Life has never been ordinary for me. Ever since I was young I envied the normal teenage life; go to school, worry about boy drama, yell at mom for being unfair, etc. but instead, I had the gore, the killings, the fighting. It never stops. It was a routine so much more different than everyone else's.
But my wish came true when my next undercover mission was to save the students knowing the Demogorgons were going to attack the school next.
For the first time in my life, I made friends. I don't know why I was drawn to them more than anyone else because they seemed to always put themselves in danger more than the rest. Especially, when it came to tackling Demogorgons, they always made the worst decisions, and some were more clumsy than others *cough* Dustin *cough*.
The school became under attack and I had no choice but to save everyone again.
Mike followed me into the girls' locker room as I opened mine and pulled out a shotgun as if it was the most normal thing ever.
"You keep a shotgun in your gym locker?!" Mike says appalled.
"Yeah? Where do you keep yours?" I asked.
"I don't have one!" He replies.
And jokingly I replied, "a gym locker? But everyone has one. You should speak to the faculty about that," I chuckle.
"It's not funny Y/N!"
"Okay, I'm sorry. Here," I say, handing him a small knife to protect himself with as we rush out the locker room.
"But Y/N, I don't want a knife..." he whines as he follows me with the small knife in his hands.
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Finn Wolfhard Imagines
FanfictionJust some cute, tiny imagines on the it//st star. No sexual scenes cause c'mon he's like 10. Requests are open. Enjoy :)