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Steve opened up the back of his car, throwing me the keys as he went to pick up his prized possession. The nail-bat. "Can I call you bat-man?" I asked, laughing. Sleep deprived equals my best humor. I'm not wrong.

Steve gave me a look, slamming the boot shut again. "No."

As the three of us walked over the shutter, Steve shone the only flashlight we had over the door. "This is it?" I asked, and Dustin nodded.

The older boy leaned over the shutter doors, not even touching it but listening carefully. "I don't hear shit." He says. Well, we're all saved, thank God for Steve Harrington!

"He's down there." Dustin insisted. Steve glanced over at the two of us, shining the light in our faces before back down at the two doors. He leaned over, hitting the doors lightly with the bat. Nothing.

Steve swung the bat upwards and down at the door, the sound of it hitting echoing around us. He shined the light back in our faces and I covered my eyes with my hand as he spoke. "Alright, listen, kid. I swear, if this is some sort of Halloween prank... you're dead."

"IT'S NOT." Dustin shouted at him, going blind.

"All right?" Steve clarified.

"It's not a prank..." Dustin muttered, pissed off. "Get out of my face." The boy next to me said.

"You got a key for this thing?"

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Dart had grown, again. He had grown out of his skin and decided to shed IN the shutter. How kind of him, yes, I know. The next few hours for us were spent getting raw meet from wherever we could: supermarkets, family fridges (especially Steve's... It would surprise you how many lamb chops we found) and whatever other place sold them.

Holding the gasoline canister in one hand, and one of the three heavy buckets in another, I then heard the voice I didn't wanna hear. "Dustin? This is Lucas? Do you copy?"

"Well, well, well." Dustin says, making me smirk. "look who it is!"

"Sorry, man." I placed down the canister, listening to the boy and what he had to say. "My stupid sister turned it off."

"Well, when you were having sister problems, Dart grew again." He told the boy.

"Don't forget that he escaped and that we're all pretty sure he's a baby Demogorgon." I tell Dustin, and he almost smiled for a moment. This was a horrible idea.

"Wait. What?!" We heard Lucas ask.

"I'll explain later." Dustin says to him. "Just meet me, Park and Steve at the old junkyard."

"Steve?!" The questions just kept on coming.

"And bring your binoculars and wrist rocket." He added on for him

"STEVE HARRINGTON?!" As Lucas asked the question, Steve slammed the boot of his car shut and I picked up the canister once again.

"Alright, let's go." The two of us began to walk and Dustin quickly followed behind.

"JUST BE THERE, STAT! Over and out."

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"All right, so let me get this straight," Steve began. Oh, good God the guy with the big puffy hair was still talking. "YOU KEPT SOMETHING YOU KNEW WAS PROBABLY DANGEROUS, IN ORDER TO IMPRESS A GIRL WHO... YOU JUST MET." I nearly laughed if it wasn't for the fact that it was a literal fucking Demogorgon.