Stranger Things x Reader Oneshots

•The Flayed• Billy Hargrove

Requested? Nope
Warnings: Swearing, angst, season three spoilers (but I'm gonna stop counting that as a warning from now on because I'm pretty sure everyone has seen it by now)
Word Count: 3.9k
A/N: Quoting Martha Dunstock, "What can I say? I'm a sucker for a happy ending." Better get used to 'angst with a happy ending,' because that's pretty much all I can write.

You cry into your pillow. You were terrified beyond belief. You were covered in scrapes and cuts, some bloody and some too shallow to bleed.

You don't know what's happening. One minute you were walking home from Billy's house— his parents weren't home and he planned a nice date— and the next minute, you hear an awful, blood curdling screech.

You somewhat remember falling, and being dragged, but after is a weird blur of colors and noise. You can't remember what happened, why do you feel this way?

You feel like your in the backseat of a car with your eyes closed. You feel yourself move, but you don't have a choice in where you're going, and can't see to know where you're going.

You whimper, sweat slicked across your features. You were unbearably warm, no matter how much you open your window. The cool summer breeze wasn't cutting it.

You stand, the motion looking robotic and stiff, and walk into the bathroom. You turn the bathtub faucet as cold as possible, and step in. Normally the cold would make you shiver, but now, the icy water barely brings down your temperature.

You don't know what's happening to you, but you know you can't call Billy or the party. You don't want to scare them or make them worry.

"Jesus Christ, what the hell is wrong with me?"

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"So let me get this straight," Billy says, standing in front of the party, Steve, Jonathan, and Nancy. "Monsters are real, they come from some weird ass lab, you named them after creatures in a goddamn game, that one," he points to El, "has powers, and my girlfriend is possessed?" They all glance at each other.

"Look, we know it sounds crazy, but—"

"'Sounds crazy'? Understatement of the fucking year!" Billy cuts Jonathan off and runs a hand through his curly hair.

"But, we've done this before. We can save her," Jonathan finishes. Billy paces the small Byers's living room, tears in his eyes. He was worried and scared for you, more scared than he's ever been.

You've been MIA for a while, getting people for your army— well, his army. Eventually, everyone who knew of the upside down put two and two together. Now, they're trying to figure out a plan to get that monster out of you. They would've figured out a plan by now if Billy didn't barge in.

     "So what do we do?" Billy asks.

     "I can find her," Eleven speaks up in a meek voice. "I need a picture of her." Billy doesn't ask questions, instead fishing his wallet out of his back pocket and grabbing the small photo he started carrying when you went missing.

     He looks at the small picture. It was creased the middle from being folded. This picture was his favorite of you. It was of you and Billy at some party, one of the people there was taking pictures and gave this one to him.

     "Here," Billy says in a gruff voice, hesitantly handing off the photo. El smiles lightly and grabs the picture, walking off to grab a radio.