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chapter xvi. a stupid sports game tw: mention of self harm
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THE GROUP MADE A CIRCLE AROUND THE TABLE AGAIN, Steve and Max stood either side of Bella as she leans against the counter opposite from Eleven, her arms crossed over her chest ready for the plan. "It's not like it was before. It's grown, a lot. I mean, that's considering we can get in there, the place is crawling with those dogs."
"Demodogs." Dustin corrects, Bella raises her eyebrows at the desperation from Dustin to start calling the dogs, Demodogs.
Hopper pauses, furrowing his brows, "I'm sorry, what?"
"I said, uh, Demodogs. Like Demogorgan and dogs." Dustin explains, being obvious to the fact that Hopper didn't care what he said but was more on the fact that a 12 year old had attempted to correct him in a time of desperation and saving the world. "You put 'em together, it sounds pretty badass--"
"Even if El can, there's still another problem..." Mike looks around, "If the brain dies, the body dies."
"I thought that was the whole point?" Max questions, confused on why the main part of the plan was changing.
"It is, but if we are really right about this...I mean if El closes the gate and kills the Mind Flayers army--"
"Will's apart of that army." Bella finishes, biting down on the nail of her thumb and turning her head towards the red head beside her. "If we close the gate, yeah we cut off the brain and kill its army but we kill Will as well."
"Yep." Mike nods. "If we close the gate, we kill Will."
"Didn't I just say that?" Bella asks, raising an eyebrow and turning her head towards him.
"I was just elaborating." Mike explains, Bella's anger is rising again and she doesn't feel afraid of the skinny, defenceless 13 year old boy stood in the same room as her when she has the cold metal of a gun against her skin.
"I don't need someone to elaborate for me, Mike. Just keep your trap shut." The Sinclair girl snaps, leaving no room for questioning, even just her glare would make keep his trap shut but this time he makes the room for questioning by arguing back.
