𝟶𝟶𝟽. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙱𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚝𝚞𝚋

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𝟶𝟶𝟽. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙱𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚝𝚞𝚋

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Mike and Y/N stood alone in the basement's bathroom, the boy rubbing a damp washcloth over her face cleaning the dirt, blood, and cuts on her face. "That's better" He sighed out. Looking in the mirror Y/N ran her hand over a cut on her cheek. "Oh here" Opening a bandaid and carefully placing it over the cut. 

"You know you don't need it" Referring to a perfect complection. "Still pretty?", "Yeah pretty. Really pretty"A small smile came onto her face at the compliment. "Y/N?", "Yes?" Facing the boy. "Um, I'm happy you're home" He stammers out. "Me, too"

They begin to lean closer, their faces a few inches apart. About to kiss dustin burst through the door making them quickly pull away. "Guys! It's lucas I think he's in trouble" Rushing out the bathroom to the main area where the supercomm was emitting static. 

"Do you remember how he said he was looking for the gate?"

"Yeah?"

"what if he found it" Picking up the walkie talkie. Lucas's indistinct voice yelling from the other end of the communication device. "what's he saying?" Mike asked taking it from dustin. "I don't know he's way out of range"

"Answer you son of a bitch"

"Lucas, If you can hear us slow down we can't understand you" He spoke into the supercomm.

 "Yes I copy do you?! they know about Twelve and eleven! Get out of there they know about twelve! The bad men are coming! All of them! Do you hear me the bad men are coming!" His voice still indistinct on their end. 

"Mad hen does that mean anything to you like a code name or something"

"The bad men are coming"

His voice more clear as he got closer in range. "bad men. Bad men! stay here" Running up the stairs Dustin following behind. Peeking out the living room window seeing a lot of electrician vans situated in different spots around his house.

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