𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐁𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥 ; ᵂᶦˡˡ ᴮʸᵉʳˢ

vii ; The Massacre At Hawkins Lab

The four young teens sit in the living room of the Wheeler household, sitting on the all too familiar brown couch. Dustin in the middle, Max on his left, Lucas on his right with Ethan on the end, sitting on the arm rest as he tries to hide his hand. To say it was mangled was probably an understatement, and the excuse to sit and cry in the bathroom to sob the pain out wasn't very sneaky either.

"What exactly were you all doing at the lake?"

"Uh... It's - "

"We were... we were just going for a walk." Max quickly nods, looking back up at the literal crowd of adults around.

Lord, was Ethan lucky that Nicole wasn't here to beat his ass.

"A walk, at 9:00pm?" Officer Callahan questions.

"To the lake!" Dustin squeakily defends. Callahan gives him a sarcastic look. "We were gonna... take a little swim."

Ethan looks at the adults with a blank and numb smile and stare, trying his best not to focus on the hand he had shoved in his hoodie pocket. Thank God Lucas always somehow had a hoodie everywhere. If not, he would've been busted and smacked the hell out of by Karen herself.

"Dusty, someone was just murdered there!" Claudia exclaims, speaking to her son.

Ethan warily looks down at the three beside him, wondering what story they were going with here. He still felt dazed and confused and nauseated as well, considering the possession and floating midair thing. It did a number on his eyesockets, creating a genuine pain.

"Yeah, we... we didn't realize that until we got there, " Dustin speaks.

Lucas, beside him, is unable to even look at his parents, fearing getting into trouble. Max looks over at him with a "You're a terrible liar" look.

"That's why we didn't swim." Lucas speaks up, trying to help his friend build the story.

Karen speaks up, worried about her daughter. "And Nancy, was she with you at this night swim?"

"No."

"Yes. Uh..."

"Holy shit,"

"Language, Ethan"

"Sorry, Mrs. Wheeler"

Lucas gulps, a monotone voice striking his words, "We're not sure."

"She was there." Dustin starts, "Then she left. It's all a little confusing. "

"That's when you guys came."

"Right. And we dared Ethan to scream and pretend like he was being chased by a murderer"

They all playfully and fakefully laugh, trying to sound a hundred percent truthful as they lie straight through their teeth.

"You're lucky you didn't get shot," Mr. Wheeler comments.

Dustin nods, trying to hide the absolute look behind his fake face.

"Have you had any contact with Eddie?" Powell asks

"That psycho... freak killer?" Dustin questions, his braces glimmering under the basement lights. "God, no. Nope, absolutely not. "

"No, we haven't heard from him,"

"Not once."

"We barely know the guy,"

"Who?"

"Oh, that's a bunch of bull." Erica interrupts, stepping forward as her parents yell for her language. "I mean, you realize they're lying. The whole couch is on fire!"