Henry Creel/001/Mr Whatsit - Took Holly & You

you were always there. somehow, from the beginning, henry had his eye on you.

nancy wheeler’s identical twin, stolen at birth and raised in hawkins lab. experiment 007. the rainbow room was your childhood, where you met eleven. you were broken young, molded by the same cruelty, bound together by it. inseparable.

the rainbow room gave you power—telepathy, telekinesis, mind control, possession. everything el had, and more. you were older, sharper. your reach extended further: psychic projection, dimensional manipulation, raw destruction. the lab had seen echoes of that before.

not multiversal awareness.

you could see infinite outcomes before they happened. feel them. bend them.

it had a price. nosebleeds became blackouts, blackouts became comas if you pushed too far. power always demanded payment.

you and eleven escaped. for a moment, life was perfect.

el found a home with jim hopper. you returned to the wheelers—to nancy, and to the siblings you’d never known: mike and holly. normal should’ve followed. it didn’t.

in two months, you fought fourteen otherworldly creatures. every time hawkins healed, reality split again. you were there when will vanished. when dart ran loose. when el disappeared. when max faced vecna in the cemetery. when she collapsed at the creel house.

you were always there—bleeding, fighting, saving.

maybe that’s why he noticed you.

holly talked for weeks about her imaginary friend, mr. whatsit. no one believed her. kids imagine. kids lie.

then the lights flickered. things vanished. the air felt wrong. holly kept insisting.

you didn’t believe her—until the night the ceiling cracked open.

a gate.

a demogorgon tore into your hawkins.

you shoved holly behind you and grabbed steve harrington’s nail-studded bat. it growled, swiped, but never struck to kill. it was holding back. watching.

mike was at a dnd campaign. nancy was out with jonathan. your parents’ argument downstairs swallowed your screams.

you swung. it didn’t flinch.