❛ 𝔦 𝔡𝔬𝔫'𝔱 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔰𝔴𝔦𝔪 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯, 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔦𝔱'𝔰 𝔠𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔦'𝔡 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔡𝔦𝔢. ❜
→ * . & ━━ a girl by the name
of sar, who can walk through dreams, finds
herself drawn to her hometown and into a
bigger m...
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"SO THE ACROBAT CAN ONLY WALK FORWARDS AND BACKWARDS." Sar wondered when her life got so weird that she was in some kid's basement, watching him draw a stick figure on a tightrope on a piece of paper. Who was she kidding, her life had always been weird.
"And— and the tightrope is our dimension? Right," Steve's eyebrows were furrowed. "Okay."
"Yeah. And we're limited to just walking on this side. But what if there was a flea on the tightrope? And the flea can walk forwards and backwards, and around the other side of the rope."
"Upside down," Sar and Steve said at the same time.
"Yeah!" Mike exclaimed. "And to break through to the other dimension for us, you have to create some kind of doorway." He stabbed the pen through the piece of paper. "Like this."
"Like the portal thing at the tree. It's what I went through. So it's like a gate between our worlds."
"Yeah," Dustin agreed. "A gate."
Eleven sat across from them, on the couch. She was still wearing that pink dress Mike had found her. She looked tired. Sar wondered if she'd been sleeping. Probably not. She herself had nightmares that plagued her dreams. Sar had her arms crossed on the coffee table in front of them. "So how do we close it?" Her bright eyes were determined.
"Close it?" Lucas said.
Sar shrugged. Strands of her blonde hair were falling out of its loose ponytail. "Well if we're assuming it's open, then that means anything from our world could get through. But," she put a finger down on the table, "it also means anything from that world could get through. We can't just assume there's one Demogorgon. There could be hundreds. We don't want those getting into our world."
"They'd destroy everything," said Mike.
"Exactly. So we want to close this... gate, right? Do you know how to do that?"
Dustin raised a finger before slowly deflating. "Not exactly."
Sar's fingers were drumming lightly on the side of the table. "El, could you close it?" The younger girl had her knees drawn up to her chest, looking over at Sar with dark eyes.
"Maybe," she murmured. She gave Sar a small nod. Her head rested on her bony knees.
"How would we even find this gate?" Steve asked. He seemed just as uncomfortable about being in the Wheeler's basement—without Nancy, furthermore—as Sar was. But it was much too dangerous to get Nancy or anyone else involved in this, they decided. It was just between them, and the kids.
"Well, Mr. Clarke said it would disrupt the magnetic field, because of the large amount of energy," Mike told them.
"It might even destroy our world," Dustin added.
"Oh, well that's reassuring," Steve said.
Sar looked between them. "I could find it, with the energy thing. I can sense it. There was that portal in the woods, but I think it might have moved or something? The feeling isn't where it was."
