⋆ [ ooc ] the last two paragraphs are where he officially "joins"! the tl;dr is down at the bottom c:

everything was quiet. it was as if the sound had been sucked out of the space it was in. if you heard a pin drop, you probably wouldn't even hear that. why was it so strangely quiet? well, it was the place of hawkins lab, after all. everything was strange there. stranger... things came from there. but in the midst of the quiet was a figure, someone tied to a table as if being interrogated, which he may so have happen to him. he seemed... peaceful, but struggling, if there could be such a combination. the quiet continued on for a while.

suddenly the figure was awake, his eyes darting around widely in surprise and fear mike went to go clasp at his head in pain from the impact of his head getting smashed into the rock. but when he tried to lift his arm, he couldn't, it only moved slightly. looking down at his arms in pain, his eyes widened. his arms and legs were tied down to a table. strange. he looked around quickly, but it was all the same. a gray room with a table and chair, his own table, and a large mirror thing on one of the walls. great, just great. resting his head back on the table with an annoyed sigh, he lay there for a moment, thinking. he thought of everything that had just happened; with eleven, with those lions- suddenly, something in his mind clicked for him. "holy shit." he whispered, looking down at his arms. he was a human again.

to make sure it wasn't just some stupid hallucination, he pinched himself, since his hand was close to his side. yelling out in surprise, a grin was placed on his lips. he really was human again. laughing in relief despite the situation, he turned his head to look at himself in the mirror. whelp, he looked the same really, but with a huge ass bump on his head and cuts and bruises. no big deal, right? he was fine. but he definitely looked as if he had aged. he was taller, his hair a little more curlier. otherwise, he wasn't really any different.

suddenly he heard a door open and he snapped his head over, eyeing the figure that walked in with narrow eyes. it wasn't owens; no, it was some new guy. he looked like dr. brenner in a way, but he knew it couldn't be him. the guy was dead. right? stopping to look at mike as the door closed behind him, a "pleasant" grin made its way onto the man's pale face. "michael wheeler, i pressume? thank you for, ah, joining us, though it was against your will." walking over to the table in front of where mike lay, the boy watched as the brenner look-alike seated himself, folding his hands as he looked at mike. and mike, in return, spit at the man. "you fucking bastard! i outta kill you for what you did! putting me through hell and back like that and expecting me to cooperate with you or whatever bullshit you want!" the man just sat there, calm, as mike continued. "and you hurt her! you hurt eleven. even more than you had done before." his voice broke, tired and strained as his head throbbed, screaming at him to stop. panting, the boy leaned back onto the table, a groan escaping from his lips as he closed his eyes.

"i understand you're upset, michael. and you have the right to be. but you must understand why we are doing this. it's to-" "- fight the russians? yeah, i've heard that one. is that really what it's about, brenner? or are you even him?" he watched as the man locked up for a moment, a satisfied grin on his own lips as the look-alike chuckled. "my, you are a smart one, aren't you? eleven made a good choice." he winced softly at his comment, but said nothing.

brenner then stood up, walking over towards mike. pausing for a moment next to him, he leaned down by his ear, speaking in a cold tone. "i suggest you shut your mouth before things get even worse, yes?" straightening back up, the director adjusted his tie before walking around the room slowly. "however, yes, we need her to help us fight the commies. don't you want us to win the war, michael?" raising his hand as the high schooler opened his mouth, about to say something, he continued. "test subject eleven is one of our only ways of making this war stop. without her, we'd lose. you understand that, don't you?" mike grit his teeth, shaking his head violently. "no! you're hurting her, a living, real person. and you're hurting others, too. don't you understand that, brenner? you're hurting more people this way too."

the man just chuckled, his hands behind his back as he stopped in front of his desk. "would you rather save a few lives or millions?" he shut his mouth for a moment, his gaze looking down at the ground. deciding not to answer, he kept his mouth shut, looking back at brenner would such a hatred that could cut him like daggers. a pleased smile cracked onto the older man's face again as he sat back down. "yes, well then, michael, i'll answer for you. it's better to save millions of lives than just a few. and now we can do that."

