✨Various x Reader One-Shots✨

𝚂𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝙸 | 𝙴𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝙼𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚘𝚗 | 𝚂𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜

The ground rumbled under the bike's wheels, as vines followed them across the growing terrain. The vines were blood red, and covered in veins. They weren't really vines at all. They were hungry, and trying to catch the girl on the rumbling bike. Her motorcycle continued through the parasitic ground, her hands grabbed the firecrackers in her bottom bag pocket. She let the rope on the handles continue the trek across the strange dimension. While she lit the colored sticks into the following natives. The fire burnt and cracked at its atoms, they screamed and screamed to their master as he winced.

For now, she had gotten away. As her bike came to a stop, she kicked it forward to turn right. Y/n was here for a reason. She had come back for a reason. She felt the ping in her eye. The one she had felt all those years ago. In those white cells, in that rainbow room. The ones she had escaped by the fingernail. No, of course, she didn't want to come back, ever. But it was time to end it all, end what really happened that day in Hawkins, Indiana. What she had been doing the last 8 years of her life, had come to a finish line. Why she had learned to use a chainsaw, or a sniper, or a mallet. Or the slightest bit of Russian. Instead of the others, she hadn't escaped into the town of Hawkins.

Instead, she was in the heart of Russia. And just like her, those monsters were too. Y/n had felt it was her responsibility to fix the Demogorgon problem. But it was different now. He was here. Why was he here? She figured it was a king kind of situation, he commands his armies. Even if she had gotten the idea from a storybook, it was her plan. Take out what's left of One, and that was it. She could be done. And this whole disaster of an experiment would be over, and it would end with her. It would all end with a sad little girl with a doll face.

That was the first gift he had given her. Papa had come into her cell after the first time she did it. He told her about how proud he was, and how she'd help so many people. And gave her a doll. She wore a sailor outfit, she had long red hair, pretty blue eyes, and the most beautiful face she had ever seen. Papa told her that the doll was gentle and to be careful because with one drop she could be shattered. Y/n wondered where the doll lay now, faceless. Y/n had dyed red hair, she had blue eyes, and a mask made of porcelain, with belts latching it around her head. And the prettiest sailor shirt, she wore.

And her blue eyes saw the bats beginning to swarm the houses to the right. Someone must've been there. Y/n sped up her motorcycle, turning in the house's direction. She dug back into her bag once again, pulling out sticks of fireworks. These seemed to work better on the bats than the firecrackers. Though she wasn't sure she'd make it there in time. The bats ate fast, faster than the dogs or the figures. She drove straight into the crowd, letting them cling to her as she drove out. They turned from whatever they fed on, looking at the intruding doll. She opened the end of her lighter and threw the stack. Colors and sparks filled the air, and bubbling carcasses fell to the floor.

She kicked one over, before walking over to what they fed on. It was a boy. He was covered in blood. It was much too late for her to save him. Much too late to do her little voodoo trick. Because instead of telekinesis, like most other experiments- she was a doll. A voodoo doll. A knife on her arm could scratch a man next to her, or a knife on his could cut her. It didn't always work when she was younger. It left her scarred and her tattoos misplaced. A doll with torn skin. The boy was beautiful, even covered in red. She insisted it was his color. She wondered how long he had been dead, how long he lay there in the wrong dimension. How had he gotten there?

It didn't matter, he was dead. But it did, to her. How had the pretty boy with curly brown hair gotten to a place like this? Her chest began to ache, it was familiar. It happened when she failed, when she fell when she tripped. Maybe if she had been there a minute sooner, he'd be here, saying hello. She wondered what he'd say if he saw her. He'd give her a strange look and point a finger. That felt even more familiar. Her eyes just watched the boy lay still, silence echoed through the rotting forests of the Upside Down. His face was framed in dirt, she wondered what color eyes he had. His shirt was ripped, she could see the gashes below it. She began to squint, something was moving. Something was alive. Though she wasn't sure it was him.