Stolen lives- a Stranger things fanfic

Chapter one

    When Mike decided to go to Will's house to hang out that night, a lot of possibilities ran through his head. Would they play dnd all night? How many snacks would they eat? One of the things he did not expect was to be pulled into an alternate dimension where they would most certainly die.

    Mike pulled Will along as they ran as fast as they could. Strange dust hung in the air, making it hard to breathe. Mike stumbled on a vine on the ground, causing the both of them to fall on the ground. 

    "Come on, Will. We have to get up!" Mike was hyperventilating at that point, and Will was obviously zoned out or shocked at this new occurrence. "Will!" Mike smacked Will in the face, leaving a red mark on his cheek. Will look at Mike, startled.

    "What?" Will looked around them, and gasped. "What the fu-"

    "We have to run!" Mike pulled on his arm, almost dislocating his shoulder. 

    "Where are we?" Will stood up, obviously shaken from what just happened.

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    "So, Mike. Would you rather... have an arcade inside of your home or go into a different dimension?" Will said.

    "Arcade, but it depends on the dimension. That one dimension in D&D? Arcade. Any other dimension? Still arcade." Will laughed at Mike's response. 

    "I agree with that. I'm blanking on the dimension's name, but that would be hell. I would much rather have an arcade an arcade, too." The irony of that conversation would dawn on them soon enough.

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    Mike and Will sat inside of Castle Byers, or this version of Castle Byers. Neither of them said a word until Mike's stomach rumbled loudly. Will looked at him.

    "What? We didn't have snacks, and neither of us have had dinner yet!" 

    "Your stomach sounds like a chainsaw, Mike."

    "Is there any food here?" Mike groaned.

    "We're both having some sort of dream. Let's just fall asleep and see if we wake up," Will said.

    Mike snorted. "I don't think that's how dreams work."

    "Do you have any better ideas? Because if so, they would be pretty useful right now." Mike was silent. "Thought so. Let's just try and sleep, and if we wake up, it'll be a funny story to tell Dustin and Lucas tomorrow."

    "Okay, but what if we don't wake up?"

    "We're dead."

    "No shit, Will. What if this isn't a dream?"