There's one thing Angie's always been at fault for, and she can't help it.
As little time as she spends in cars, she's always been put to sleep by rides.
According to Uncle Wayne, it's how he first got her to sleep when he had her as a kid.
Ever since, the hum of a vehicle lulls her right under.
It's quiet in the car after Steve shushes Dustin so Angie can nap.
Every now and then, he glances over at the passenger seat to make sure she isn't disturbed by a bump in the road.
"Wait a sec... how big?" Steve whispers to Dustin.
"At first it was like that," Dustin gestures in the rearview mirror. "Now he's like this."
"I swear to God, man, it's just some little lizard, okay?"
"It's not a lizard."
"How do you know?"
"How do I know if it's not a lizard?" Dustin replies in disbelief.
"How do you know it's not just a lizard?"
"Because his face opened up and he ate my cat."
"What ate your cat?" Angie mutters groggily, lifting her head.
When he doesn't respond, she knows the answer.
"You kept Dart, didn't you?" she sighs, rubbing her eyes.
"Dustin..."
"Who's Dart?"
"His stupid little pet from the Upside Down that apparently ate his cat because he didn't listen when we told him to get rid of it," she seethes.
"He wanted to come home. He—"
"Don't bullshit me, Henderson," Angie groans, regaining a comfortable position. "I don't have enough energy for bullshit right now."
A few minutes later, they pull up behind the Henderson house.
Steve tosses Angie the keys to tuck in her bomber jacket.
He pops the trunk to reveal the bat they discussed at the Wheelers.
The older two look over the cellar door Dustin claims holds Dart in containment.
"I don't hear shit."
"Me neither," Angie concludes, peering at the door.
"He's in there," Dustin mutters.
Angie exhales, puffing her cheeks. "Alright."
Harrington taps the door lightly with the bat.
"Don't be a fucking wimp, Harrington. Just open it."
"Well, if you're so brave, you open it."
"Hate to break it to you, but I'm not bailing you out. It's your scary bat, so man up."
He smacks the metal again. Silence.
"All right, listen, kid. I swear if this is some sort of Halloween prank, you're dead."
"It's not."
"Alright?"
"It's not a prank," Dustin swats the flashlight, "get that out of my face."
"You're gonna blind the kid, Harrington. Lower the flashlight."
Steve sighs but obeys.
"You got a key for this thing?"
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Angelica "Freak Two" Munson
Fanfiction"Hey, Harrington!" she reverses against her heel, flipping him the bird, "The names Freak Two, actually. If you're gonna insult me, you might as well do it right." ---------- Angelica Beatrice Munson, aka "Freak Two" is Eddie Munson's younger sister...
