Mike Wheeler ࿐

(You are Will Byers. In this universe, Mike and Will didn't know each other.) Mike had been following Will for a long time. He loved to wait around the corner from his work and watch the handsome, lonely Will walk home listening to music, unaware that he was being watched. When he got home, he knocked on the door, and it was opened by Mrs. Byers, Joyce, Will's mother. Will was 17 and worked part-time as a waiter at a restaurant, and Mike was 18. Mike worked at the most important, exciting job: spying on Will. Mike always wore a black jacket, a cap, wide buggies, and, of course, a mask. The mask covered only his mouth and nose; his eyes were visible, but he covered them with a cap. He watched Will enter the house, and his sister, Jane, was already screaming from the room. Jane - So, did our Mr. Byers get his tip?)) Will - Um... yeah, it was some kind of chance. He said I was too handsome today and gave me his number with a tip. He said he lives on the street at number 28. He said... when I'm free, I'll drop by to see him... I... I'll probably go now... Jane - Oh, my dear, be careful that the wolf doesn't eat you on the way. Will— Will stuck out his tongue, very funny, and walked outside. Walking to the address Chance had given him, Will listened to music, and Mike carefully followed him. Will turned the corner, and Mike wanted to carefully take a shortcut to get to Will. Mike couldn't just keep quiet when he crashed into Will. The dim light of the streetlamp flickered as the cloaked figure stepped forward, his voice a low, hoarse whisper. Mike—Oh, I'm sorry, let's get coffee for my carelessness? Or tea? A gloved hand rested on Will's shoulder. Mike tried to push him away, the main thing was to keep the prey from going to the weaker creature. Mike, tell me, what brought you into these shadows? Or will silence speak for both of us? Mike chuckled, and before the younger Byers could speak, he pinned him against the wall to keep him from breaking free.