruin that. I’ve already ruined one life. No… two. His, too. God, I’m such an idiot. Why did I realize everything so late? I didn’t even apologize for that day. Maybe I should? Maybe he’ll come home for break? Maybe…” And then his thoughts were interrupted by a call. Mike grabbed his phone instantly — with hope and fear all tangled together. #art #byler #strangerthings #sketch #mikewheeler

#арт #рисунок #art #wlw

I adore Yellowjackets. It’s wild that I haven’t been drawing fanart for it until now… #jackieshauna #yellowjackets #art #wlw #yellowjacketsart

Mike seems to be pregnant, sorry... #byler #vampiremike #strangerthingsart #art

I’m definitely going to be drawing a lot more art of them #art #byler #strangerthingsart #байлер #уиллбайерсмойсын

перезалив😔 снова мой рисунок о чувствах. хотя, серьезности можно не увидеть, учитывая, что облако снизу похоже на сиsюлики…а еще сверху ножницы…АХХАХА😭😭😭шутки шутками, но тут действительно есть смысл и переживания #арт #art #artist #художник #digitalart

и фотографирую все подряд #фотограф #эстетика #photographer

редкое явление, фиксируйте. ладно у меня просто все еще траур по финалу, я придумываю кучу сцен в голове и радуюсь жизни #willbyerscosplay #byler #байлер #уиллбайерсмойсын

#willbyerscosplay #byler #strangerthings #осд #байлер