THANTOPHOBIA | WILL BYERS ² ✔

The Gate [Pt.2]

We went into Will's room to figure out a plan.

He was so still on the bed.

"He likes it cold," Joyce murmured.

"What?" Hop asked.

"It's what Will kept saying to me. He likes it cold!" She ran and pulled the window down. "We keep giving it what it wants!"

"If this is a virus, and Will's the host, then..." Nancy began.

"Then we need to make the host uninhabitable." Jonathan finished.

"So if he likes it cold..." Nancy said.

"We need to burn it out of him." Joyce finished.

"We have to do it somewhere he doesn't know this time." Mike said.

"Yeah, somewhere far away." Dustin said.

Hopper then suggested his cabin, and that's what we agreed on.

Hopper flung Will over his shoulder and headed out with Jonathan and Joyce.

Nancy and Steve were doing something outside, I think they were looking for something.

Mike was talking to El outside, saying goodbye, because El was gonna close the gate.

Me and the others went out as El got into Hop's van

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So currently, I was with Dustin and Steve in the kitchen, Dustin was clearing out the fridge, and Steve was holding the dead demodog.

Why?

Nobody knows.

Dustin flung the last rack of the fridge onto the floor. "All right," He said. "It should fit now."

"Is this really necessary?" Steve asked.

"Yes it is, okay?! This is a ground-breaking scientific discovery! We can't just, bury it in like some common MAMMAL, okay?! It's not a dog!!" Dustin snapped.

"Or..." I began. "Are you just sad you lost Dart?" I said, trying to be real.

"This isn't about Dart!"

"Is it, though?"

"Just put the thing in the damn fridge already," He snapped.

"All right, all right, all right." Steve said, annoyed. "But y'all are explaining this to Mrs. Byers, all right?"

"No, no, no. DUSTIN is gonna be the one explaining, right?"

"Why me?"

"Dustin, come on, seriously. NONE OF US WANNA KEEP THE DAMN THING, LET ALONE MRS. BYERS!" I said.

Dustin just glared at me, flinging his arms up.

"So, final word," I said. "You're explaining. Got it?"

"Fine," He mumbled under his breath, and looked back at the demodog.

Steve then jammed it into the fridge, its slobber getting all over the side.

I gagged and turned my head.

"See, this is why you don't put dead creatures inside your friend's fridge," I gagged.

"Christ, help me out," Steve said, clearly struggling.

"I'ma let Dustin figure this one out." I said.

Dustin scoffed. "Is this amusing to you?"

I chuckled. "Yes, in fact is, Dustin." I grinned widely.