The Monsters' Favorite

Just an Interdimensional Good Boy Part One

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   The Hawkins Lab was a fucking maze that you've never managed to master. No matter where you turn, it seems like you're always going in a big circle. Everything looks the damn same! You can hardly ever find a generator in there! Hell, sometimes you can go the whole trial and somehow never see another survivor, even when it's time to open the gates. All in all, you'd give this place a 2/10. It's shit and you've died here more than you've ever escaped.

   You supposed this time wouldn't be much different. The Demogorgon seemed to hate you, for some reason or another since they've been tunneling you to death every damn trial you have against them. You don't even know what you did to piss them off that much, but it probably doesn't even matter. There may not even be a reason at all. Maybe you should ask the next time you're hooked by them?

   As much as you joke, it probably will happen. Being hooked, of course. You doubt you'd receive an answer even if they could communicate properly. Even so, you're lost. Again . You keep going around and around and fucking around in circles, no matter which way you turn, it seems! Can't find a gen. Can't find any survivors. And, oddly enough, can't find the Demogorgon, either. Not that you're complaining too much, you just wish you knew where someone, anyone was so you could be helpful instead of wandering around aimlessly.

   Tip toeing around a corner, you pass an already complete gen. Two down, three to go, I guess... You thought glumly. You haven't done a damn thing, and it's not from a lack of trying. If only you could fucking find someone-

   "WAAAH!!!"

   Dwight shrieks as the two of you practically bump face first into one another after rounding a corner. After regaining your composure, you slap a hand over his mouth.

   "Shh! Goddamn it, Dwight! You scared the fucking shit out of me! " You hissed quietly. You weren't actually angry with him, but he's soo freaking loud!

   "S-Sorry..." He mumbled behind your hand. He looked like he was on the verge of tears. You removed your hand and placed it on his shoulder.

   "It's ok, dude. Just... chill out, yeah?" You whispered as you patted his back. He took a deep breath and readjusted his glasses. It's a fucking miracle that he hasn't lost the damn things, yet.

   "R-Right... C-Chill out..." Dwight loosened his tie nervously. Yeah, how the hell could you chill out in this scenario, but he was trying.

   The two of you started to creep along the gunked up corridors of the Lab. You nudged Dwight to lead, quietly explaining how you can never find your way in here. He says he hasn't had much luck, either, but he'd do his best. Even though Dwight is damn near collapsing in fear, he's still leading on. You can't help but to admire how courageous he was, despite being so afraid. You kept a hand on his back, letting him know that you were there so he wouldn't get spooked again. Suddenly, Dwight stopped walking. You tried to peek around him, but he pushed you backwards.

   "Demogorgon!" He mouthed silently as he pointed forward with a trembling hand. Oh, shit...

   You grab a fistful of Dwight's shirt and yank him into an adjacent room. As the two of you stumble blindly into it, you step on something... soft..? Oh shit... Looking down, you see that you've stepped onto one of the Demogorgon's portals. Oh shit!

   An ear splitting roar was heard close by. Way too close. "Shit, it knows! Dwight, go! Just run, I'll be right behind you!" Giving him a firm shove, you push him as he tries to argue. "Just fucking go, man! GO! " Shit, he's gonna hate me for this...

   Dwight trips over himself as he bolts down the corridor. You watch him run, tripping every now and then. As he reaches the end of the hallway, he glances over his shoulder. You see him go from worried, to confused, to horrified all in the span of three seconds. You try to give him a little smile, but end up nearly crying. The Demogorgon would want you instead of him. You don't want anyone else to get hurt on your behalf, anymore. Even if you have to do horrible, fucked up things, you really do want to protect them.