WHEELER HOUSE – NIGHT
Rain lashes the streets, a relentless curtain of gray and silver. Thunder rumbles low, as if warning the town that the night belongs to something beyond human comprehension.
Dustin pedals furiously, rain dripping off his hair.
Dustin (yelling over the storm): "Steve! This waWy! You gotta see it for yourself!"
Steve squints against the sheets of rain, frowning.
Steve: "I swear, if this is another one of your pranks—"
Dustin: "Not a prank! She's real! She's here!"
Steve grips the handlebars tighter, nodding reluctantly. They reach the Wheeler driveway, and Dustin hops off.
Dustin: "Come on! Quick!"
Steve hesitates for a moment, looking at the storm-swept house. The windows flicker with strange shadows, lightning illuminating the entire front yard in violent purple flashes. His heart thuds.
Steve: "What… the hell…?"
Dustin doesn't answer — he runs to the basement door.
Dustin: "Inside! Now!"
Steve follows, stepping into the familiar basement.
WHEELER BASEMENT – NIGHT
The basement is a cacophony of tension and motion. Will, Mike, El, Max, Lucas, and Moon sit—or rather, hover—amidst objects floating inches off the floor. The faint violet glow radiates from Moon's eyes as she sits cross-legged on the couch, silent, unreadable.
Will (quietly, to Mike): "It's… she's slipping."
El (frowning): "Don't interfere. Not yet."
Lucas fidgets, unease radiating off him. A pencil rattles, lifting midair. He flinches.
Lucas: "I… I don't like this. We shouldn't be messing with her."
Moon's violet glow intensifies. The pencil spins toward him, levitating like a missile. She stares at him — calm, unreadable — and the pencil whips in his direction.
Lucas (yelling, ducking): "Whoa! Okay, okay! I get it!"
Objects clatter back down. Moon exhales softly, eyes dimming.
DOOR OPENS – DUSTIN & STEVE ENTER
Steve steps inside, eyes wide. He freezes, seeing Moon for the first time.
Their eyes meet.Time slows.
Steve's pupils dilate, breath hitching. The storm outside seems to echo the charge between them.
Steve (softly): "…Oh… wow."
Moon tilts her head, unreadable, calm, serene. She doesn't speak, doesn't move, just exists — a force of nature condensed into one human form. The violet glow fades briefly, replaced by something almost natural, almost human.
Dustin (excitedly whispering): "See? Told ya! She's real!"
Steve glances at the others, still stunned.
Steve: "Holy… she's—"
Mike (quickly): "Steve, careful. Don't… don't startle her."
El: "Don't interfere."
Steve swallows, still mesmerized.
WHEELER HOUSE – NIGHT – FULL MOON RISING
Outside, the moon climbs the sky. It swells, massive and white, then slowly shifts — pale light bending into violet, the clouds swirling violently around it. Wind tears through the trees, rain hammering the roof.
Back in the basement, Moon rises — literally. Furniture clatters, lights flicker, the whole house trembling.
Will: "Mike… what do we do?"
Mike (firmly, approaching Moon): "We calm her down. Easy. Slowly."
Moon rises higher, purple light spilling from her like she's become the moon itself. The storm rages around the house, shaking windows, bending trees.
El (sternly): "Stop. Don't interfere. Any sudden move and it gets worse."
Objects whirl violently around them: books, chairs, a lamp swinging from its cord. The ceiling creaks under pressure.
Will (voice shaking): "She's… she's like the storm itself."
Steve takes a cautious step forward, eyes fixed on Moon. Dustin hovers at the side, hands in the air like a referee.
Mike (gently): "Moon… breathe. You're safe. You're with us."
Moon's violet glow flickers. Her face remains unreadable, calm.
Moon (suddenly, voice echoing slightly): "The full moon… it's coming. Soon, I can't control it. Others… could get hurt."
Outside, the storm intensifies — wind tearing branches, lightning splitting the sky, rain hammering down like bullets. The moon hangs low, full, purple, bathing the world in unearthly light.
Steve (quietly, almost mesmerized): "You… you're incredible."
Moon tilts her head, finally acknowledging him with a fleeting glance. The violet in her eyes mirrors the moon outside. Steve's jaw drops, his heart hammering.
CHAOS IN THE BASEMENT
Objects lift, spin, and drop. Mike positions himself in front of Moon, trying to protect the others. Will's bike, thrown from the previous night, rattles midair like it's alive.
El (firm, commanding): "Stop trying to control her! Let her ride it out!"
Lucas (panicked, whispering): "I can't… she's going to—"
A chair levitates toward him. Moon's eyes glow brighter — a warning, not anger.
Mike: "Focus on breathing. You're safe."
Moon exhales. Slowly, objects settle. Rain hammers the roof, wind shrieks through the trees, but the violet glow diminishes slightly.
Steve takes a cautious step closer, still staring into her eyes. His pupils dilated, the world narrowing down to the girl floating before him — calm, unreadable, terrifying, beautiful.
PARALLEL CUTS
Hopper & Joyce arrive at the Wheeler driveway, drenched. Hopper grips his flashlight, scanning the house.
Hopper: "What the hell is going on in there?"
Joyce: "It's… the storm. It's her. She's causing it."
Outside, lightning splits the sky, purple arcs illuminating the trees. The house shakes again — furniture rattles violently. The group inside braces.
Will: "Mike… she's still slipping!"
Mike: "I know… just… stay calm!"
El watches every movement, face hard, ready to intervene if anything goes wrong.
The storm outside screams — full moon fully purple, wind howling, rain blinding, lightning everywhere. And Moon, center of it all, levitates in perfect calm, eyes glowing violet as if she is the storm.
El (firmly): "Do nothing. Let it pass. Interfering will make it worse."
The group freezes. The house creaks, the lights flicker. Outside, the world is nothing but violet light, wind, and rain.
CUT TO BLACK.