❝𝐓𝐇𝐄 week is long... The silver cat feeds when blue meets yellow in the west. A trip to China sounds nice if you tread lightly...," Robin mutters, pushing her hair back with her hand. Steve shakes his head quietly.
Scoops Ahoy closed three hours ago.
It was silent around, the only sounds being the group's conversation, and a few angry yelling from a bar nearby the store. This was (Y/N)'s second day in a row without sleep, and she was feeling miserable.
"...that doesn't make sense," (Y/N) whispers, mainly to herself, but the others heard. Dustin's eyes, that had deep bags layering under them, stared blankly at walkie-talkie.
"Maybe Robin doesn't speak Russian after all," Dustin suggests, shrugging. Robin scoffs, too tired to say anything in return.
Steve stays silent.
And then, it hits him. He looks up, staring at everyone with wide eyes. The others stare back, both excited, and worried, for what he's about to say.
"The music. It... sounds familiar."
What.
Dustin seems as if he's about to scream. Robin quietly places her head on the table, in disappointment. The short boy grabs his face, looking as if he wanted to rip his eyes out. He was excited for this new discovery, and now it portrayed that it was all going to the trash.
"The music? Seriously?" Dustin groans, turning around and grabbing (Y/N)'s hand, "Let's go (Y/N), I'm sure we'll figure out something soon."
"No, Steve's right," the female says, nodding. It did sound familiar. She listens back, the tune replaying in her head. The repetitive noise was something childish, like a nursery rhyme kids would be singing. She's heard this before.
Then she remembers.
(Y/N), still with Dustin's hand in hers, rushes out of the ice cream shop and down the mall's hallway, the others confusingly following her.
She abruptly stops in the middle of the area, and stares at the stationed metal horse, with it's pink paint scraping off into a white cover. The group stands still, a look of disbelief on both Robin's and Dustin's face.
"(Y/N), what're we do--"
"Give me a quarter." She interrupts, staring at the boy with determination. He puffs out his cheeks and exhales.
"Dude, if you're broke you could've told me. Not dragged us around a closed mall." Dustin snaps.
"Me being broke isn't the point," She snaps back, reaching out her palm. He stands still, Steve stands still, but Robin shuffles through her pockets, pulling out a crusted quarter. (Y/N) gives a large smile and takes it, before pushing it into the money slot, starting a small tune.
The tune of the horse sounded exactly like the one from the Russians.
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Fanfiction(y/n) mayfield 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 to be a good kid. she really did. but trouble seemed to find her everywhere she went. everywhere. for example, her step-brother, who tortured her for everything she did, is suddenly possessed by a fictional monster from a...
