"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 Sixty-Five: An Unlikely Partnership
(Dig Dug, Pt. 3)
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When the knock came at her door, Rowan expected it to be her aunt coming back earlier than she said, or Alistair. However, when the knocking only continued, Rowan knew it wasn't her family, and it definitely wasn't her friends; they never knocked most of the time, instead just walking right in.
Gritting her teeth at having her reading interrupted, Rowan stormed down the hall, shouting, "I'm coming, I'm coming! Jesus Christ, don't fucking cave in my door!"
Throwing it open, all the anger diminished when she saw Dustin.
"Oh, hey Dustin," she said, before she frowned. "If you're looking for Al, he's at Will's, and before you ask, Dart isn't here or I would have taken that slug right to Hopper."
"Yeah, I'm not looking for Al or Dart. This isn't about that. Well, it is about Dart," Dustin answered.
Rowan furrowed her brows. "Dustin, what did you do?"
"Nothing!" Dustin defended, but at the withering look, Dustin wilted and admitted, "Okay, maybe something. Look, we have a Code Red. Do you still have your brass knuckles?"
"Uh, yeah. Yeah, I do," Rowan answered. "Dustin, what the fuck's going on? And what does it have to do with Dart?"
"I'll explain on the way!" Dustin shouted.
Rowan rolled her eyes. "Alright, alright. Calm down, gremlin. Just let me get the knuckles and get changed, okay?"
"Fine," Dustin grumbled. "I'll be in the car with Steve."
Rowan's eyes widened. "Wait, Steve's here?"
"Yeah. How else did I get here?" Dustin answered, pointing behind him, where sure enough Steve's maroon BMW was, the teen himself standing at the open door of the driver's side. Catching her gaze, he waved.
Rowan didn't return it, instead saying, "I'll be two seconds. And maybe we should question your common sense on pets while you're explaining on the way, Henderson."
The door slammed before Dustin got the chance to say anything as Rowan teleported into her room and got out of her comfy clothes and changing into a pair of black jeans ripped at the knee, her fingerless gloves, Docs, a plain black shirt, and her battle jacket.
Once dressed, she grabbed her brass knuckles from where she hid them and slid them on, feeling comforted as she felt their weight, saw the inky bloodstains from the Demogorgon on the metal. Teleporting back to the door, Rowan opened it and stepped out, closing it behind her and locking it.
"Okay, before we head out, you need to tell me what this Code Red is and what it has to do with your pet, Henderson," Rowan said, arms crossed.
"There's no time! Like I said, I'll explain on the way," Dustin hissed back.
