Hawkins
Dustin, Lucas, Will and Mike were chilling, playing D&D. They were just sitting down when a golden chain with an hourglass pendant appeared.
"Okay, who threw that?" Mike asked as it had interrupted the game.
"Not me," The other three boys said at once.
"Well SOMEONE did!" Said Dustin, irritated.
"What's all the yelling about?" Nancy Wheeler said, having heard the boys bickering.
"Yeah what she said," Steve said, coming behind Nancy.
"That!" Dustin exclaimed, pointing at the now abandoned game.
"An.. hourglass on a string?" Steve asked, looking at Nancy for advice.
Jonathan chose that moment to walk in.
“I’m here for Will?” he said cautiously, scanning the room.
Right as he’d finished talking, the floor opened up.
The only way to describe the sensation was being shoved through a narrow straw with your limbs being pulled out.
After about 2 seconds, it was over. The seven of them were by… a lake?
“WHAT. THE. ACTUAL. FUCK.” Dustin yelled, turning over to the group.
“I’d like you to tell me that!” Nancy exclaimed. She turned around and whispered for only Steve to hear, “Your parents are going to hate me.”
“Nah,” he whispered back, though Nancy gave him an unsure look.
Jonathan turned around to see a redhead and a blonde in robes, but seeing as he was just teleported to who knows where, he paid little attention.
There was an angry yell.
They all turned around to see an old, balding man with shoulder length grey hair staggering towards them. Before he could do much, though, four kids came rolling down the hill.
“Guys-” Jonathan barely had time to say before the redhead he’d seen earlier smashed into his knees, knocking him down.
But rather than falling onto the soft, long, dewy grass, he kept falling. He had all of one millisecond to see a flash of black before the squeezing sensation returned. Again, it lasted a mere 2 seconds before he collapsed onto the ground. Except this time, as they all noticed, it wasn’t soft grass, it was a run down, cracking paved road. But not just any run down, cracking paved road, THEIR run down, cracking paved road.
Jonathan looked up to see a familiar sign:
Welcome to Hawkins!