"𝙊𝙝 𝙗𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙈𝙪𝙣𝙨𝙤𝙣!"
"𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜."
𝕴𝖓 𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖈𝖍 Dylan Henderson and Eddie Munson have to save the world while trying not to kill each other in the process...
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𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫...
Gasping for air as I shoot up in my bed, my hand instinctively reaches out for my neck still feeling the phantom tail of a demobat.
Taking another couple of deep breaths, I run my hands through my sleep mused hair to calm myself down from one of my regular nightmares.
I have to constantly remind myself that it's all over now. Vecna is dead, the demobats are dead.
Looking over at my nightstand to read my alarm clock, I swear soundly at the time. I forgot to set my alarm last night and I'm so late.
Jumping out of bed quickly, I rush over to my closet to find something to change into for school.
Grabbing an old cropped t shirt and a pair of tight blue jeans, I throw them onto my unmade bed as I scramble to take off the hellfire t-shirt and pink shorts I wore to sleep last night.
As I'm jumping around in the jeans to try to pull them up my legs I hear Dustin's high pitched voice yelling at me from the other side of my bedroom door.
"Eddie's going to be here soon, hurry the hell up!!"
"I'm coming, just give me a goddamn minute!!" I yell back, running over to my vanity mirror to put on my jewelry.
However, as I see the reflection of my body in the mirror clad only in my bra and jeans I frown slightly at the sight of my new scar.
It's a nasty thing starting on my hip and running jaggedly up my stomach from how quickly the demobat's claw slashed me.
It's a constant reminder of what happened to me that night in the upside down, and it brings up unwanted memories every time I get a glimpse of it.
I haven't showed it to anyone since I got out of the hospital because I can't take any more concerned looks from my family, I'd rather just forget it already.
Huffing in annoyance, I throw on the cropped Queen band tee that thankfully stops just below where my scar ends and then hurriedly grab the rest of my stuff for school before heading out of my bedroom.
"We're going to be late." Dustin tells me annoyedly with his arms crossed as he waits by the front door.
"Chill out Dusty bun, we're not going to be late." I reassure my brother with a grin as I plop down onto the ground to lace up my doc martins.
A car horn honks from outside as I stand up and Dustin opens the door to leave quickly.
"Oh shit!" I exclaim in realization as I'm halfway out the door, going back inside grabbing my leather jacket from its hook in the hall. Can't forget that.
