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Adoptive parents weren't common
in the mere town of Hawkins, Indiana.
Let alone adoptive parents that
fostered children that were older than
the age of five. After Penelope realized
her life in the...
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"SOMETHINGS COMING. Something hungry for blood." Mike's prepubescent voice was the only noise inside the small basement. His face was hidden behind the propped up cardboard. The four boys had always been so engaged in Dungeons and Dragons, and when Penelope had first started to play with them, it was quite hard to adapt to their personalities. They weren't very compliant. "A shadow grows on the wall behind you, swallowing you in darkness. It is here."
The other boys looked around each other, including Penelope, in suspense. "What is it?" Will asked. Penelope could practically hear the innocence in his voice. She decided to not think of how she was willingly hanging out with twelve year olds.
"What if it's the demogorgon?" Dustin asked. "Oh, Jesus, we're so screwed if it's the demogorgon- "
"It's not the demogorgon!" Lucas butted in. Will sat back in his seat, pondering on what would happen next.
"It's totally the demogorgon just because you said that, Lucas." Penelope rested her face in her hands. She should've felt at least a little tired, but she wasn't. Fatigue had gotten used to entering her body, with how many nights she lay awake unable to sleep. This ten hour campaign was nothing.
"An army of troglodytes charge into the chamber!" Mike slammed down a plastic figurine.
"Troglodytes?" Dustin asked, unimpressed with Mike's storytelling.
Lucas laid back in his chair with pride. "Told ya." He chuckled. Penelope narrowed her eyes at Mike as his face remained the same. She would've bet a fifty dollar bill it was the demogorgon right about now.
"Wait a minute." Mike muttered, looking around him as if he was actually inside the game. "Did you hear that? That... that sound?"
"Fuck, it's totally the demogorgon." Penelope commented intertwining her hands together, covering the lower half of her face as she waited for Mike to reveal.
"Boom... boom... Boom!" Mike slammed the table as he spoke his last word for cinematics. "That- that didn't come from the troglodytes, no, that... came from something else." Mike brought his hand out from the propped up folded cardboard on the table, slamming down a monster-looking figurine. "The demogorgon!"
The boys groaned. "We're in deep shit!" Dustin nearly yelled. Penelope was surprised that Mike's parents hadn't individually beat them to a pulp yet.
