Stranger things react to you?!

The room was empty at first—just a dim, cold space with a single glowing screen. Then the air flickered. A sharp static sound cracked through the silence. ZAP— One by one, people dropped in like they’d been pulled through space itself. Dustin: “OW—okay—why does it always feel like—” Steve: “Nope. No. I hate teleporting. I hate it.” Robin: “If this is another Russian thing I’m going to—” Max: “Where are we?” Lucas: “This is not Hawkins.” Will: looking around, tense “Something’s wrong.” A final flash of light. Mike stumbled forward, catching himself. Then Eleven appeared beside him, steady but alert. Silence. Everyone froze. A hum filled the room as the giant screen in front of them flickered on. White text appeared: “WELCOME.” Dustin: “Okay. That’s not creepy at all.” Steve: “I’m leaving. I’m actually leaving.” The text changed. “YOU WILL BE WATCHING EDITS OF: USER.” All heads turned at once. Mike: “User?” Lucas: “Why are we watching them?” Max: “This better not be weird.” The screen suddenly lit up—paused on the first frame of an edit. Bright colors. Fast movement. Music already building. But no one pressed play yet. They all just stared at each other, still adjusting to the fact they had literally just been pulled into the room from nowhere. Robin: “So let me get this straight... we get kidnapped by a floating movie theater... to watch edits?” Dustin: “Honestly? Could be worse.” Steve: “It can always be worse. That’s the rule.” Eleven stepped slightly forward, eyes locked on the screen. Eleven: “User... is here?” The screen flickered again. A soft voice echoed: “They will appear in the edits.” A beat of silence. Then— Max: “Oh, I don’t like that sentence.” Lucas: “Yeah, that sounds like a warning.” Mike crossed his arms, trying to act calm but clearly curious. Mike: “Let’s just see what this is.” The music in the room subtly began to rise. The first edit was about to start.