"Normal is just an illusion. What's normal to a spider is chaos for a fly."
In which four teenagers are taken from their "normal" lives and are thrown into chaos.
A/N
This is a revamp/retelling of my discontinued fanfic of the same name.
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Daphne started to rub at her arms as she paced, "He's there."
"What?"
"Hopper. He's there. In the tunnels. He's there."
Joyce grew worried, "Could you show me where?"
"I don't-" Daphne pressed her palms against her eyes, "I can't-"
"I can draw it." Will offered.
Daphne curled her body up and furrowed her brows, "Damn it."
"Hey, hey..." Joyce whispered as she knelt down beside her, "It's okay, Daphne."
"I can see-" She tried to speak but her words caught in her throat, "I see him. I saw-"
"It's okay. Why don't you get some more water?" Joyce offered softly as she watched the sweat bead down her body.
Will leaned back from the paper and turned to them, "Here."
"Is this where you saw him?" Joyce questioned as she stammered out, "Is this where you saw Hopper?"
"I think so. Yeah."
Joyce took the sketch from him, "Okay..."
Daphne had been in the kitchen when Mike had walked by her. He was trying to find the location of the sketch, but he couldn't help but notice that she seemed so... out of it.
"Here!"
"Okay, so... so Hopper is here?"
"Yeah, no we just have to find out where here is." Mike mumbled, "Did he say anything before he left?"
Joyce sighed, "Uh, some... something about vines?"
"Vines..." Daphne repeated as she sat down at the kitchen table.
Joyce took in Daphne before she heard a car pulling up. She was hoping it was Hopper but saw Bob's car outside. She looked around at her house before she quickly walked outside.
"Surprise." Bob smiled, "I would've called, but you said not to clog up the line."
"You know, I..." Joyce tried to think of something, "We're fine, we don't need anything."
"When I was sick as a kid, and I was sick all the time as a kid, nothing made me feel better than focusing on these brain teasers."
"Those are great. Ah..."
"I could teach him how to play." Bob offered.
"You know, he's sleeping."
"Okay..." Bob paused, "I could wait with you?"
"Listen, it's just not a good time. But, um, you know what? I'll call you, okay?" Joyce kissed his cheek, "Thank you."
"You sure?"
"Yeah."
"Well, have him call me." Bob grinned, "They don't call me Bob the brain for nothing."
Joyce smiled and turned away from him, but she realized something. He was smart. He could help them. She quickly turned around, "Bob!"
