Stranger Things | Bruno B. & Leone A. x M!Reader

XXVIII

[Runaway]
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His bottom lip trembled as he watched Mista and a pink haired girl interact in the school gym, his blue eyes focused on how Mista smiled at her. He's been trying to get in contact with him for so long but it appeared that he already had a new friend to replace him, clearly making him happier than he did.

It only took Jotaro getting back late on Halloween to make Giorno angry enough to leave the cabin, a rule that the police chief had made clear, and now here was at Hawkins Middle School. The last time he was here, he got taken to the Upside Down with the Demogorgon that tried to attack Mista and Fugo last year. He had come to check on the two to see if they were doing alright, having not seen them since he disappeared because of Jotaro's strict regulations, and they were obviously doing fine with their new friend.

Giorno felt a swelling in his chest before he glared at the pink haired girl on the skateboard, his eyes focused on the object she was riding. She wobbled, the board feeling like it was being forcefully ripped out from under her, until she was sent flying onto her back and her skateboard was pushed away from her. Giorno released a puff of air, his gaze looking to Mista only to find him staring back at him with wide eyes, not believing what he was seeing.

The blond quickly raised a hand up and swiped away the blood that ran down his upper lip as he turned away from the two, heading towards a direction that would lead him away from the school. Giorno sniffled as he walked down the alleyway between the school and another building, his nose becoming stuffy but no tears leaving his eyes. He didn't need to cry, it was useless, no one would hear him anyway.

He heard the gym doors opening and a call of his name come from them but he was already too far for Mista to see him, his glare directed at the area ahead of him and fists clenched.

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"Shit, what the hell!" Mista cursed as he tried to pull the hockey stick out of its place in the shed, grunting when it wouldn't give until he was thrown on his back, stick in hand but the wind knocked out of him. He stared at the roof of the shed with a pained expression on his face, all this trouble would be worth it once he gets that stupid Demogorgon looking thing out of his room. He groaned as he rolled onto his stomach and pushed himself to stand up, resting the hockey stick against the wall outside then going back in to grab the rest of his hockey gear.

Operation: Get D'Artagnan Out was in the works, the first thing he needed to get done was equipping himself with the right protection, that being his hockey gear, just in case Dart decided to go for him instead of the meat that he'd have meticulously laid out for him. Then he'd carefully lead the slimeball out towards the storm cellar where he'd smack him with the hockey stick as if he were the puck and trap him in there until he could find a way to get rid of him. The only thing is, Mista still cared for that little asshole, even he did eat his cat and almost make him shit his pants.

He didn't know if he could actually kill him on his own, knowing him he might just let him go by accident and he'd go off eating the rest of the neighborhoods animals. Or choose something bigger, like kids or even adults, but that's why he needed to go through with it. If this thing was actually something from the Upside Down, Dart could risk bringing back the atrocity that happened last year and they were only just getting past that part of their lives, especially Narancia and his mother.

"Alright, Dart," Mista breathed out as he slipped on a pair of bright yellow rubber gloves and picked up the bucket of raw meat chunks that was placed outside his front door, a trail of meat leading to the door from the storm cellar, and glared inside then flinched when the door to his room banged again. Dart was getting restless in there and probably wanted another snack, Mews being too little to satisfy its ever growing hunger that came with his molting. "Let's get you outta there."