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chapter eight"you're positive that was dart?" lucas asked.
"yes." dustin said, "he had the same yellow pattern on his butt."
"he was tiny two days ago!" said max.
"well, he's molted three times already."
"malted?" steve asked.
"molted!" dustin said, "she'd his skin to make room for growth like hornworms."
"whens he gonna molt again?" sage asked.
"it's gonna be soon." dustin explained, "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 blurted, and everyone turned to dustin.
"wait, a cat?!" lucas asked, "dart ate a cat?"
"no, what? no." dustin said nervously.
"what are you talking about?" steve asked cluelessly, "he ate mews."
"mews? who's mews?" max asked.
"it's dustins cat."
"steve!"
"i knew it!" lucas hit dustin, "you kept him!"
"no!" he lied, "no... i— he missed me. he wanted to come home."
"bullshit!"
"i didn't know he was a demogorgon, okay?" he exclaimed.
"oh, so you admit it?" lucas asked.
"guys, who cares? we have to go." sage said.
"i care!" lucas yelled, "you put the party in jeopardy! you broke the rule of law!"
"so did you!" he shouted.
"what?" he asked.
"you told two strangers," he flashed his flashlight in the two girls eyes, "the truth!"
max scoffed. "strangers?!"
"you wanted to tell them too!" he repeated what he said earlier.
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ARCANE ; mike wheeler
Fanfictionar·cane /ärˈkān/ adjective: arcane understood by few; mysterious or secret. the perfect way to describe sage mayfield. stranger things 2-4 mike wheeler enemies to lovers slow-burn. lowercase intended.