Assorted Character Oneshots

Intensity Pt.2 - Steve Harrington

Summary: Part two! YN decides to take matters into their own hands. Y'all want a part three to this?

Triggers: cursing

Word Count: 2,271

Steve smiled as he watched ___ tuck themself under the sheets of his guest room. Knowing they were safely down the hall put his mind at ease. "Goodnight, ___."

"G'night.." A lazy, yawnful echo called back to him, watching the covers engulf his friend's frame. He chuckled and closed the door, plunging them into almost complete darkness. The only light came from the bright moonlight, so intense it almost felt like the rock was sitting just outside the window. ___ thanked whatever deity was illuminating the celestial body tonight, pulling the blanket away from their body. They listened to Steve's light steps going back downstairs. Carefully, they slunk out of bed and down the hall towards Steve's room. Their eyes scanned the room for a moment, landing on the brown and silver weapon Steve held so dear, barely visible under his bed. They grabbed the handle, pulling out the wooden bat Jonathan had rigged with nail spikes at the beginning of all this mess. 

They cautiously carried the bat back to the guest room, closing the door with a hushed click just as Steve started back up the stairs. They leaned back against the door, listening to his steps pause just opposite the door before picking back up and disappearing down the hall. A sigh escaped their lips, unaware they had been biting back their breath. ___ quickly pulled their shoes back on and pushed open the window, turning over their shoulder to cast a hesitant gaze at the light pooling beneath the door. When the light flicked away silently, they knew that was their sign. They tossed the bat outside onto the grass, looking out over the small ledge that dropped straight down. With a deep breath, they climbed out backward, planting the toes of their shoes against the side of the house, hanging onto the window sill carefully. One last look down sent their mind spiraling, it was too late to go back now though. They pushed themself off the wall, releasing their grip at the same time, sending themself backward into the grass. 

They landed with a harsh thud, groaning as quietly as they could before getting up. They ignored the ache that was now ever-present in their body as they pushed forward towards the slimy glowing hole that held the only passage to the world beneath. 

The Fred Gate was closest to Steve's house, finding the glowing portal sitting dormant as always. They sighed, grip flexing around the handle of the bat, before climbing through the sickening twist of gravity, landing on the other side. A shiver ran down their spine, the goopy flesh-like substance covering their cold skin. 

This deterred them not, however, walking into the woods nearby that led to the trailer park. It was stupid, but they couldn't help themself as they called out Dustin's name. Nothing stirred, not a bat, not a boy, nothing. They figured it would probably be safe enough to call out a bit more, spacing them out and being careful to listen for any signs of life as they went on. They had made it to the trailer park, checking inside Eddie's trailer that was still done up with the makeshift armor they had built onto it. The memories brought a smile to their face, quickly checking around the rooms to find them all empty. 

"If I were Dustin, I'm hurt, I don't have the strength to climb or get myself anywhere, where would I go?" They pushed open the door, searching the grounds until their eyes landed on the very spot where the ill-fated boy once laid. 

They ran their fingers over the blood-stained gravel, but no other sign of life was found. ___ looked to the trailers nearby, throwing open each door in three of the closest, finding a fourth within the vicinity. They opened the door to silence. Taking careful steps inside, they searched the living room, then the bathroom, and the kitchen. Nothing. "Dustin?"