picking up some remote, mike's eyes narrowed in confusion as he pointed it at the mirror, pressing a button, which then opened up to show another room. inside was someone else, tied up to a table like him. narrowing his eyes as he strained to concentrate more, his eyes widened in shock and fear and anger when he realized who it was. it was eleven, with her shaved head. she, too, was looking at him, a scream escaping her as her eyes reflected the same emotions as him. "mike!" struggling in his position, the former feline yelled at brenner. "fuck! no, let her go you bastard! let her go! why are you doing this? leave her alone! leave her alone!" [i]suddenly, people in hazmat suits stormed into the room, grabbing mike as he thrashed in his position, screaming. "let her go! let eleven go! stop it!"

then one of them pulled out a shot. eyeing the needle with wide eyes, he looked over at brenner, still struggling as the man gave one single nod. "yes. give him the serum." mike then watched as the person rolled up his sleeve and stabbed the needle into his arm, pressing the serum into him. instantly, he began to feel woozy, his eyelids fluttering and his vision growing dark as he began to grow limp, his memories fading away. the last word he was able to get out was "eleven."

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mike then gasped awake, his mind jumbled and scattered. what happened to him? why was he here? where was he? the male scrambled to his feet, only to fall over. was this snow? and were those- wait, what the fuck? why did he have paws? and only three of them? where was his other leg? what kind of sick, cruel joke was this? attempting to get up again, this time successfully standing, he turned around in circles until he fell on his ass. why wasn't he in hawkins? why was he a fucking cat? what the actual fuck? (wow, mike had never cussed this much in his whole life and it even shocked him despite the circumstances he was in.)

the previous human stumbled over the unknown boarder, coughing up blood. oh, god, this wasn't good. and his head hurt like hell. clasping onto the snow, he closed his eyes, his breathing labored. oh jesus, what was happening to him? unbeknownst to mike, he had forgotten everything about his previous life in the other world, only memories of hawkins and all that shit that had occurred to him there. the feline began to sob, his figure shaking as the sobs went through his body. what was this?

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[ tl;dr ] mike is having some kinda flashback (though he doesn't remember it) after being captured by the bad men (found in this thread). after discovering that dr. brenner is "alive," he then engages in some arguments with him until he sees eleven was captured once again. fighting to get out of his bondage, he is then stabbed in the arm with a needle and a serum is inserted into him. this serum will erase his memories and have him where he is now.

i had been gone for a long, long time. who am i? well, that question was easy. i’m mike wheeler, the son to ted and karen wheeler, brother to nancy and holly wheeler. where was i from? hawkins, indiana, a small town where "you would never expect anything to happen." what had happened to me? a lot… a lot had happened to me. but i can’t remember it all… fragments are placed in my mind that i cannot place. i remember everything from hawkins. everything. but i do not remember what happened in what seemed almost like another life. what had happened to me?

the hawkins lab had captured me. they turned me into a cat. i knew that already, because i was a cat now. but what had happened before that? i had been gone from a place called “snowbound” for six months now, and my memories were starting to slowly fall into place. the experience of what happened when my memory was erased. the feeling of how happy i was to be human again. ( obviously, i had not been before that, but what had i been? ) the feeling of sadness as eleven was taken from me and hurt… i remembered all of that. but what had happened before that moment? what had happened after the year of 1984?

i tried not to bother myself too much about it, now, though it always lingered in the back of my mind. why do i remember a feeling of choice... a major one at that? that i was betraying someone i loved? it all had to mean something, right? why was one of my legs gone? what had happened to it? it couldn’t have been something with the experiment; right? why was there a large scar on my face? i had no answers to any of these questions.

all i know now is that i’m alone. everyone i knew and loved is gone.

during those six months of my disappearance, i went looking for hawkins. long story short, i never found it. i was too far away, and i didn’t even know where i was. everything had changed. so, i found myself naturally going back to what i had known for all this time. except, i did not go to snowbound, no, i had been gone for too long. i instead just went along on my own, learning to catch food for myself, and other important things i felt i should know. but i knew there was something important about today, even if it wasn’t important back in the real world of hawkins.

it was my birthday.

