"Are you holding my hand?"
"I'm scared as shit right now, so yeah, I'm holding your hand."
Steve Harrington x fem!oc
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The five were trekking through the woods, following after the stampede of disformed demogorgons. The figures were long gone, and at that point they weren't even relying on the stomping that once echoed against the tree trunks. But, considering the trampled brush and forest debris, it was obvious they were going in the right direction.
"And you're positive that was Dart?" Lucas asked. He and Dustin had taken the lead, only a few steps ahead of Steve, who threatened to kill them himself if they got attacked on his watch.
Dustin, speaking as if no stupider question had ever been asked, "Yes. He had the exact same yellow pattern on his butt." Because, apparently, a butt pattern was enough to know for sure. Halley didn't say anything.
"He was tiny two days ago," Max said.
"Yeah, well, he's molted three times already." Jesus. Molted? Like a fucking snake? This is not what she signed up for.
Steve stopped. Holding up his hand to hold off on a conversation, his eyebrows scrunched together, as if he was trying to fit the last piece of a puzzle. "Malted?" Halley could hit him.
"Molt."
Disregarding the interruption from Steve: "When's he gonna molt again?" Max's questions were lacking the sense of 'what the actual fuck are you talking about' that Halley had expected. She was handling the whole new world ordeal a lot better than anyone could have guessed.
Dustin shrugged. "Soon, it's gotta be," his flashlight's beam bobbed back and forth on the ground in front of them. "And then, he'll be fully formed, or, at least close to it. Along with his friends." God, his friends, Halley had nearly forgotten about the hundreds of other demogorgons that they would have to face sooner or later.
"And they're gonna want to eat a lot more than cats," Steve said offhandedly.
At this, Lucas stopped, pointing out a finger at Dustin, like he had just remembered something horrible. "About that," he started, crossing his arms, and giving a stern look, "to eat your cat, Dustin, Dart would have had to be in your house, and that would mean you would have had to have kept him."
Dustin didn't say anything.
Lucas squared his jaw, frowning as he yelled, "I knew it! You kept him! You kept him even though you knew we were looking for him!"
"He missed me! He wanted to come home."
"Oh, bullshit." Lucas shook his head.
"I didn't know he was a demogorgon, okay?" Dustin said, defensively. He threw his arms up and the stretch of light reached into the trees. There was a soft rustling then nothing.
