𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 || 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 8: ᴛʜᴇ ᴜᴘꜱɪᴅᴇ-ᴅᴏᴡɴ

The three sped up to the Byers house in Jonathans car. They rushed out and got their stuff out the trunk before going inside.

Nancy and Y/n screw all the light bulbs back in while Jonathan sets up the bear-trap, nailing it to the floor. Nancy then loaded her gun up while Jonathan hammered some nails into the top of a baseball bat. While they were doing that, Y/n was lying gasoline on the floor around the house. While Y/n held the machete, getting used to the feeling by swinging it about a bit, Jonathan and Nancy were finally setting the bear-trap properly, adding a yoyo so they know when it's been caught.

"It's trolls favourite food, Princess!" Hopper chased after Sara, grabbing her.

"No, Daddy. No, Daddy." She giggled "Y/n save me!"

"Roasted princess with paprika and gravy!" Hopper growled.

A 10 year old Y/n laughed but that quickly went away when Sara's breathing sped up. Hopper noticed as well and looked at her.

"Hey, hey, hey. You okay?" He put her down and Y/n and Diane quickly ran over to them.

"What happened?" Y/n frowned.

"What's happening?" Diane asked as she put a hand on Sara's shoulder.

"I don't know." Hopper replied as Y/n and him knelt down in front of Sara "Whoa. You all right? Relax. Relax. Honey." Hopper said as Sara's head darts around. Y/n held Sara's hand as Hopper said to her "Honey. Just breathe. Just breathe. In and out. Slowly. In....and out. In... and out."

Y/n was pulled out of her thoughts when Nancy put a hand on her shoulder "You okay?"

Y/n took a few deep breaths "Yeah."

"Hey, just breathe, alright?" Nancy said "We'll be fine."

Y/n nods and they join Jonathan in the middle of the room, standing in a circle. He hands the two a knife each.

"Remember?" Jonathan said.

Nancy then said "Straight into Will's room--"

Y/n remembers "Don't step on the trap."

"Wait for the yoyo to move." Nancy adds.

"Then..." Jonathan lit the lighter in his hands. Nancy and Y/n nod as he put it in his pocket "Alright. You ready?"

The two nod and reply "Ready."

They put their hands out and hold the knives against their skin as Jonathan said "On three. One... two..." he saw Nancy's face and said "You don't have to do this."

"Jonathan. Stop talking." Nancy said, shaking her head.

Jonathan just reminded "I'm just saying--"

"Three." Y/n said and the three cut their hands, blood starting to gush out, hopefully attracting the Demogorgon to them.

After a bit, Jonathan and Nancy were on the sofa, wrapping each others wounds while Y/n insisted she could do her own.