HAWKINS: a small town in Indiana right at the center of nowhere. seemingly normal to the naked eye but upon closer inspections , the eerie settings make for a perfect playground for other worldly monsters.
Magnolia Byers is no stranger to the cre...
AN: I would like to preface this chapter with a major trigger warning. I will mark the beginning and end of the memory with this symbol: ~ so please scroll pass it if you are sensitive to any mention of gore.
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Steve's car squealed into the parking lot, and barely had a chance to come to a full stop before Magnolia jumped out, everyone following close behind. She stormed into the police station, scanning the main lobby for any sight of her brothers, Mike, Argyle, or Eleven.
Steve frowned having expected at least some sign of anyone being detained at the station. All he could see however, were a bunch of old cops seemingly too bored to even make the effort to keep their eyes open. "You sure this is the one?" He asked Magnolia.
She huffed approaching the old lady at the main desk. "I came for Jane hopper?" She asked the receptionist, who sighed and pushed her glasses higher up on her face before typing on her old computer.
"Jane...Jane hopper is..." The receptionist trailed off as she typed on her old computer, smacking her gum obnoxiously loud. Magnolia's eyes widened as she waited for the old lady to finish typing.
"She's what?...Jane Hopper is what?" Dustin urged eagerly, impatient for the old lady to finish her sentence. The receptionist looked up at him before lowering her head and returning to her typing.
The receptionist let out a deep sigh and crossed her arms, looking up at Magnolia. "Jane Hopper is no longer here," she said simply.
Magnolia's frown deepened. "What?...She was released?"
The receptionist's lips pinched into a thin line, and her forehead became creased with wrinkles. She exhaled sharply. "No..." She said flatly. "She was transferred."
Magnolia stood on her toes leaning over the desk, trying to take a peek at the computer. "Transferred, where?" she asked, a hint of desperation creeping into her voice as she spoke.
The receptionist let out a small sigh, turning back to her computer and mumbling to herself "let's see..." With a flick of her finger, she began typing again, smacking her gum obnoxiously as she worked.
Magnolia tapped her foot against the marbled flooring, her patience growing thin. The receptionist began to hum, clicking and scrolling on her mouse at a glacial pace. Steve let out an exaggerated groan and rolled his eyes. "Where was she transferred to?" he snapped, his tone filled with frustration.
The lady looked up at him through the thick rim of her glasses, her face stern and uncompromising. "I don't appreciate your attitude," she said, crossing her arms across her chest. "I can easily turn you all back around and watch you mope out that door," she threatened, her voice sharp and menacing.
