𝔁𝔁. THE THROMBEY'S

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Dustin Henderson was probably the person you would least like to see when you fall from the ceiling and hurt your back in the process

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Dustin Henderson was probably the person you would least like to see when you fall from the ceiling and hurt your back in the process.

Tatum groaned and got up with the help of Dustin, when she looked at what she had landed on, she saw a shoe where her head had landed on the mattress.

Eddie had a guilty look on his face, and quickly moved to pick up the shoe he had just taken off.

Tatum sighed and moved to the side for one of the other two to make their way through the ceiling.

"Nancy?" They heard Steve ask, they moved to look up at the hole in the ceiling, and noticed Steve shaking Nancy.

"Hey! Hey! Stay with me. Nancy! Hey! Nancy wake up."

"Wake up Nancy!"

Max felt a chill go down her spine, "Vecna." She whispered.

Robin explained to Eddie that they needed music to help Nancy get out of the trance, and everyone but Erica made their way to Eddie's room where he kept his cassettes.

They hastily looked through all of his cassettes, trying their best to find a song that Nancy would most likely listen to.

"Steve says you need to hurry!" Erica shouted running into Eddie's room.

"Yeah? No shit!" Tatum shouted annoyed, she knew Steve was just trying to help, but it wasn't very helpful.

"We're trying. We can't find anything!" Max shouted at Erica, going back to looking through the stack of cassettes next to her.

"What is all this shit?" Robin shouted nervously, Eddie scoffed.

"What are you even looking for?" He retorted.

"Madonna, Blondie, Bowie, Beatles? Music! We need music!" She shouted looking up at him, he ripped the cassette out of her hands and started shouting in her face.

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