one, the vanishing of will byers.

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NOVEMBER 6th, 1983
HAWKINS, INDIANA



"something is coming," mike said in an ominous voice. "something hungry for blood. a shadow grows on the wall behind you, swallowing you in darkness. it is almost here."

"what is it?" will questioned.

"what if it's the demogorgon?" y/n suggests, her e/c eyes looking around at her friends in a panic.

will slouched back on his chair as dustin panicked, "oh, jesus, we're so screwed if it's the demogorgon."

"it's not the demogorgon," lucas assured.

mike slams a figure onto the table, "an army of troglodytes charge into the chamber!"

"troglodytes?"

"told ya."

"wait a minute," mike said softly, looking around. "did you hear that? that... that sound? boom... boom..."

he slams his hands against the table making the others gasp and jump, "boom!"

"that didn't come from the troglodytes. no, that... that came from something else."

dustin and lucas looked at each other.

mike places another figure on the table, "the demogorgon!"

y/n and the boys groan.

"we're in deep shit," dustin exclaimed.

"will, your action!"

"i don't know!" will shook his head.

"fireball him!" lucas instructed.

"no, he'd have to roll a 13 or higher!" y/n said. "cast a protection spell."

"don't be a pussy," he shouted. "fireball him!"

"cast protection," dustin and y/n urged.

mike slams his hands against the table once again, "the demogorgon is tired of your silly human bickering! it stomps towards you. boom!"

"fireball him!"

"another stomp, boom!"

"cast protection."

"he roars in anger!"

the five were clamoring before will gave up and rolled the die, "fireball!"

it clatters as it lands somewhere in the basement. they stood up from their chairs to look for the die.

"where'd it go?" asked y/n.

"where is it?" lucas queried.

"i don't know!" will exclaimed.

"is it a 13?" dustin questioned.

"i don't know!" he responds.

"where is it?"

the boys and y/n continued to look for the die as dustin panicked, continuously muttering oh my god's.

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