"Is there a number we can call? For your parents?" mike questioned the suspicious child
"wheres your hair..? do you have cancer?" dustin asked, to which you slapped the back of his head. "you dont go around asking random traumatised children if they have cancer dipshit"
"oww"
"did you run away?" lucas continued pressing her with questions. she will very clearly terrified but till now, you found the theory lucas gave much more convincing then mike or dustins
"are you in some kind of trouble?" mike continued
"is that blood?"
lucas reached his hand out to her and you smacked it away. "stop it, shes clearly scared, you're freaking her out"
"shes freaking me out-!"
"i bet shes deaf" dustin said in a tone you hated. alot. before you could stop him dustin harshly clapped his hands infront of her. the child flinched back.
you shot dustin a warning glare to which his expression softened and he shrugged "not deaf.."
"alright thats enough okay? shes scared, and shes cold" you stated as a matter of factly, trying your best to hide the fact you were freaking out more than the boys
mike went to the back and grabbed some clothes from a basket and handed them to the child. "here, these are clean, okay?"
child accepted it, and kind of 'hugged' the clothes before she got up and removed mikes jacket. she was about to take off her t shirt. the boys immediately looked away and chanted a few collective no's and you did too.
you held her hands down a bit so she couldn't remove her t shirt. "see child, that over there" you pointed to the bathroom "is a bathroom. privacy? get it?"
you helped the child to the bathroom and she went inside, seemingly examining her surroundings. just as you were about to close the door she stopped you.
"you... dont want it closed?" you asked the child. she didn't take too long to respond. "no.." her tone was soft and her voice was soothing and for you, it was less high pitched then usual girls her age.
it was a relieve that she can speak, because if she couldn't things would be much more complicated. "okay.. well.. uh.. how about we keep the door.." you trailed off, slowly closing the door while the child's hand was still on the doorframe "like this" the door wasn't closed completely, there was about a 3 inch gap (get it? GET IT?)
"is that better?"
"yes" child spoke again. just hearing her speak made you feel much better because one sided conversations creeped you out a lot. you gave her a small nod before going back to the boys
"this is mental" dustin stated
"at least she can talk" mike shrugged, earning a glare from lucas. "she said no and yes. your three year old sister says more"
"she tried to get naked" dustin added
lucas put his hands on his hips and continued "somethings seriously wrong with her.. like wrong in the head" he pointed to his head with a finger.
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The babysitter (stranger things x female reader)
HorrorY/n, a wimpy 15 year old with trauma and daddy issues finds herself in a tough situation. Being the go-to babysitter she is, one night, like any other she is babysitting for a regular and instead ends up being involved in the most unreal and unbelie...
