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Natasha Moore had never been known to open up to anyone, especially if they weren't her best friend or little sister. She'd always stayed close...
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Natasha entered the kitchen, walking up to Steve who looked away from the kids and at her in worry. "Nat," He mumbled as he saw her tear filled eyes, and she just shook her head and wrapped her arms around his waist. He glanced over at the kids as he wrapped his arms around her, who all had confused looks on their faces.
"Tasha, are you okay?" Sharon quietly asked, looking at her sister in worry.
"Do you think she's okay?" Dustin asked. "I mean, she just found out she has a twin and on top of that we're dealing with all this. Not to mention she's-"
"Shut up, Dustin." The blonde mumbled, turning her head away from the kids. "I'm okay. I just needed a hug."
"That's really weird, hearing that come from you." Beck furrowed her eyebrows.
"We all need a hug sometimes," Sharon said. "Even Natasha."
It then got silent between the group, the only sound heard was the occasional sniffling or the shuffling of Mike's shoes when he walked out of the kitchen to grab something.
Steve glanced down at the girl, as she pulled away and looked at him. "I'm sorry I left you with Emily like that."
"Don't worry about it. You needed to be alone for a bit." He shrugged, brushing her hair behind her ear. "I would've just been worried if you didn't come back."
"I didn't want to be alone. I wanted you there, I just-"
"Did you guys know that Bob was the original founder of Hawkins AV?" Mike asked, cutting their quiet conversation off as he held something, his back faced to the kitchen.
"Really?" Sharon asked. "That's actually super cool."
"He petitioned the school to start it and everything," Mike said, turning to the group, beginning to walk over. "Then he had a fundraiser for the equipment. Mr. Clarke learned everything from him."
"Pretty awesome, right?" He then asked, approaching the kitchen table.
"Yeah," Most of the kids, including Max and Alexis, agreed.
"We can't let him die in vain," Mike spoke, setting the blue cube thing on the table. It was Bob's, and Beck stared at it with a sad look as Dustin looked up at the boy.
"Well what do you want to do, Mike? Alright, the Chief's right on this, we can't stop the Demodogs on our own." He said, clearly annoyed.
"Demodogs?" Max asked with a light scoff.
He looked at her, holding his left hand up- "Demogorgon." Then he held up his right hand, "Dogs." He then pushed his hands together. "Demodogs. It's like a compound. It's like a play on words-"
"Okay, we get it, nerd." Alexis cut the boy off, causing him to look down at his hands, which were now resting on the table.
"I mean, when it was just Dart, maybe..." Beck started.
