𝑵𝒐𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖. || M. Mayfield ||

Chapter 17: Dear Billy

Suddenly, we hear the door opening and footsteps descending the stairs, we look up as we see Nancy and Robin getting down.

"Okay, so, we have a plan," they both smile, as Robin hands some files to Steve.

"Thanks to Nancy's minions, we are now rock-start psychology students at the university of Notre Dame." Robin explains, as they both sit down.

"I'm now Ruth," Nancy says.

"And I'm Rose,"

"So we called Pennhurst Asylum, told them we'd like to speak with Creel for a thesis we're co-writing on paranoid schizophrenics-"

"To which they said no," Robin interrupts Nancy, as Steve hands me the file, as I open it to see.

"But we landed a three o'clock with the director," Nancy says.

"Now all we have to do is charm him and convince him to let us talk to Victor,"

"Then maybe we can rid Max of this curse," Nancy says, glancing at Max, as I raise my head.

"Yeah, about that, we've been doing our Victor Creel homework, and, uh, we got some questions." Steve says, as Lucas agrees, "Lots of questions,"

"So do we, hopefully, Victor has the answers."

"Wait, wait, wait a second, uh, where's mine?" Steve asks, confusedly, holding a file, while Nancy innocently smiles at him, before she walks up the stairs with Robin, as Steve follows them.

A while after, he comes down, "They left, again, leaving me alone with you all, again." he says while sighing, sitting between me and Dustin in the couch.

We stay silent, looking in front of us, where Max is sitting, "I know you guys are staring at me," she says, lightly turning her head.

"What do you mean?" I say, looking around the room, "What sorry?"

"You said you needed something?"

"Just hanging out,"

They all say, as Lucas grabs a newspaper, Steve starts playing with a little ball, while Dustin looks down.

"How you think your eyes boring into the back of my head is protecting me from Vecna, I don't know." she says, standing up, walking in front of us and stopping there, while we avoid her gaze.

"You can look at me now," she says, as we look back at her, "Yeah, thanks, sorry," I say, as they put down the ball and the newspaper, "Thank you, sorry."

"Sorry,"

"Sorry." They all apologize, as she sighs.

"For you," Max says, handing a letter to Dustin, as he hesitantly takes it.

"For you," she hands one to Steve, as he lightly smiles.

"One for you," she says, glances at me, as I slowly grab it, looking at it, seeing my name written.

"And you," she hands another one to Lucas, "Oh, and, um, give these to Mike, El, and Will," she hands me other three letters, as I keep looking at her, without saying a word.

"If you can ever get a hold of them again," she says in a low tone, as Dustin starts opening the letter.

"What are you doing? No, don't. That's not for now, don't open it now," she quickly stops Dustin, as he closes it back, "Don't, okay, okay,"

"I'm sorry what is this?"

"It's, um, it's a fail-safe. For after, if things don't work out," she answers Dustin, as Steve glances at me, "Wait, why are you saying this," I say, leaning forward, putting my arms on my knees.