Demogorgon X Reader

Psychos with white suits and machine guns

The first symptom that we were under attack was the yelling. Terrified, I peeked out of the teachers' lounge and down the hallway.

"What the fuck is going on?" Chelsea joined me by the doorway, her baseball bat at ready.

A dozen or so people in white suits and helmets spilled into the hallway and advanced. I ducked back into the lounge and shut the door, knowing we were already found.

"Who's here?" The demogorgon asked, "has the Mind Flayer found us already?"

"No. It's some people in white suits and helmets. My guess is that they're from the Lab," I replied. I remembered that Mike told me about Dr. Brenner's henchmen who had dressed in white suits and helmets, as the atmosphere in the Upside Down was potentially toxic.

"That's just as bad," he growled, shoving the couch away from the wall and ushering us behind it.

"Wait- where's El?" Chelsea stared.

I realized I hadn't seen her all morning or night, whatever it was here.

"How should I know?" The demogorgon retorted, pulling the couch back into place to conceal us.

"You mean you just let her disappear?" Chelsea nearly yelled.

"She can take care of herself! She can blow shit up with her mind, if you haven't noticed."

"I know, but-"

Chelsea was silenced when he clamped a hand over her mouth. A second later, the Lab people burst through the door. I thought for a moment we were safe, but several of them went straight to the couch and ripped it away from the wall.

"There's survivors here!" Came a muffled voice. A man grabbed me and Chelsea by the arm and pulled us away from the wall.

"Woah, woah, wait! It's that monster from last year!" Yelled another man.

They dragged us to the far side of the room and aimed their machine guns at the demogorgon, who was standing up from the former hideout. It was basically mob bullying on steroids, but fortunately the bullets didn't seem to made a difference in his skin. 

"Well, do something!" Chelsea barked, lifting her bat.

"What? Do you expect me to launch into battle tae kwon do style on these guys? If you want to do that, good luck but I won't!"

Chelsea looked like an angry eagle, and she probably was. "You can't just let them gang up on him! He's your boyfriend after all!"

There was no room for reply, as the demogorgon leaped up five-starred a guy in the face who had whacked him in the head with the barrel of his gun. The hit was so hard it knocked his helmet off, and half of his face was bruised a royal purple color. He groaned and crumbled to the floor. He then snatched the gun right out of the hands of another psycho and clobbered his head with it as though the gun were Chelsea's baseball bat. The glass front of the helmet shattered in the guy's face. The rest of the legion abandoned shooting him and tried to pig-pile him, but the demogorgon sent them flying backwards, and Chelsea and I took cover behind the table to witness the battle. Most of the attackers were either dead or unconscious in under ten seconds. The demogorgon then picked up one of the guns and brandished it at the last few. The Lab people instinctively raised their hands. He gestured with the barrel of the gun for them to drop their guns, which they did, but before he could threaten them into doing an Egyptian worship dance, I saw another man rise up behind the demogorgon, who hadn't realized he was there, and I hadn't noticed him either until that moment, as he hadn't been participating in the attack.

"Watch out- behind you!" I warned, but before anything else could happen, the man drew a huge syringe and stabbed it into the demogorgon's neck, emptying the fluid vial. That shocked me, as I didn't think anything could break his titanium skin, but then I noticed a bullet shell by my foot. It was large and blunt, and it relied on force to break the skin. The syringe needle was thin and sharp. So that was his weakness.

The injection didn't take effect instantly, so the demogorgon managed to spin and punch his attacker in the gut before stumbling groggily.

"Y/N?" He croaked, and then crumpled to the ground. I could tell if he was just asleep or he had been euthanized, and the fact that he generally looked dead when he was asleep didn't help. 

The slimeball who had doped him calmly bent down and pulled the needle out of his neck. Dark blood trickled from the point of entry and dripped onto the ground. 

"The name is Dr. Owens," he introduced himself. "And you had better come with me. We have some things to take care of