YELLOW, mike wheeler. (DISCONTINUED)

three, holly, jolly.

eleven was on the couch playing with mike's walkie talkie again as the party discussed what they were going to do.

"we'll just tell our parents we have AV club after school," mike said. "that'll give us at least a few hours for operation mirkwood."

"you seriously think that the weirdo knows where will is?" lucas asked.

"just trust me on this, okay?" mike assured. "did you get the supplies?"

"yeah," lucas starts taking out stuff from his bookbag. "binoculars... from 'nam. army knife... also from 'nam. hammer, camouflage bandana... and the wrist rocket."

"you're gonna take out the demogorgon with a slingshot?" dustin questioned.

"first of all, it's a wrist rocket," lucas started. "and second of all, the demogorgon's not real. it's made up."

"but if there is something out there, i'm gonna shoot it in the eye... and blind it."

mike sighs, "dustin, what did you get?"

dustin empties out his bookbag and a bunch of snacks landed on the table, "well, alrighty. so we've got... nutty bars, bazooka, pez, smarties..."

as he listed out the foods, mike and y/n look at each other, both equally annoyed at their friend.

"pringles, nilla wafers, apple, banana, and trail mix."

"seriously?" lucas deadpanned.

"are we just gonna throw food at whatever we're facing?" y/n narrowed her eyes at him.

"no. we need energy for our travels. for stamina," dustin said. "and besides, why do we even need weapons anyway? we have her." he gestures to eleven.

"she shut one door!" lucas remarked.

"with her mind! are you kidding me? that's insane! imagine all the other stuff she could do. like..." dustin grabs a toy. "i bet... that she could make this fly!"

"hey. hey," he called for her attention. "okay, concentrate. okay?" he drops the toy and it clatters. "okay, one more time." he grabs the toy. "okay. use your powers, okay?" it clatters as it falls on the floor again.

"idiot," lucas mumbled.

mike grabs the toy from the floor, "she's not a dog!"

"kids! time for school!"

dustin and lucas hurriedly get their stuff and walked up the stairs.

"just stay down here," y/n said to eleven. "don't make any noise, and don't leave. if you get hungry, eat dustin's snacks, okay?"

"michael! y/n!"

"coming!" mike shouts before turning to eleven. "you know those power lines?"

"power lines?" eleven questioned.

"yeah," y/n nodded. "the ones behind this house?"

"yes," she answered.

"meet us there, after school," y/n told her.

"after school?" eleven questioned.

"yeah, 3:15," mike then takes off his watch and wraps it around her wrist. "when the numbers read three-one-five, meet us there."