❛ 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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SOMEONE COULD HAVE CUT THE TENSION IN THAT ROOM WITH A KNIFE. It wasn't just the awkwardness between the four of them, but the fear of the monster showing up at any point in time. Sara couldn't help but toy with the thought: what if the lights didn't blink when it turned up? She tried to ignore that, focusing instead on watching the off Christmas lights above.
Fear made her mind muddled—and the other three were absolutely radiating it. Their thoughts were so loud, she had to try to focus on not reading them.
It couldn't have been more than a couple of minutes since Sar had broken up Steve and Jonathan's argument, and the four of them were standing in the Byers' living room in wait. "Remember," she was telling Steve for the tenth time, "don't step in the trap please." Her eyebrows were furrowed in genuine concern (he was just amused she thought he was enough of an idiot to step in the bear trap down the hallway) (he probably was).
"I know, Sar," he assured her, the slightest smirk on his face.
She glared playfully at his light-hearted smirk and raised her eyebrows. "'Cause if you get stuck in that then we can't get you out without getting eaten. Just letting you know." Nancy was checking the bullets in her gun again. Sar could see her swallowing nervously, eyes darting around as if the monster would show up any moment. Nance clicked her gun in place, looking down with firm eyes. Because Hell, this thing had taken her friend.
When the first light flickered above Sar's head, her eyes jolted up to stare at them. The glaring of them hurt her eyes, sending rainbow flickering across the walls. "The lights," Jonathan said, as if the four of them weren't already watching them.
"Shit," Sara shuddered. She couldn't help the way her shoulders trembled and her axe was shaking in her hands.
They were stepping back slowly, eyes darting around as they turned on the spot. "Where is it?" Nancy was asking, the fright seeping into her voice. She was creeping closer to Sar, eyes darting. The flashing lights cast eerie shadows over each of their faces.
"I don't know." The room was filled with the sound of their shaky breaths. Sar was sure her heart was about to break through her ribs. She had to focus on breathing, otherwise she might stop. She swallowed shakily, eyes wide and blue.
Something smashed into the ceiling. Sar jolted away instinctively, standing beside Nancy, who was raising her gun. Pieces of the roof began to fall in huge chunks, shattering against the Byers' living room floor. Sara saw that from inside, there was that goo that was the gate between their worlds. Nancy started firing at the monster, bullets breaking through its skin. Then the ceiling broke in. The monster fell down on all fours, slime sticking to its body in long pink strands. She heard its growl. It wasn't like any growl she'd ever heard before: a low warbling sound that rose at the end of its call. It was, she decided, the most terrifying thing she'd heard in her life.
"Go, go, go!" she exclaimed, shoving Steve. Nancy and Jonathan were already sprinting towards the corridor, the other two close behind. Sar jumped around the corner as its body cannoned past her and slammed against the far wall. She took a flying leap over the bear trap, feet skidding on the carpet. Then Steve was grabbing her hand and pulling her into Jonathan's room. The door slammed shut behind them.
