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    Now, someone walked into the room. A boy, awkwardly standing at the side of his bed, looking over him worriedly. His hair was brown and scruffy, and he had big baby doe eyes and a yellow-and-blue horizontally-striped shirt like a cartoon character. The window was lighting him up like he was important to Mike’s narrative. The curtains are blue, thought Mike, this boy is light. I love metaphors. Maybe he was high on the pain meds. Upon seeing him, Mike felt a great affection, a great peace. Plus, he had long eyelashes. Mike almost giggled to himself. He was definitely a little high.

    “Hi.” breathed Mike.

    “Hi.” he said, hesitating.

    “We’re friends?” Mike asked hopefully.

    Or: During the Party's final battle with Vecna, Mike is gravely injured and loses his memories. He wakes up in a hospital only remembering a handful of inconsequential little things, like how much he loves a boy who seems like light.

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    08 Mar 2026

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    u/MWpaladin commented on “Can’t tell the difference between sorcerers and…” posted by u/LionsandTigers7 on r/DnD

    u/MWpaladin: Are you an actual idiot? Sorcerers and wizards are hardly even comparable. It’s not ‘the same thing’ in the slightest. A sorcerer’s magic doesn’t even come from a book of spells, their powers are INNATE. Maybe go back to third fucking grade before you ever try and DM a campaign of your own. Jesus Christ. Another important differentiation to note is… [expand]

    Or: a long, very long, retrospective of Mike’s reddit history.

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    04 Mar 2026

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    “Will!!”

    Joyce’s scream cuts through the desolate air of Dimension X. She drops to her knees, eyes fixed on Will, who’s on all fours, head hanging, chest heaving. His hands sink into the ash as his body begins to shake, sharp and uncontrollable.

    Mike darts forward. “Will?! Will!! Are you okay?!”

    The others follow, fear written across their faces. Robin kneels before him, reaching out. Her voice just above a whisper.

    “Will?”

    Slowly, he lifts his head. Green eyes are gone—replaced by milky white orbs staring into Robin’s blue ones.

    Gasps ripple through the group. This isn’t Will. The gentleness is gone. The warmth Will carried has now shifted with a cold murderous look. As if the light was drained out of him. A smirk curls across his lips.

    His voice is low, chilling, yet almost tender:
    “I told you… every door you leave open, I walk through.”

    Vecna has found his way back home.

    Will was never the target. He was the way in.

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    18 Feb 2026

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    “Look,” Will says, turning fully on the pallet to face Mike, one hand reaching down for the rough wood to find purchase and ground him. “Do you-, do you want to show me. Like-, like want to practice?”

    Mike’s eyes widen but he doesn't say anything.

    “Sorry, stupid idea, just wanted to help.” Will is trying to gather the words back up from the air between them and into his mouth.

    “I never thought it was stupid.” Mike says, so quietly it's not much more than an exhale. “I suggested it first.” He adds, like it's a secret.

    Will grips the pallet harder. “Show me. I really do want to help.”

    Mike bites his lip a sec, and Will thinks he's going to say no, but then Mike's darting forward and pressing his lips firm and quick against Will’s. It's barely a kiss. Not romantic. Not enough to leave a scar. Will bleeds anyway.

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    Or: Mike has been kissing Will on and off since they were seven. How are you supposed to recognise an avalanche when you are drowning in snowballs?

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    Silence. Hungry, carnivorous—or maybe cavernous, vast and lined with teeth, ready to bite. The quiet before the storm, the gasped breath in before the heart stops. Tragedy tastes bitter. Blood tastes like pennies. Both are in the air, promises coating the tongue. Something bad is about to happen.

    From beneath the bed, something reaches out—a mass of darkness, a shapeless nothing—and it grabs Mike by the wrist, yanks him forward. Mike chokes on a yelp and flails his arm free, blood dripping from where the shadows grabbed him, like the touch of darkness has split him open. He tries to scramble away, unfolds his legs to kick himself back but only makes himself easier, more vulnerable. The unidentifiable mass encircles Mike's ankle, and he screams something agonized, terrified—and then it pulls Mike, clawing at the carpet with his bloodied fingers, under the bed.

    This time, the silence isn't hungry. It's satisfied.

    will starts entering the mindscape in his dreams on the same night that mike gets taken by vecna. this is probably the least confusing part of everything that happens after.

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    19 Jan 2026