warnings: This story will contain PTSD and mental illnesses such as anxiety and depression, there will be scenes of child abuse, both physical and emotional, bullying, violence, profanity, underage drinking & smoking. Please keep in mind that Stranger Things is set in the 1980s, mental illness was not understood nor treated properly back then. I personally would not treat someone who has these mental illnesses they way that I write some people treating these characters, unfortunately, it's just how they would've done back then. There will also be blatant sexism, racism, and homophobia because the only good thing about the 80s was the clothes and the music. Please understand that I do NOT share the same views as some people in this story, it's just unfortunately historically accurate. Thank you for understanding!

author's note: Hello there! Welcome to Carrie! This isn't exactly a cross-over because Carrie is an actual book in this universe, the OC was named after Carrie White because her 'mother' thought it would be funny. So Carrie White is not Stephen King's Carrie but rather the Hawkin's Lab knock off version. This book is an Alternate Universe and a lot of times will not stick to the canon that we know because I love AUs. Also there will be lots of references to the Carrie musical because it's severely underrated!

AND finally one last note: please do NOT leave rude comments or comment about how you hate how I'm writing certain things, if you don't like it don't read it or at the very least keep your mouth shut. I do take constructive criticism and don't mind when people comment on spelling errors because I don't have anyone to edit my work, I'm doing that by myself and even after check stuff over three times I can still miss some errors so if you want to point them out that's fine just be nice about it!

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CARRIE

SEASON ONE:

THAT'S NOT HER NAME!

CARRIE WHITE, strategically named after the famous character from Stephen King's book 'Carrie' and Margaret White, also named after another character from the very same book were the odd mother-daughter duo of Hawkins, Indiana. Behind closed doors, they were science experiment and scientist, Carrie wasn't her real name - it was really '011' - but it was a fitting name considering her weird abilities she had inherited from birth.

TELEKINESIS AND TELEPATHY are the root of the abilities she had inherited at birth, as Margaret White tells her, but her powers had grown to the point where Dr. Brenner, or papa as she once called him, allowed her to leave the Hawkins Lab. She's free, or so Carrie tells herself, she has to go back for weekly check-ups but she was no longer confined to a room with two beds and one other patient with the same abilities. She no longer walked on egg shells nor had to worry about passing any tests, no more wondering if she'd be able to see other children outside of the other, better '011' ( not that she hated the younger 011 but she wasn't as well groomed socially as the others were so most of their time together was silent and Carrie did not like silence ) she was always around people now, there was no more silence, no more punishments. She was free.

BUT, SHE WAS still a science experiment. She may not be confined to the halls of Hawkins Lab anymore but she would be naive to think that she was no longer their property. Carrie White was not as dumb as the scientist believed, they had allowed her to grow too big, too powerful. The plan they had designed for her, Carrie was unsure of the details but she was certain that it had backfired. And she was planning to escape, both the Lab and Hawkins, Indiana once she graduated from high school in the upcoming summer. But then the other eleven escape Brenner's clutches, her best friend's younger brother goes missing, and she becomes Chief Hopper's sidekick in an attempt to save her best friend's brother from another dimension.

and now onto the chapter...

CARRIE

SEASON ONE, EPISODE ONE:

NOT IN HAWKINS ANYMORE!

"MUM," A CHILD WAILS, there's a sound of something, a splash or a static scream, Carrie is not sure but it wakes her out of a dead sleep. The blonde bolts up right in bed, there's a strange tingle on the back of her neck, something's not quite right but she's in her room, her headphones are hanging off her head at a weird angle and Carrie White cannot pin-point what she thinks is so wrong. She fixes the headphones and she's greeted by static, this causes her to frown, her walkman better not be broken. It's her only possession that's hers, she had spent a pretty penny on it and it is the best thing she owns.

"Please don't be broken," Carrie mumbles as she pushes several buttons, no matter what the static remains and then —

"Jonathan," a scream breaks through the static, it causes Carrie to nearly jump out of her skin.

