"I swear, if I'm dying tonight because of you, I'm gonna haunt your ass so hard, Harrington!"
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah! I'm gonna go full Poltergeist and shit!"
"Then bring it, Graveswood."
"Challenge accepted."
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In which after years of suppressing their...
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Chapter Thirty: The Bad Men Are Coming
(The Bathtub)
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Alistair's leg bounced up and down as he, like per usual, ignored both the ghost raven and the ghost girl that hovered at the edges of the basement. He cast a glance to the bathroom, where Mike was taking off El's makeup, and frowned.
"How long is that gonna take?" he asked rhetorically, and Dustin looked at him.
"I know! Are they kissing or something in there?" the other boy muttered, and Alistair grinned.
"You picked up on it, too?"
"Uh, duh. I swear to God, it's so obvious."
"Right?"
The boys grinned at each other, but the moment of levity was ended when the walkie began crackling with static and Lucas' distorted voice came through.
"Shit, Lucas!" Dustin cursed as Alistair's eyes widened in realisation, then swore a litany of profanities that made Dustin look at him with raised brows.
After he'd finished cursing, he looked at Dustin and said, "Tell Mike and El! I'll try to make it clearer."
Dustin nodded and rushed to the bathroom door, knocking on it.
As he talked to Mike, Alistair got himself busy with fine-tuning the frequency, trying to make it come through clearer and not with so many distortions. But Lucas must have been out of range or something, because he only succeeded in making it louder and gave up on it, at around the same time Dustin came back, with Mike and El in tow.
"Do you remember how he said he was looking for the gate?" Dustin asked, and Mike nodded in affirmation.
"Yeah?"
"What if he found it?"
Mike's eyes widened and he picked up the radio as they all leaned in, trying to discern what the hell Lucas was talking about.
"What's he saying?" Mike questioned and Dustin shrugged.
"I don't know, he's way out of range."
Alistair nodded. "Yeah, I tried to tune the frequency to make it clearer, but I only succeeded in making it louder. At least it'll be loud enough for us to hear him."
He attempted a joking smile, but it faded away as Mike said into the walkie, "Lucas, if you can hear us, slow down. We can't understand you."
"Yes, I copy! Do you?" Lucas yelled, voice still distorted by static. "They know about Eleven! Get out of there! They know about Eleven! The bad men are coming! All of them! Do you hear me? THE BAD MEN ARE COMING!"
