Hazmat Suit Stranger Things Novels & Stories

The top floor of the bunker was twenty degrees colder than the main level. Jackson and Chris walked to the end of the hallway where the last storage room was and opened the door. Inside were two rows of suits with each row having six suits. The suits were black and closely resembled a light-weight space suit, complete with an airtight helmet with a lamp attached to the top. Inside the helmet was a radio communication system and a drinking hose. The back of the suit had two air tank attachments with two holders on the legs for small backup tanks. On the chest, there was a metal box that went across the front of the suit that could open up. This box could be used as a storage unit to protect i

“I think I need to do this alone.” “Alright.” She exhaled. “But call me tonight. Or I’ll assume the AI-controlled pantry swallowed you whole.” I smiled. “Deal.” We said goodbye, and I finally approached the suitcase. The zipper stuck a little at the corner, like even it didn’t want to face what was inside. Half the clothes were smoke-drenched or permanently stained. I pulled out a hoodie, one of the only things that smelled like home instead of soot. And then I saw it.

“Stand up.” The figure hesitated — then obeyed. They were shaky. Thin. When they straightened fully, the cloak fell open enough to show torn clothes underneath. Not armor. Robes? Wraps? Hard to tell. Whatever it had been, it hadn’t been made for this world. The seams were weird, cut on angles that didn’t match human tailoring. Heather muttered, “I hate this. I hate all of this. I hate everything.” Baylee didn’t take her eyes off the stranger. “How did you get through?”

She was wearing a camouflage poncho that was three sizes too big, and she had wrapped her pink laptop in layers of lead foil and bubble wrap. "If my baby dies," Haley muttered, clutching the laptop to her chest, "I am suing the jungle." Then, Ben waddled in. Silence fell over the hangar. Ben Carter was wearing... a suit. A mechanical, bulky, plastic-looking suit that resembled a cross between a deep-sea diving rig and a knock-off Iron Man costume painted camouflage green. It had solar panels on the shoulders, a water filtration tube near the mouth, and countless pouches.

"He thinks he's hunting a rival, a ghost on a bike. He doesn't know his sister-in-law is about to tear a hole in his billion-dollar security grid." Twenty minutes later, I was in the back of the darkened warehouse. The midnight blue gown lay discarded on the oil-stained concrete like the shed skin of a snake. I pulled on the black carbon-fiber suit, the familiar weight of the reinforced padding settling over my shoulders like armor. I snapped the helmet into place, the Heads-Up Display (HUD) flickering to life, displaying a map of Julian’s digital sensors in angry red pulses.

The door swung open. The Auditor did not return. Instead, a team entered. There were four of them. They wore full-body HAZMAT suits, bright orange and bulky, with thick glass visors obscuring their faces. They looked like astronauts exploring a hostile planet. The hostile planet was me. Behind them walked a woman. She wasn't wearing a suit, just a pristine white lab coat over a grey business skirt. She was tall, with severe features and hair pulled back into a tight bun. She held a tablet in one hand and looked at me with an expression that was terrifyingly clinical.

“Just leave. I'm on schedule right now, and I've got work to get to.” “Sorry, Lea.” Ellie mumbled. “Don't, Ellie. Go.” I said, pointing towards the corridor. The two of them held hands as they walked down the corridor. I placed my hands underneath my nose and went in to suit up. My suit is black and consists of a steel getup that ends in a puffed skirt and tights. It is long-sleeved, flexible, and easy to move around in. My helmet is cat-like, and it fits my small face. But there's one way to describe my getup: I hate it. Savannah told me that Elias purposely gave me this getup because I hate skirts and cats are the bane of my existence. I complained about it, but as usual, Elias said,

The last man who I had never seen before threw a disgusted look at me when he saw me coming out of my room without wearing any clothes. "Oh my God," the stranger muttered with a fake amazed voice. He was wearing a black hoodie with the logo of the prestigious MIT. He shook his head and turned to Alice standing next to him. "No wonder you like him, all this time Lancaster apparently had a 'big' surprise hidden behind his pants."

The boys quickly formed a defense stance behind each other giving me the chance to look at the source of such a strong voice. The tattooed stranger! “And who are you to tell us that?” The leading guy asked, his voice hard unlike that of a teenager he is. “Someone who can break your bones and dumb them in a police cell if you don’t leave this minute” he threatened It’s highly unhealthy how his strong command makes my painties wet in the face of danger. I must be going crazy.. The boys ran away in a matter of seconds leaving just the two of us in the area. “Uhhhm…. Thanks” I managed to say

She and Esther then hurried back to the ballroom to help with the evacuation. 'Great. Added pressure. If this fails, I'm going to be the laughing stock of Townsville and Metro City.' thought Oliver as he waited for his suit to arrive. Sure enough, ten minutes later, Oliver saw what looked like an alien pod fly towards him. As the pod flew closer, it split open and wrapped itself around Oliver, suiting him up. This time, however, unlike all the others, when Oliver suited up, his suit emitted a green glow. It seemed like his jade ring had somehow integrated itself with Oliver's suit.