people are strange ♔ steve harrington x oc

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~ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐔𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 ~
𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐃𝐀𝐘, 𝟏𝟐𝐭𝐡 𝐎𝐅 𝐍𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟑

The three teenagers had divvied out the jobs they were to complete to prepare the once peaceful Byer's home for the fight. They screwed back on all the lights before splitting up.

Jenny had acquired a couple of baseball bats and began to bang thick nails into the top. It was harder work than she had anticipated, and her glasses kept slipping down her nose with every swing of the hammer.

After the bear trap was secured in the hallway, Jonathan and Nancy made their way back into the living space where Jenny was.

She finished nailing her final nail into her bat and spun it around in her hand, marvelling a little at her work.

Her attention was redirected when the sound of the cutlery drawer brought it to Jonathan. She pushed her glasses back up with her elbow before moving to stand next to Nancy.

Jonathan came back over to the pair now with three sharp knives, "Remember..."

"Straight into Will's room," Nancy said.

"Don't step on the trap," Jenny added.

"Wait for the yo-yo to move. Then," Jonathan flicked open a lighter as they finished running through the plan. With a nod, he handed out the knives. "You ready?"

He asked. Nancy nodded, confirming her preparation. Jenny held the cold knife to her palm but felt sick, her head became light and her throat began to close in. Of all the things they had done, and were about to do, she wasn't sure if it was going to be possible for her to cut her own palm.

"On three," Jonathan said. "One...two...You guys don't have to do this."

Nancy sighed, shaking herself a bit, "Jonathan, stop talking."

"I'm just saying, you don't have to–"

"Can you do it for me?" Jenny spoke up, her voice was soft and a lot quieter than was natural for her. The other two looked at her, their eyebrows furrowed.

"What?"

"Please, can someone cut into my thigh for me? I'm not gonna be able to do it myself, and definitely not my hand."

Jonathan and Nancy shared a look before looking back at their small friend.

"Y-Yeah, sure," He muttered, trying to give her a comforting smile. "Okay, one, two, three."

Nancy and Jonathan cut into their own flesh while Jenny averted her eyes, their noises of discomfort making her stomach churn.

Jenny then sat down on the couch, bunching her skirt up to her hip on her left side, leaving her plump thigh free to cut.

"See why I chose my thigh?" Jenny quipped, waving her hand at her leg which was a lot less close to the bone than her small, thin hands were.

Nancy took Jenny's knife and grabbed onto her knee.

"You know, we've already cut ourselves, you don't need to do this-"

"No," Jenny interrupted. "We're in this together, I'm not pussy-ing out and letting you guys get cut up alone."

Nancy gave her a small smile before nodding.

"...Deep breath for me." She said, starting to dig the knife in, Jenny grabbed a throw pillow and bit into it as Jonathan counted down.

"One-"

Nancy didn't wait, knowing the countdown would psych Jenny out completely. Jenny screamed into the pillow, cursing her extremely low pain tolerance as the feeling of blood dripping down her leg and the searing pain enveloped her thoughts.