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         ˏˋ°•*⁀➷  TWO.
𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒄𝒍𝒖𝒃.
╰── . ⋅ . ⋅   ── ✩ ──  ⋅ . ⋅ . ──╯

━━━━ "GUYS I HATE TO say this, but we've gotta flee." Gareth presses, "I concur." Danny agrees. "Didn't we just agree 'to the death.' ?" The substitution questioned the club.

"That wasn't literal." He answered sarcastically. "Vecna just decimated us! We can't kill him with just two players!" Jeff chimed in. "God, You too? He only has 15 hit points left. Don't be fucking pussies!" Dustin growls.

"Pussies? Really? 'Cause we're not delusional?" Gareth argues back. "Delusional? Seriously? How about not being fucking cowards!" Joey raised her tone, surprising him.

"Hey!" The group immediately broke away from their huddle, facing their Dungeon Master. "If I may interject, gentlemen, princess." The girl grinned softly, enjoying the nickname she was given.

He continued on with his monologue; "Whilst I respect the passion, you'd be wise to take Gareth the Great's concern to heart-" He paused for dramatic effected. "There is no shame in running, Don't try and be heroes; Not today, 'kay." He gave a spine chilling smile making the girl swallow harshly; The youngest held up his pointer finger, speaking for the group.

"One Sec." They quickly resumed back into huddle formation, "What do you think Mike?" Dustin asked his friend, "How many hit points do you and Mystic have left?" "Twelve." They respond in unison, giving each other a soft smile.

"It's risky as hell, but you're the ones on the battlefield. It's your call." Dustin tweaked his head, looking over at the blue eyed brunette.

"What do you say Lady Mystic?" The girl gave a fierce smile, "You really gotta ask?" Dustin huffed biting down on his bottom lip, "screw it."

The group breaks away for the last time, "Let's kill the son of a bitch." Joey's spoke with such passion, Eddie couldn't help but grin.

"The chances of success are 20-to-1." Jeff said trying to convince them to flee. "Never tell me the odds." Dustin held out his hand looking his Dungeon Master in his doe eyes. "Give me the D20." Eddie gave a sinister smile before tossing the die at Dustin.

He aggressively shook it with a closed hand, the entire clique standing behind hoping and praying with their fingers crossed as he released it. The only noise in the room was the die rolling across the game board. They all held their breath as it lands right in front of Eddie. 

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