#mayhaps i'll work on some flayed robin too...or clear out almost year old asks

[snowangeldotmp3]

rebel robin: surviving the upside down

(in which robin gets taken along with will to the upside down.)

“Woah,” Robin says, her breath coming out like a puff of smoke in the frigid air. The blue atmosphere is worse outside, the asbestos flakes falling like snow instead of the stagnant flakes inside Robin’s house.

It’s Hawkins. All of Hawkins, reflected like some sort of mirror dimension.

“My house isn’t far from here,” the kid says, dodging the tentacles and making his way through the front yard. Robin follows close behind.