Eyes On Creel

crime scene

:☆: A/N; S4 E3 spoilers, adaption of the storyline, anxiety, insanity?
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September 20th, 1986

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Trying to hold on but it's ruling me.
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Few will stop to hear.
Cursed notion.
You fall.
With tears to the sound, of no one.

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We knock against the metal door, no response, so we open it. "Jesus!" A voice screeches from the corner, it was Eddie, of course.
"Delivery service!" Dustin says, lifting his hands full of grocery.
We all smile towards his direction, Steve waves.
"I think we spooked him." I chuckled softly.
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Eddie immediately started muching on some honeycomb cereal, aswell as chugging a glass 'yoohoo' chocolate milk.

"So we got uh, some good news, and some bad news, how do you prefer it?" Dustin asked.
"Bad news first, always." Eddie said.
"Alright, bad news, we tapped into the Hawkins P.D dispatch with our cerebro, and they're definitely  looking for you." Dustin said.
"--Also, they're pretty convinced you killed Chrissy." Dustin trailed off.
"Like, a hundred percent kinda convinced." Max said.
Eddie looked over to Max, a worried expression creeping up his face.
"--And, the good news?" Eddie asked.
"Your name hasn't gone public, yet." Henry says from his darkened corner of the shed.
"But if we found out about you, it's only a matter of time before others do, too, and once that gets out, everyone and their shallow minded mother, is going to be gunning, for you." I said.
"Hunt the freak, right?" Eddie said, with a small sigh.
His expression remaining the same, with a mixture of complete terrify.
"Exactly." Henry agreed.
"So, before that happens, we need to find Vecna, kill him, and prove your innocence. Dustin says.
Eddie looks over to Dustin, frustratingly, "That's all, Dustin, that's all?" He asked sarcastically.
Dustin's pitch heightened, "Yeah, that's pretty much it," he said.
Robin breathed in, "Eddie, I know that everything that Dustin is saying, sounds totally delusional," she gestured. "But we've actually been through this kind of thing before." Robin said.
Eddie glanced at Steve, "I mean--they have, a few times, and I've have once, mine was more human flesh based, and theirs was more smoke related, but bottom line is, collectively, I really feel like we've got this." Robin explained.

"Yeah usually we all have this girl, who has superpowers, but uh those went 'bye-bye'--so uh." Steve trailed off.
"You could just say Eleven, shit head." Henry spoke from his corner, once again.
"We're kind of more of in the uh-" Robin tried to explain.
"-Brainstorming faze." Max continued Robin's sentence.
"Brainstorming." Steve pointed, ending it with a snap of his fingers.
"There's nothing to worry about." Dustin said, as his voice pitch went higher once more.
"Right?" He asked, looking at Steve.
"Yeah." Steve said in a high-ish pitch also.
The two softly chuckling to make it convincing.
Eddie looked at the two in sarcasm, as if he was asking "Really?" But not uttering a single word.
Sirens started blaring, similar to the other night at the shed.
Eddie quickly faced backwards, "Shi-" Steve gasped quietly.
"Tarp." Robin said, gesturing her hand.
"Tarp, tarp!" She repeatedly said.
"Shit, shit." Eddie gasped out, getting under the blue coloured tarp, covering the boat.
Max, Steve, and Dustin ran towards the window to see where the cops were headed.

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We head over to the road where the cops had headed, parking behind a bulky, beige vehicle.
We spotted Nancy, she was speaking to a few of the police officers and the town sheriff.
We all get out of the car in unison, Nancy spotted us, aswell.
She looked at us in genuine fright.
We waved, she lowly waved in return.

"Hey, guys?" I mutter.
"Yeah?" They say.
"Do you guys hear a clock?" I asked.
"No..?" Steve, Max, Robin and Dustin said.
"Oh, uh-- I, okay." I sighed, slowly sitting back in my seat.
Henry was still laying against his seat, gazing at me, as if he knew something.
I forced a smile towards his direction.

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Am I going utterly insane?

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