Chapter 18- Papa part I

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"Nancy!" They call out while Max and Willow share a familiar worried look rushing toward Eddie's bedroom in search of music. Frantically going through his tapes looking for anything Nancy would even remotely have an interest in, the others soon joining them in their search.

Steve stays with her in the upside down, firmly holding down her body in case it starts to levitate. Reassuring her unconscious body as the others scramble through Eddie's copious amount of heavy metal tapes.

"What is all this shit? We need music! Madonna, Blondie, Bowie, Beatles? Music!" Robin shouts furiously scattering tapes as she looks towards Willow who similarly is also riffling through his desk in search of anything that could help.

"This is music!" Eddie defends, suddenly cut off by Steve's shout. "Guys!" The group shares a look before sprinting back to the gate, expecting the worst. Instead they are pleasantly greeted to the sight of a fully conscious Nancy Wheeler in the arms of Steve as she pants, clearly distressed her eyes brimming with unshed tears.

The party moves over to the sibling's house, finding Eddie's trailer too claustrophobic. They all eventually return to living room after Steve made sure multiple times that Nancy was fine. Willow needed to finally patch Steve and herself up, dragging him away from Nancy briefly to disinfect and tend to his gaping wound.

"Why is it always the two of us?" Steve chuckles, lightly wincing while Willow cleans his wound with alcohol, tightly wrapping it up again in a clean bandage.

"Probably because we are the only ones with muscle" Willow smirks up at Steve grinning as she finishes tying the knot and patting him on the back so that he can rejoin Nancy on the couch. "It's probably your lack of brain and suicidal tendencies." Robin adds as she watches Willow turn around with her hand on her hip.

"Wow, you know us so well, now come on Buckley stop staring and get into the living room." Willow reminds the worried girl kicking her out of the kitchen as Willow walks towards the counter to grab a cup from the kitchen.

Willow hands Nancy the tea to soothe her nerves giving her a small pat to comfort the frazzled girl before she joins Robin on the floor. The two girls looking towards each other and smiling before reverting their attention back to Nancy.

"He showed me things that haven't happened yet. The most awful things, I saw a dark cloud spreading over Hawkins. There was this creature with... a gaping mouth." She looks around at their reactions, finding fearful faces. Nancy continues to describe what she was shown, her eyes tearing up until she can't continue.

"Maybe, he's just trying to scare you Nance." Steve tries to reassure her. "I mean it's not real." "Not yet-" Nancy fires back "But there... there was something else. He showed me gates. Four gates. They looked like the one outside of Eddie's trailer, but they didn't stop growing..." Willow looks up suddenly understanding Vecna's reference.

"Four chimes." She states, looking towards Max as she continues. "It always chimes four times. He's been telling us his plan this whole time. Four kills. Four gates."

"oh jesus christ..." Steve grunts running his hands though his hair in desperation.

"We have to go back, Vecna can't hurt more people if he's dead." Willow states firmly, rising up from her seat next to Robin, finding Nancy already agreeing with her.

"Whoa, no, no, no. What?" Steve asks outraged that she would want to go back for the third time now, Eddie joining in by shaking his head furiously.
"We'll be prepared this time!" Nancy defends standing next to Willow as they try to convince the pair. "We'll get weapons and protection." She continues.

Robin now stands up too, joining any cause that Willow wanted, hopelessly in love. "I mean at least we now know Vecna is like El, he's a number. That means we have an advantage, we know his strengths and weaknesses." Robin grins looking towards Willow as they share a hopeful glimpse.

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