The first sensation was pain.The second, a cold shock crawling up his spine.The third… memories. Too many memories.
He awoke inside a cryogenic chamber, metallic air scratching his throat as red emergency lights flickered. Before he moved, before he even fully opened his eyes, something ignited inside him: the life of the body he now inhabited.
Memories that weren't his.
He saw a normal beginning — a baby born in a regular hospital, wrapped in a blue blanket. Young parents, tired but happy. Days of laughter, quiet nights, home videos recording every tiny smile.
Nothing special.Nothing supernatural.Just the life of an ordinary child.
Everything changed when the baby turned eleven months old.
He saw — as if it were his own experience — the frustration of not reaching a toy in the crib… and then the toy floating, sliding into his tiny hands. His mother dropped her coffee in shock. His father froze, unsure whether to call a doctor or a priest.
In the days that followed, lights flickered when he laughed, doors slammed when he cried, toys stacked themselves. The parents tried to ignore it, then feared it, then asked for help — never realizing that doing so sealed his fate.
They reported "strange occurrences" to the wrong people.
And then came the men in suits.
They promised help. Promised protection. Said the child needed special care.But they were not there to help.
His parents resisted. Their fates became uncertain. And the child was left with one last memory: being torn from the arms that loved him. Even so young, he felt something vital ripped away. He cried, reached out — but it didn't matter.
Then came the memories of the lab.
Clipboards. Lab coats. Cold eyes.They called him "subject," "sample," "asset."
His powers grew out of control.He levitated doctors unintentionally.Cracked the floor during nightmares.Melted metal when panic overtook him.
Fear spread through the facility.
"He's stronger than we expected!" a doctor shouted. "If this continues, he'll end up killing all of us!"
"If we can't control him, he has no value," an army officer said. "His telekinetic barrier blocks needles, but we can place him in cryogenic sleep. Keep him frozen… and the world will think twice before challenging the United States."
The final decision came disguised as a lie: another test. Soft words, cold hands.Then the pod sealing shut, drowning him in frozen silence before he could understand.
He wasn't preserved for safety.He was imprisoned out of fear.
That memory — that bitter injustice — burned inside him when he finally woke up.
Now the lab trembled. Alarms blared. Lights flickered. Distant screams echoed. Doors locked themselves.
And then he felt it.
Another powerful mind.A girl… furious, terrified, ripping the world open by sheer will.
Eleven.
The psychic shock of her opening the first Gate hit him like a thunderclap. His capsule cracked open only a centimeter — but it was enough. With a telekinetic burst, he shattered the ice, the metal, and the prison that had held him for years.
A shield of energy enveloped his frail body, lifting him slightly from the ground. Only his mind kept him upright.
Warm air hit his face.He breathed for the first time.
"Ugh… damn whoever sent me here…" he muttered, voice rough from years of silence.
Guards appeared. He reacted instantly.
The metal on the gurneys twisted.Scalpels rattled.Two men were thrown against a wall before he fully understood what he was doing.
His heart pounded. He needed to escape.
The boy who was frozen no longer existed.
He ran down a corridor filled with blood and panic, ducking past terrified scientists. He stole an oversized coat from a dead agent — along with his wallet. Money. ID. Anything could help.
When he reached the exit, the rain hit his face.But he knew he couldn't leave like this — they'd recognize him.
With a trembling hand, he reshaped his own face using telekinesis.Nose, eyes, jawline.The pain was unbearable.
But it worked.
The boy who was frozen no longer existed.
He ran into the forest.
The night was humid and heavy. Branches snapped under his bare feet. Every step was a battle against a body weakened by years of stasis.
He nearly collapsed when he found a makeshift structure: mattresses, logs, tarps.
Castle Byers.
He pushed the entrance open with telekinesis. Inside was small, childish, and… unbelievably, a jar of brigadeiro sat forgotten in a corner.
His stomach growled.
He ate the whole thing.
He sat on the floor, licking chocolate off his fingers, trying to understand his new reality.
He was inside Stranger Things.He knew about the Demogorgon.About the Upside Down.About the Mind Flayer — only from spoilers friends told him before he died.
But he had only ever watched Season 1.
Everything beyond that was a blank.
"I'm screwed… but at least I've got powers. HOLY SHIT, I'VE GOT POWERS!" he whispered, covering his face with his hands.
Using telekinesis felt instinctive — like moving his legs or breathing. Natural. Automatic.
The memories of the original boy pulsed inside him: fear, loneliness, loss.Something within him tightened.
"I swear… I'll never be a prisoner again. I'm going to be free," he murmured, hugging the empty jar to his chest.
For the first time, he wasn't an experiment.Wasn't a specimen.Wasn't "Asset Zero."
He was someone alive.
A being with two histories.And one future.
Outside, a branch snapped.Something growled in the darkness.
But he wasn't afraid.
For the first time, he was awake.
And ready.