❛ I'll always come back to you, Twelve ❜
In which 011 & 012 find themselves on the run after escaping Hawkins Lab, meeting new faces and finding old ones.
❪ Dustin Henderson x Male!OC ❫
❪ season 1 - 3 ❫
will NOT be back for season 4
| 2019
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"DO YOU WANT ANYTHING TO DRINK?WEHAVEOJ, skim milk...what else?" Mike listed as he leads Eleven and Twelve upstairs. Mike had waited until his mom left with Holly for the grocery store before riding his bike back home, skipping school.
Twelve and Eleven glanced around, Eleven walked away, but Twelve followed Mike into the kitchen with a look that resembled a confused puppy. "...OJ?"
Mike stopped, looking at the boy, smiling slightly. "Orange juice! You want to try some?"
Twelve looked at the boy blankly, staring down at the plushie in his arms, before nodding. Mike laughed softly and went to the cupboard and pouring some of the liquid into the cup and handing it to Twelve.
The boy takes a cautious sip and scrunches his face at the slight sourness, putting the cup on the counter he sticks his tongue out slightly shaking his head, before heading to the living room where Mike had followed Eleven.
Twelve heard them talking...well Mike talking as the boy walked around.
Twelve sat on the living room couch wincing at the pain that coursed his body but smiled, bouncing on the furniture slightly, before his smile dropped and got off the couch, already bored.
Twelve sighed, looking around once more he joins Eleven and Mike by some pictures.
Twelve looked at one picture, in particular, a girl, a teen. The boy scanned the photo, taking in the girl's chestnut-colored hair, her smile that showed the dimples on her cheeks, her big blue-grey eyes. This girl was pretty in his eyes.
"Pretty," Eleven whispered looking at the same picture as Twelve nodded cuddling Ben closer to his body as he imagined Three, this girl in the picture looked about Three's age maybe a little older.
Mike's face scrunched up, "I guess. That's my sister Nancy. And that's baby Holly." Mike trailed off as the two continued looking at the pictures.
Twelve cracked a smile at the sight of the little blonde girl named Holly in the picture, before turning to Eleven as she walks towards a comfortable-looking chair. But shakes his head and looks around not interested.
You're taking a liking to these people... The voice echoed, their voice soft like always...so caring and sweet. Protective.
Wrong? Twelve furrowed his brows, glancing at the other two in the room, making sure Mike doesn't see how distressed he looks. Eleven just looks towards him slightly and nods discreetly a small smile ghosting her face.
Not wrong just...dangerous. You need to be careful. And if you bring these people into it...you have to protect them.
Like I protect others? Twelve squeezed Ben's tentacle three times thinking of how he left Five, Four, and Three behind. How he could maybe have saved them.
