I Love You, I'm Sorry // Steve Harrington x Reader

"It molted? Fuck no! Snake dog, Steve, snake dog!"

Song - Hammer To Fall - Queen

During the car ride, Dustin fills the two of us in on what exactly is happening and what he needs us to do.

"A fucking dog? You have got to be kidding me. Two legs were bad enough and now there is one with a solid 4. What's next a long tail to whip us around?"

"Wait a second, how big did you say this.. demodog was?"

"First it was like this." He pinches his fingers close together. "Now it's like this." His arms get significantly farther apart.

"I swear to god man it's just some lizard or something man." Steve tries to dismiss it.

"Are you just forgetting all that happened last year, Harrington? Because I'm not. Do you know what 4 legs mean? 4 times the scratch marks. Which means 4 times the amount of cuts, scars, stitches, I could get."

"She's right! It's not a lizard!"

"How do you know?"

"How do I know if it's not a lizard?"

"Yeah, how do you know if it's not a lizard?"

"Because his face opened up and he ate my cat."
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"What. The. Fuck!" I scream.

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Steve pulls into the driveway and turns off the radio before we all get out of the car.

He walks to the back of the car pulling open the trunk and throwing the keys at Dustin. He pulls out the two shiny bats and hands one to me.

"I have to fight one of these things. For the second fucking time?" I sigh.

We walk over to a cellar where Dustin claims the dog thing is locked up and Steve shines his flashlight down on it.

"I don't hear shit." Steve looks at Dustin.

"He's in there." Dustin assures.

"Well are you like two hundred percent sure because some dogs can dig their way through anything man and this thing... if it has claws like the other one..."

Steve hits the cellar doors with his bats to hopefully rile up the dog and get some sort of noise but it is completely quiet. He hits it harder but still there is no sound.

"All right, listen kid, I swear, if this is some sort of Halloween prank. You're dead."

"It's not."

"All right?" Steve repeats, I think he is hoping that if he says it enough times Dustin will get fed up and admit to it.

"It's not a prank." Dustin hisses and Steve gives up. He looks away from a bright light pointed right into his eyes. "Get it out of my face." he complains and I push Steve's arm down slightly so the flashlight is pointed lower.

"You got a key for this thing." Steve asks and we watch as Dustin reaches into his pocket and searches for what feels like forever before fishing out a single key and handing it to me.

I unlock the lock and pull away the chains from the door before backing away a little bit to signal Steve to step in. Steve pulls the doors open and grabs the flashlight from Dustin's hand before shining it onto the bottom of the stairs.