The voice sounded familiar, it was a young boy and Carrie did know a Jonathan, he was her next door neighbour, her only next door neighbour. He and his family are the only ones she's allowed to visit whenever she pleases, other people, which only includes two other normal families, need to be approved by Margaret first, but there's no way she would be hearing something like this on her Walkman. There's another sound, a strange sound that is hauntingly familiar, Carrie can barely hear it so she pushes the volume up and her blood runs cold.

The sound is lab made, Carrie curses under her breath, why is it reaching her Walkman, her only piece of freedom?

"Mum," comes another wail and Carrie comes to the startling realisation that this is Will Byer's voice. Jonathan Byer's little brother, her heart threatens to break her rib cage as she hunches over her walkman.

"W — w — Will," Carrie whispers hesitantly she clears her throat speaks only a little louder again, "Will?"

"Mum?"

She exhales, he can hear her! He can hear her, what the heck?

"Will, it's me, it's Carrie," She says a little louder, "What is — are you . . . are you okay?"

"No," Will wails and she can hear him breathing heavily, "I don't — something is following me and I — your house was unlocked so I'm in your room but — but I can't see you — where are you Carrie?!"

Carrie looks up, her blue eyes widening as she looks around her dark room, her room is only illuminated by the moon but she cannot see Will anywhere.

"Are you — are you positive your in my room? Are you in my closet?"

"No, I — I'm by your window . . . That thing — it's outside, I think I —"

"Get away from the window, Will, don't let it see you!"

"What is it — do you know?"

"No — I've never seen it but I've heard it before . . . My friend — Eleven, she's seen it, says it's bad."

"Where are you, Carrie?"

Carrie opens her mouth to speak and finds that it's become incredibly dry "I'm in bed, Will, I'm in my bed and I can't see you either — are you positive you're in my room?"

"Yes, it looks exactly like your room only — there's weird stuff everywhere and — and it's so cold!"

It's like Carrie herself has suddenly been dunked into ice water — it's like the bath. She breathes heavily "Oh no, no, Will are you —"

"Carrie are you alright, you don't sound so good?"

She inhales sharply and she lets out a short laugh "You — you're asking me if I'm alright?"

"Yeah?"

"Will . . . I think you're in — I think you're not in Hawkins anymore."

"But — but, it looks like Hawkins?"

"I think you're in another dimension, I don't — I can't tell you how that could be but . . . I think you're in the — she called it the Upside Down."

Will sniffles "How do I get out?"

"I don't know," Carrie whispers, she had never gotten trapped in the Upside Down, she was sure she had probably been to it but that was in a controlled environment and this was not a controlled environment, "I'm sorry Will, I —"

There was something strange on the wall across from her, Carrie wasn't sure if she was seeing things or not but whatever it was, it was darker than the rest wall.

"Will . . . do you see that — in front of my bed there?"

"Yeah," Will says meekly, "It looks like a — I don't know — maybe, uh, maybe it's a portal?"

"Portal," Carrie asks, "What's a portal?"

"It's like, well, it's like a doorway from one place to another, usually different dimensions."

"Think you can crawl through it?"

"No, it's too small, I can fit — it's slimy and cold! I can only get my arm through!"

Carrie peers harder through the darkness, she cannot see if Will's arm is poking through and she wasn't about to risk waking Margaret up. Perhaps, she could open it more with her mind, she has opened normal doors with her mind before, it wasn't a difficult task. She pulls her headphones down to the base of her neck, the volume of her Walkman is so loud she can feel the crackling static vibrating against her clammy skin. Carrie hold her hands out towards the dark mass on her wall and narrows her eyes, thinking about how she wanted the mass to get bigger.

She quickly finds out that it's much harder to do than opening a normal door, in fact it's much harder than anything she's ever had to do before. No matter how hard she pushes her mind to pull it open, it doesn't look like it's getting any bigger. A sharp pain starts to grow at the top of her skull, something warm leaks down her nose. Carrie inhales sharply, she hadn't had a nose bleed in over a year, her stomach churns as the metallic taste fills her mouth.

