Transported// a stranger things fanfic

The Demogorgon got me.

November 6th, 1983. Hawkins, Indiana.

"Something is coming. Something hungry for blood. A shadow grows on the wall behind you, swallowing you into darkness. It is almost here." Oakley looks at Mike, eager for him to continue. "What is it?" Wills asks, just as inpatient as Oakley. "What if it's the demogorgon?" Dustin voices, making everyone sigh and Will flops back into his chair. "We're so screwed if it's the demogorgon."

Oakley looks at Dustin answering his question, "It's not the demogorgon. It can't be." Will and Lucas nods quietly besides her. Mike continues, "An army of troglodytes charge into the chamber!" Oakley smiles at herself, proud she was correct. "Guess you were right Oak." Will whispers into her ear, they all chuckle.

"Wait a minute." They all stop laughing and it goes serious. Mike continues, "Did you hear that? That.. That sound? Boom, boom, BOOM!"  Mike slams the table at the last boom, everyone but Oakley gasping. "That didn't come from the troglodytes. No.. that... That came from something else." Oakley and Will exchange glances.

"The Demogorgon!" Mike slams the piece on the table, Everyone groaning. "Crap!" Oakley says, putting her head in her hands, her dark brown long hair falling down her face. "We're in deep shit," Dustin confirms. "Will, your action!" Mike suddenly shouts, making Oakley snap up. "I don't know," Will states confused. "Fireball him!" Lucas yells. "I'd have to roll a 13 or higher!"

"Too risky. Cast a protection spell," Dustin tells Will. "Don't be a pussy. Fireball him!" Lucas said to both Will and Dustin. "Cast protection," Dustin argues back. "Oak, what should I do?" Will whispers to Oakley as Dustin and Lucas keep arguing. "It's up to you Bub." Will nods and grabs the dice, forcing Lucas and Dustin to shut up. "Fireball!" He throws the dice, making it bounce off the table unto the floor.

"Shit."

"Where did it go?"

"I don't know." Everyone is looking for the dice, Oakley down on her hands and knees. "Is it a 13?" Dustin asks, like we already found it. "I don't know." Marley snaps at him playfully. "Oh my god. Oh my god," Dustin freaks, Oakley getting up cause she gives up. "Mike! Oakley!" Oakley looks up to see her and Mikes mom at the top of the stairs. "Mom, we're in the middle of a campaign."

"You mean the end? Fifteen after," Mrs. Wheeler says. "Oh my god. You freaking idiot!" Lucas snaps at Will, Oakley slaps Lucas upside the head. Mike follows their mom upstairs, and Oakley follows him. "Mom, wait, just 20 more minutes!" Oakley years Mike tell their mom. "It's a school night Michael," She returns his statement. "I just put Holly to bed. You can finish next weekend." Oakley groans. "But that will ruin the flow mom," She says, Mike turning around not knowing she was there.

"Oakley, Michael." Mike cuts her off, "We are serious mom. The campaign took 2 weeks to plan. How was I supposed to know it was gonna take 10 hours?" Oakley gives him a little slap, waiting for her moms comment. "You've been playing for 10 hours?" Mike groans and goes to their dad, "Dad." But before Mike could finish his dad grunts, "I think you should listen to your mother." Oakley groans on the inside.

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Oakley goes outside to say bye to everyone. "There's something wrong with ur sister," Dustin informs her as he's zipping up his jacket. Mike snorts in the background. "What are you talking about?" Oakley turns towards Dustin. "She's got a stick up her butt." Lucas agrees while getting on his bike, "It's because she's been dating that douchebag, Steve Harrington." Mike comes closer after talking to Will. "Yeah, she's turning into a real jerk," Dustin adds taking a bite of his pizza.

"She's always been a real jerk," Mike confirms. "Nuh-uh. She used to be cool. Like that time she dressed up as an elf for our Elder tree campaign." The boys start biking away. "Four years ago!" Mike yells after them. Will stops next to Oakley, "It was a seven. The roll. It was a seven, the demogorgon got me. Anyway, see you tomorrow Oak." Oakley nods, ruffling up his hair. "See you tomorrow Bub." Oakley watches as he rides away, turning to go back into the house almost bumping into Mike.