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CHAPTER SEVEN . . . the mind flayer ( season 2 , episode 8 )
❝ what , wrong number ? ❞ ❝ nope , my dad picked up ❞
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the turner's doorbell went of rapidly causing monica to groan and lift herself off the couch. sam turned to her for a split second before turning back to the the movie that the tv played.
the doorbell continued going off, "i'm coming!" monica yelled, now jogging over to the door. she opened the door revealing amanda winchester.
"oh, hey, mandy!" monica exclaimed. her smile dropped seeing her face full of seriousness. "what's up?" she asked.
"i haven't seen my daughter since yesterday morning." she stated, "she told me she'd be spending the night, and it's night, again, and she's still not back." monica looked at her in confusion.
"diana?" she yelled, when there was no response she ran up to her room. her bed was messed up and there was an open container of lip gloss on her desk. she groaned, "little shit."
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"you're positive that was dart?" lucas questioned.
"yes. he had the same exact yellow pattern on his butt?" dustin responded.
"why are you looking at his butt?" diana asked, kicking the dirt as she walked.
"he was tiny two days ago." max pointed out.
"well, he's molted three times already." dustin stated.
"malted?"
"molted." dustin corrected, "shed his skin to make room for growth like hornworms." he explained.
"when's he gonna molt again?" maddy asked.
"it's gotta be soon." dustin said, "when he does, he'll be fully grown, or close to it. and so will his friends."
"yeah, and he's gonna eat a lot more than just cats." steve stated.
"wait, a cat?" lucas questioned, stopping dustin, "dart are a cat?"
