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This fan fiction contains sexual actions, death, drugs, homophobia, mental Illness, and a foul use of language.






We all quietly listen to the environment around us. The wind blows softly, making the leaves on branches dance in a woosh of sound, the cicadas singing proudly as the spring night humidity makes us sweat. It smells like rain but the sky is clear and you can see the stars twinkling perfectly and the moons face smiles down at us. We're waiting. Worried about what's taking so long for Steve to come back up for air. It makes our hearts skip beats when we think about it. But we're patient. So we wait longer, and longer. Bubbles. I hear bubbles on the water.

"Hey. Do you guys hear-"
Steve emerges from the dark water and gasps for air. We all flinch at the break of silence.

"Oh Christ!" Eddie yells in reaction. Steve is flapping his arms above the water to stay a float.

"I found it!" Steve gasps. He swims over and hangs his arms inside the boat.

"You found it?" Nancy asks relieved

"I found it, yeah."

"Dustin, you are a goddamn Einstein. Steve found the gate. " Robin says into the radio. There was no answer though. I guess he was just pouting at us for not letting him come.

"what do we do now? Swim down there and Sherlock Holmes the Motherfucker?" I ask confused. Everyone shrugs at the question. I guess they were waiting for Dustin to answer back.

"Continuing on from that, it's pretty wild. It's more a snack-size gate than a mama gate, but still, it's pretty damn big-" Steve explains but something yanks at his feet. He comes back up for a second.

"What the fuck just happened?" Steve looks at me with confusion but just as he was a about to answer he's pulled under the water completely.

"Oh shit." Eddie exclaims. Everyone's yelling for him as we peak over the side of the boat looking into the dark abyss.

Without a second thought I jump up from the bench and turn around to look at everyone in the boat.

"y/n... you're not gonna do what I think you are, are you?" Robin asks with an almost cautious tone. Fear sets in as my body catches up with my brain at the horrible decision I was about to go through with. I exhale loudly and look back at the water, feeling as if my legs would give out at any moment, shaking with anxiety. I look back at the group.

"See you on the flip side." With that horribly timed pun, I plunge into the freezing cold water, the liquid surrounding my entire body, my skin burning at the icy contact as I kick my feet and push through the water with the only good arm I have. My other arm, sending shocks of pain up my neck and into my fingers from the tension I was putting on it, keeping it close to my body. My head was filled with thoughts of worry and nervousness, but not regret. Me and Eddie have a lot of things in common, one of them being that we run away from problems we don't think we can solve, but I won't do that again, ever again. Im quickly pulled from my thoughts when my eyes catch a shimmer of light in the darkness. I guess that's where I need to go, it's not like I'm missing anything else that could be obvious. I swim towards the light, it gets brighter as I approach. My lungs scream in pain as the air in my body quickly dissipates. I'm almost there, just a little more. Please, please, if there's a god, don't let me die. I beg desperately inside of my own head. I'm close enough now that I can reach the edge of the gate, red light illuminates my surroundings, worrying sounds emanating on the lake floor where the hole resonates. I place my hand on the edge of the gate and set my feet on either side of my arm. I pull myself down, ripping through the sticky substance that separates our reality from vecnas. Cold air slaps my face, as if I weren't cold enough from the brisk water. I take my first breath in the new dimension, this one being long and loud as my lungs gasp for air. I open my eyes and study the environment as I struggle to pull myself up through the hole. The first thing I notice was the red cloud filled sky, lighting striking every so often, more than it should. The ground was covered in thick black vines, twisting and turning in every direction, some big some small. But I quickly snapped out of observing when I heard a familiar voice, it wasn't conversation but a choked scream, only to realize it was Steve, I jumped to my feet and looked towards the direction of his voice. My heart stopped and it felt like a ball was stuck in the back of my throat. There were a couple unrecognized creatures assaulting his body, choking and digging into his flesh with their sharp, ragged, teeth.

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