It was in just the snap of a finger. One minute you were here, next you were there. You still remember it clearly, the night you went missing. Or as you recalled it, your last night in safety.
You were there and weren't at the same time, because although you see the places you recognize as the Hawkins you knew, this was so much worse.
The arcade you frequently visit with the boys, covered in slimy vines made of, what ever it is, or who... The games were usually brightened with neon colors and bright lights, were dull and broken.
The forest you guys liked to explore was farther than creepy or dark. It was pitch black, and instead of the curiosity that filled your wondered heads, this was adrenaline caused by fear. It wasn't a simple nightmare, 'twas reality.
So dark and cold, and empty. At least, you wished it were empty. That thing, that... who or what it was, it's always near. You'd never really know when it comes out, or knew when it likes to lurk.
It was always when it came to the last minute you knew. You'd sit in whatever you thought was good for hiding, until its signature growls and clicking noise would fill your ears.
But what scared you the most was your own house.
The roof, almost nearly torn apart by the eroded atmosphere. Your front door, scratch marks could clearly be seen, from whatever did it.
What you saw on the inside, was just more heart breaking than the outside.
The living room was always the first room you'd walk into when you opened your front door. But this living room was anything but living.The wooden floors were a dark black color, covered in the black smudge that seemed to cover the entire dimension.
The walls were only held together by the vines. You slowly walked into the kitchen, maybe hoping to find something worth eating.Your kitchen table was on its side, probably pushed over by it. It made you angry, no, enraged that it had nerves to step into your 'home'.
Hoping to see what you were looking for, only crumpled in the back of the top cabinet held a granola bar. You weren't exactly sure why it was still there, but without thinking you took it.
With your granola bar, you walked up the unsteady carpeted stairs into an even darker hallway that maybe if you squinted, it still looked like the one you knew. At the end of it, your bedroom door, still surprisingly in one piece.
The room you slept in day by day, year after year was to tarnished to pieces. The posters were no longer filling the blank walls, instead covered by those vicious vines that made everything a bit more disgusting. Your bed was nothing but a ripped mattress and your closet held hangers with no clothes.
You walked back down the stairs in not only in disappointment in the lack of resources, but everything around you.
Tears streamed down your face as you looked at the place you knew as home, but was just a murder house all in all.It didn't scare you in fear of it might catch you. This, this sight scared you. Because the friendly place you knew to only be comforting and warm, was down to bits. The sight reminded you of what kind of situation you were in.
Life and death. Although it sounded clique it truly was. You looked down at the granola bar that still sat in your pale and frail hands. As you tore the packaging open you thought about the life you used to know, and the granola bar only made you sick of what you didn't have, safety.
Suddenly, nothing scared you anymore. Not the monster, nor your surroundings. Because you can't lose what you don't have, which right now was anything. If it takes you then so be it.....
You just wanted out of this place, and one way or another you knew that somehow you knew you would, but when? How?
Just when you thought that the little life you had would crash and burn you saw a very familiar ponytail. Brown and slightly curly, Nancy. Not only that you were happy to see her, but she wasn't happy to see you.
She was scared, just like you when you first got there, she was covered in the slime that you were. There it was again, hot on Nancy's trails, and there you were staring at the sight before you.
If Nancy got in, there was a possibility you could both get out and you weren't missing the train. You looked down at the granola bar in your hand, looked at Nancy, and looked at the monster.
You realized that no time was to be wasted, you waved your hand, cautiously not to grab the attention of the Demogorgon. Nancy fearfully looked in your direction, her face lighting up with as much relief as she could get in a situation such as this.
You pointed at your eyes and followed your fingers to the 'exit' as she as she did as well to where she came from. You then signaled her to be quiet.
In a moment of pure luck and bravery, you threw the protein bar safely far enough away from the two of you and just close enough to get the things attention.
It whipped it head around so fast and sprinted with its large and pale legs to the source of the sound. It was then your cue to leave, as fast as you could.
You went first, crawling through the small space provided, the pushing from Nancy from behind helped at least. As Jonathan pulled you through the opposite end. Nancy was just as fast with you and Jonathan helping.
You cried as you fell into both of their arms. Jonathan watched as the gate closed behind your shoulders and moved to simply just bark on a tree.
"Where have you been, y/n?"

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Stranger Things Imagines
FanfictionImagines about Stranger things characters. Features season 1,2 and any others to come. I'll do gif imagines, and maybe take requests.