in the back of my mind, i remembered something about the month of september, and the day of the twenty-second, being so important to me. why was it? after a while, i began to realize that it was because it was the month of my cat body’s birth. well, not really the “birth,” but of its creation into this world. so, had i been a cat before in this world? i had come to the conclusion that, yes, i had been. but where? that was a question i could not answer.

so it was technically not my birthday. my real birthday for this body would be march twenty-second, then. my breathing became clogged in my throat at the thought, because that was will’s birthday. shaking my head, i knew i had to be positive today. i had to be positive for my friends, and to know that i would come back for them.

where was i going now? to a place called "sunhaven." why? well, because i was lonely. i needed someone, even if my antisocial more like socially awkward ass wanted to believe i didn’t. feeling the crunch of leaves underneath my paws as i walked through the mountain range near their home, i felt a heaviness upon my shoulders. i wished i could be home at this moment, like every day, but i felt like being home even more so today. i missed el, most of all, it seemed of everyone. to have her taken from me was one of the worst pains i had ever experienced, just like when she had disappeared.

my breaths becoming shaky and shallow, i approached the large wooden barricades, my sweater itchy against my skin as the heat began to get to me. why was i so nervous? i had done this before. but i had also not known what was going on, at the time. but this time i knew. swallowing my nervousness and pride, i mustered the courage to speak as i made my way towards the open spot in the "gate." "h-hello? my name is… my name is mike wheeler. i- i’m looking to stay with you, if you’re okay with that." wow, smooth, mike, smooth.

general.
name. michael "mike" wheeler
nicknames. mike
biological gender. cisgender male
— masculine pronouns
birth date. unknown / ages every twentysecond
age. twelve months
— mentally fourteen in human years
clan. snowbound
— lionheart / semi-high position & padfoot / apprentice postition

important notes.
faceclaim. mike wheeler from "stranger things" / finn wolfhard
voiceclaim. x, x, x
⚝ previous human / not a reincarnation
⚝ heavily based off mike wheeler from "stranger things" / is mike wheeler
⚝ can be considered by others as "rude"
⚝ had memories erased by hawkins lab for the transfer
⚝ currently coping with recent events / depressed

physical.
domestic feline — main body 100% health
mike is a creamy white feline with dark brown ears, which are curlier and fluffier than the rest of his pelt. though a rare sight for most felines, he has dark brown headfur, almost like human hair, curly and wild. his eyes are a dark chocolate brown, with light brown freckles scattered across his nose and cheeks. he can be seen wearing a dark blue sweatshirt, and an old digital watch on his right paw. he has very long, lanky legs, but his back right leg is missing due to being torn off by a raptor (which he does not know about). it is covered up in bandages and some stickers. he has a scar that begins over his right eye and goes down to his chest.
injures. missing leg, scar over right eye, bruises and cuts

personality.
estp-t. / gryffindor. / candor. / chaotic neutral.
mike can be seen as an optimist, though more recently he comes off as stand-offish and rude towards others. undoubtedly loyal and brave, however, the boy shows that he is not afraid to stand up in what he believes and will tell anyone what he thinks or what is on his mind. he's hard to crack open, but once you do, you see a kindhearted, caring friend that truly cares about your well being and will do anything for you. very emotional, he is usually open about it towards his friends, and others if necessary. he is a creative thinker and very intelligent, though he actually doesn't know it or believe it. he can also be called "oblivious," and not aware of what other people are thinking. definitely a nerd (and a geek), he loves science and video games, and is always intrigued to learn more. however, due to recent events, he's more quiet and tends to stick to himself and not talk to others often.
main personality traits. loyal, rude, brave, nerd, geek, optimist, quiet
disorders. none

relations.
parents. ted wheeler x karen wheeler
siblings. nancy wheeler & holly wheeler
sexuality. heterosexual / heteromantic
relationship status. taken / dating jane "eleven" hopper
friends. ivylee, jacob, sugarpop, izuku, london
enemies. none

interaction.
physically. / mentally. medium / easy
— will fight / will not kill
self defense. knows little self defense
— no weapon preference / known to grab random things as weapons
mention [member=59]mike wheeler[/member] or [member=8]dreamiplier[/member] when attacking
— attacks in underlined
powers. shapeshifting & conjuration & intangibility / all undiscovered
mental bond with steve harrington