"Is it getting — is it getting bigger," Carrie gasps out, her vision swims before her, she thinks parts of her room have gotten darker.

"No — I don't think so!" Will replies and surprisingly she can still hear him loud and clear despite not having the headphones on, she feels the static vibrate harsher against her neck with every word Will speaks.

Oh, Carrie realises, she's already using her powers just speaking with Will. She swallows thickly although she quickly regrets it because of the taste of metal, her eyes widen and she thinks she won't be able to help him. Perhaps the other eleven could, she was always better.

"How about now," Carrie asks meekly, her vision although she couldn't make out much in the darkness was starting to swim, her head starting to throb. She had not used this much energy in over a year, even the scientist don't push her this hard in the check-ups but she had but she had to save Will.

"Carrie — I — no —" the static was screaming so violently she couldn't hear most of what Will had said.

She pushes harder and she hears something cracking, perhaps the drywall — good. She's doing it.

"Carrie —" Will exclaims shakily then a static scream cuts him off, "Oh, God! Carrie — it's in your house!"

"What," Carrie gasps out, her voice is hoarse and she'll be surprised if Will can even hear her. But, he had to be wrong about the monster being in her house, she hears nothing, not even that strange clicking noise.

"Carrie — can't get — no," Will is near hysterics, most of his sentence is cut off by the static acting up. Or maybe her telekinetic connection with Will was fading just as her ability to sit up was.

She can't save him, she can't — it hurts. It hurts. It hurts. Her head feels like it's being split open, she's never been this drained before but Will. Little Will Byers, the only person that knew, her best friend's brother, and Joyce's — oh, God this will kill them, she'll lose them if she can't save Will.

"Hide," Carrie rasps out, it feels like her brain had disconnected from her spine and was now floating around in her brain which seemed to be filled with acid.

"What about — what about you, Carrie?!"

"M'fine, just hide in . . ." She trails off, the words feeling like molasses in her dry throat, she inhales sharply when Will calls out her name with intense fright tinging his tone.

"Hide in the . . . the . . ." Carrie trails off again, her eyelids too heavy to keep open but Will. Will. Will. He needs to be saved, he has to at least hide — hid where?

"Closet," Carrie manages to choke out as she succumbs to the burning pain in her brain, the once small black spots have obscured her gaze completely and her hand slumps down, she follows the rest, landing just above her pillow in a position she will deeply regret when she wakes up. The last thing she hears is Will's panicked yelling, asking if she's okay. And then it's silent and dark.

Suddenly, Margaret is knocking aggressively on the door telling Carrie that it's time for school. The blonde bolts out of bed, her head still throbbing and she thinks that's had a terrible nightmare until she reaches up and feels that nose has been completely crusted over with dry blood.

"What the heck," Carrie mumbles, she can faintly hear ABBA blasting from her headphones, no longer were static screams coming from it. what kind of dream was that, there's no way it was completely true. Her stomach sinks at the thought of Will being in danger because of the lab. No, that had to be a nightmare, a nightmare so intense it triggered her powers into working while she slept. She thinks she remembers overhearing a scientist say that powers could work while the subject slept but she personally never experienced anything like that.

She looks to the wall and there's nothing marring it, Carrie breathes heavily, it had to have been a nightmare. But, of course, there was only one way for her to find out: she would have to go to the Byers' home.

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CARRIE

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

This chapter is SO far from what I originally planned and from the excerpt I posted on my AO3 awhile back. The plans I had for the first and second chapter have drastically changed since I posted the excerpt but I think it's for the better. I actually really like how this prologue turned out and I'm super excited for how the rest of the story will go! This story will have slow updates as I'm super focused on my Harry Potter fic 'Make Them Gold' at the moment, I have started the second chapter for Carrie but I cannot say when it will be post. But other than the lack of frequent updates, I hope you guys will enjoy reading this story! Please let me know what you thought of it as your thoughts/feedback means a lot to me!