Demogorgon X Reader

Testing (not the SBAC kind thankfully)

Eleven's pov

It felt strangely quiet when I was walking back, and it wasn't from the lack of birds singing or cars traversing on the road, since that would be unusual in such a dead place as the Upside Down, but there seemed to be absolutely no one, even though I hadn't gotten back to the teachers' lounge to see my gang yet. The suspicion crawling like ants on my skin, I sped up, but kept my footsteps from echoing since that creeps me out. When I got to the wing that the lounge was on, I saw the door was wide open, but I couldn't hear their familiar voices joking or arguing inside. Was this some kind of a joke? Were they going to then jump out and scare me? Somehow I knew that wasn't the case. 

I slowly peered into the room, allowing myself to survey the damage one inch at a time. There were used machine gun bullets everywhere, holes in the couch and the lazy boy chair which had been knocked askew from the wall, and a drop of blood stained the floor in one place: the Lab people had been visiting, and they had abducted my friends. I turned and walked out the doorway, searching for a path that they had left which consisted of torn cobweb-membranes and scuffle marks in the soot. I knew that above all, I had to find them, and I was ready to face the hardships.

Demogorgon's pov

The first thing I felt was pain when I regained consciousness, but you knew that. My neck ached like a fricken bitch though. I groaned, rubbing my neck and discovering that someone had wrapped gauze around it, which admittedly might have saved me from bleeding to death since the needle enter my jugular vein. But still, it felt like that motherfucker was thicker than my cock. Also why did that asshole do that? It was just self defense, and I was protecting Y/N and Chelsea, so please don't go on about how I'm a heartless, homocidical monster ok? I'm asking you nicely. I mean, what was he trying to achieve by doping me? Did it increase his paycheck in some way, and also why did he come here in the first place?

I didn't get an answer to any of my questions, so I sat up and surveyed the room. It was probably an interrogation room(because apparently they needed special rooms for that shit) but it was barren except for an overturned chair, and a window took up two thirds of the wall to my left. On the other side of glass were two men, a chubby middle aged man with spiky salt and pepper hair and a younger guy of Korean or Japanese origin. They sat comfortably at a desk and watched me expectantly through the window. I suddenly felt super exposed, even more than I had felt when Eleven barged in on Y/N and I banging, which had been pretty awkward, and at the time I was terrified and I thought I was going to die.

I mean, it could be worse, and I could have awakened to find myself strapped to an operation table while the Lab people cut me open and dissected me alive, but it was kind of weird two have two guys staring at me through the window. Then I realized that one of them- the salt and pepper guy- had been the one who sedated me back at the school. I caught a glimpse of his face just before I blacked out. I may not have eyes but I can remember a face pretty well, especially when they "gave me a vaccination shot". In a blur of rage, I grabbed the chair and smashed it against the window with all my strength, which is pretty damn strong if I do say so myself. To my surprise, nothing happened, but the chair creaked in protest and would probably break if I tried that again. I tossed it and tried roundhouse kicking the window, but it barely even shook. The psycho syringe guy wrote something on a clipboard, the corners of his mouth twitching. With nothing else to do, I howled in fury at him and flipped him off. Syringe Guy and Korean both raised their eyebrows. Serves them right. I saw a small red light flashing in the corner. Turning fast, I saw it was a small security camera. Dammit, what was with the high level of intrusiveness here? I snatched the camera off the wall, hearing in satisfaction wires ripping and breaking. I chucked the camera against the ground, pieces shot in all directions. Syringe wagged his finger at me and gave me the eyebrow. How dare that dumb fuck tell me what to do! I picked up a large piece of the former security camera and smashed it against the window. They may have had unbreakable windows, but their cams were not such high standards. Syringe began to talk busily with Korean, which involved a lot of head shaking and hand motions. Finally, Syringe walked out of the room and I didn't see him for a few minutes. Then the large, heavy metal door slid open and Y/N entered quickly, the door closing quickly behind her. Syringe returned to his post in front of the window. For once, I didn't care that I was being stared at by probably a dozen people in some way or another. We ran to each other, and I wrapped her in a crushing hug. It was kind of awkward since her head barely reached my sternum, but we pulled it off. We looked back at the observers, and unsurprisingly Syringe was taking more notes.