Demogorgon X Reader

D&D

I couldn't banish this war of my thoughts from my head; I was unable to forget what the demogorgon had said before I had left, and it had started an impossible to ignore conflict in my head. He had said that he liked having me around, and I strangely liked our conversation, although I was awkwardly nervous for the most part. I still didn't feel like it was the best of ideas. What if that was some kind of trap. I tried to distract myself with my essay draft.

"When you ran off in the Upside Down, did you at least find anything?" Mike plopped down at our table to start the dreaded interrogation.

"Well... I found the portal," I started, hoping to end this soon.

"I know that. Anything else?"

"Nah. Not really."

"You didn't find anything related to the demogorgon... Did you?"

I snorted my water and had to cover up my double take by coughing.

"Sorry, dry throat. No I don't think I found anything."

Mike still stared at me, and I was starting to get really uncomfortable. It did not help when the rest of the team arrived and asked the same question.

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I was halfway through my homework, and my thoughts started battling again. Aggravated, I tapped my pencil on my desk. This wasn't a good time to be considering going to the Upside Down. I looked over at my spare backpack. It now looked like an elephant had walked across it and squashed it flat. I got up with a sigh, going downstairs to the garage where we kept the crowbar and extra batteries.

I must be crazy...

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I crept through the dead forest like a mouse being stalked by a hawk. In a way I was. The Master could be just on the other side of a tree, or even spying on me. Maybe the demogorgon was trying to lure me into a trap. I didn't know what I was thinking, sneaking out here at ten-thirty to meet the shady former kidnapper of Will, Barb and many other Hawkins residents. The beam of my flashlight was shaking, showing just how nervous I was. But I arrived at the Wheeler house without any encounters with the Master. I cautiously opened the door to the basement. At first I couldn't see him, but after descending the first few steps, I could see the demogorgon stretched out on the couch, partly face down in the cushions, his right arm hanging off the edge. I began to edge down the steps, ready to drop my backpack and grab the crowbar in less than a second if necessary.

"Uh, hello?" I called out.

The demogorgon stirred and moaned something in gibberish before turning and sitting up.

"Oh, hi. You again."

"How's it going?"

"Pretty boring. At least I'm not sharing this place with the Master. That would be bad."

I thought back to when Mike was questioning me at lunch.

"It's a good thing that Mike and the others don't know about you. They hate you to death," I informed.

"I'm not surprised. The Master can make you very unpopular."

"I know."

I spied the D&D game lying out on the table.

"Whys that out?"

"Oh. I was looking through it. You can see I've got a lot of time to do stuff like that. What is it anyways?"

"It's called Dungeons & Dragons," I explained. 

"My friends love it. They named you after one of the game pieces you know."

"So that's where they got that name. I always thought it sounded kind of strange. How do they play it anyways?"

I shrugged.

"I'm not really sure how they do it, but it includes a lot of throwing dice at the floor, cussing and a lot of role play."

"Sounds fun," he replied.

I guess anything sounds fun when you're trapped in a basement in a dead dimension by the devil. Or if you were as tired as I was. I could feel my eyelids getting heavier by the second. I just wanted to lie down somewhere and sleep, maybe just for ten seconds... 

I jolted awake in panic. Was it morning? How would I explain my being out late to Mom? And then I realized that I had been sleeping right next to the demogorgon. I was nearly leaning into him, and his hand was drapped over my shoulder. What was I thinking? I was somewhat frozen, contemplating this when he noticed I was awake.

"Did you sleep well?"

"Er- yeah. I think I should leave now."

"Okay. Goodnight."

"See you tomorrow night."