𝔽 ℜ 🄴 ᗩ 长 ᔆ ❕ ¡ !| 𝙴. 𝙼𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚘𝚗

- 12 -

So this isn't getting a lot of attention and I lost motivation, so this will be the last chapter. Thanks to all that have read and enjoyed my silly story, here's an open-ending for ya'll :)

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You gasped into the silence surrounding you, chest shaking with your uneven breath and heart thumping like a rabbits foot. You felt like your whole body was trembling with the aftershocks of your nightmare, the details slipping into the darkness as it's terror clung to you.

Sitting up slowly, you froze at the feeling of something warm and alive at your back. Consciously putting effort into your next breaths, you squeezed your eyes shut and willed yourself to remember what happened before you feel asleep.

A warm puff of air hit the back of your neck, and the tensing of your stomach brought attention to the arm around your side. Confusion fused with your fear, making your hands shake so bad that you had to raise them from the side of the boat to prevent them from making a noise.

Boat? Wood. Right! The boat. The shed. Eddie Munson. Manhunt, so you had to lay low. Demons and shit. Hawkins.

As soon as you identified the body behind you, any fight or flight left in your system drained away, letting your abs unclench and a relieved breath leave your lips.

Taking a few more minutes to compose yourself, and to make sure you didn't end up waking the dungeon master, you slowly unraveled his arm from your waist and quietly escaped the boats confines with stealth you had perfected in your childhood. Pausing as soon as you landed on the ground, you leaned over to adjust the tarp resting over his shoulders, smiling softly at the unbothered face of someone with pleasant dreams.

Wincing as the shed's door creaked, you hurried forward and squinted at the rising sun peeking over the lakes horizon. It was beautiful, pink and orange verging on red as a golden hue cast over the pitch black of the waters abyss.

The awe that chased your remaining terror away settling somewhere deep within you, and you stopped in the dewy grass to take a deep breath of the brisk morning breeze.

Closing your eyes and stretching out your neck, you swallowed thickly and decided to get some water from the house. Leveling the scenery with a wide eyed stare, youade your way to the dealers house up the small hill.

Luckily finding the back door unlocked, you ambled through the living room until you found the kitchen.
Rummaging through the cabinets, you crushed the strange feeling of being in a strangers house without them knowing. Besides, you reasoned with yourself, you've done stranger things.

Finding one that looked the cleanest, you twisted the cold tap on the sink and filled your water halfway, greedily chugging it down as soon as the sink was turned off.

Sighing contentedly, you refill your glass and take smaller sips while you lean against the counter, staring at the grandfather clock in the hallway.

Tick...tick...tick...

You stared at its face, watching the fancy antique hands move with each passing second.

You don't know how many of those seconds passed before you heard leaves crunching underneath someone's foot. Tensing up and setting your glass down, your eyes searched the kitchen counters before finding a block of knives.

Lunging for the closest one, you adjusted your grip as you presses your back against the wall to the kitchen, adrenaline coursing through you as the back doors screen eased open with a sound you'd only heard in horror movies.

With a white-knuckled grip, you waited for the footsteps to inch closer, the clack of boots setting your teeth on edge. Once you could see the shadow creeping along the wall opposite of you, you serged around the corner, knife raised and teeth bared as you shoved the intruder against the wall, a fist in their shirt and the knife at their neck.

With the suns morning light revealing the houses layout through the blinds, it took you a second of getting in their face to realize who it was.

Well, that and his voice.

"Jesus Christ! Who are you??" Eddie exclaimed, eyes wide and hands up against the wall of their own accord. Instantly you pulled back, setting the knife down on the counter and being a hand up to your face, cheeks red with embarrassment.

"Fucking hell Eddie, you can't just sneak up on me like that!"

"You're the one who had a knife!"

"Well you could've had a gun or something, I don't know!" You argued, hands flailing as if to make your point.

"Did you think you would win with your veggie mincer?!"

"Well I mighta had a chance!"

There was a moment of incredulous silence where Eddie rubbed over the spot you had held the knife, but you hadn't used enough pressure to break the skin. One moment he was looking at you like you were crazy, and the next he was howling like he belong in an asylum.

It didn't take long for you to join him.

"You were really-" he paused, amother fit of giggled escaping him. "You were really gonna bring a knife to a gun fight?"  He asked.

"Well-" you laughed like a witch, holding onto the doorway for support. "Yeah?"

The two of you laughed harder.

Eventually though, your amusement died down and you offered him a glass of water, leaning against the edge of the counter, side by side.

"I'm sorry for holding a knife to your throat." You apologized, arms crossed. Eddie snorted, watching you out of the corner of his eye.

"Thanks, L/n. Just try not to do it again." He chuckled. You rolled your eyes, nudging his shoulder with your own.

"You scared me." You defended.

"You scared me."

"That was the point of the knife."  You spoke like it was obvious, making you both laugh into the silence. It didn't take long for it to become a comfortable one, the two of you watching the clock in the hallway.

Tick...tick...tick...

"Eddie?"

"Yeah, sweetheart?"

Tick...tick...tick...

"I'm scared." You managed to whisper.

"Me too." He chuckled breathlessly.

You turned so your hip rested on the counter, watching him do the same before looking him in the eyes, searching for something neither of you were really sure of.

Tick...tick...tick...

"Do you think we'll die?"

He paused chewing on his bottom lip in thought as he gazed over your shoulder.

Tick...tick...tick...

"Maybe." He conceded, nodding slightly with the word. "But not without a fight. Whatever the fuck is doing this, I'm not gonna make it easy for them."

You leaned a little closer, determination burying itself in your gut.

"Me either."

Tick...tick...tick...

He rested his forehead on yours with a grin, holding out his pinky with a glint in his eyes.

"Promise, N/n?" You smiled at his tone, linking your fingers and giving it a little shake.

Tick...tick...tick...

"Promise, freak."