𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘢𝘵𝘴 ~ 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Twelve:
Peanut Butter Pancakes
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A spew of curses left Ramona's mouth as she watched Dustin slowly approach Dart. "Fuck, shit, fuck, shit, fuck! Sorry, sorry. Fuck-"

"Sh. Stop." The boy hushed, raising his hand to silence the group. "Trust me. Please."

"Dustin.." Ramona muttered under her breath. "Careful."

"Hey, it's me. It's just your friend. It's Dustin." Dustin cooed, pulling down his mask and pulling off his goggles. "It's Dustin. You remember me? Will you let us pass?"

Ramona jumped, her grip tightening on the sleeves of Steve's jacket as she stepped back when the creature snarled at him. Dustin squeezed his eyes shut, "Okay.. Okay, I'm sorry. I'm sorry about the storm cellar. That was a pretty douchey thing to do. You hungry? Yeah?"

"What is he.." Ramona's voice trailed off as she leaned forward, her sentence being cut short when Steve put his arm in front of her to stop her from moving. He sent her a warning look, silently telling her to stay put.

"I've got our favorite. See? Nougat." Dustin held the candy bar. He slowly unwrapped it as Dart approached him cautiously. "Look at that. Yummy. Here, all right? Eat up, buddy. Come on. Come on."

Ramona held her breath as she tiptoed past the demo-dog. A sigh of relief left her lips as Mike made it over, now the only one left was Dustin. She watched Dustin slip his goggles on over his face with baited breath. "Good bye, buddy."

"Let's go, let's go." Steve said urgently, pointing up. "Come on, come on, let's go!"

"Whope-" Ramona stumbled over her feet as Steve pushed her in front of him, wanting to make sure that she got to safety before he did.

"Careful, Jesus!" Mike scoffed, rolling his eyes. "You've already damaged her enough!"

A silence

A disbelieving laugh slip past Ramona's lips, breaking the awkward silence, as she covered her face with her hands. "Holy shit. I thought we were fucking dead."

"Not on my watch." Steve pointed out, "Told you I wasn't gonna let you die and-"

"That's what you intend to do, I know." Ramona cut him off, deepening her voice to mimick his. "Should start calling you Mr. broken record."

Steve scoffed jokingly, "Okay, García."

"Okay.. Harrington." Ramona mimicked again, a giggle slipping past her lips as Steve nudged her.

"Quit it." Steve said, "All right, come on. Let's go. It's this wa-"

Steve's sentence was cut off as the tunnel began to rumble. Ramona raised her arms, wincing as pain shot through her arm, trying to keep her balance. "Shit."

"What was that?" Max asked at the sound of the monster's disant roaring.

"We need to get out of here." Ramona said shakily, shining her flashlight around the winding tunnels.

"They're coming.." Mike said slowly, his voice lowering as the growling grew closer. "Run! Run!"

"Shit!" Ramona cursed, stumbling back as she turned to run towards the exit. "Joder, joder, joder, joder .. mierda, mierda, joder, mierda."