Y/n's pov
Dustin, Steve and I sat in his car.
It was dark now, and we were on our way to Dustin's house, Steve's infamous bat tucked into his car trunk.
Lucas and Max were no where to be seen and Mike and Will had something going on so it was just us now.
The car was silent, the soft tones of Freddie Mercury's "hammer to fall" being the only source of noise.
"Wait a sec, how big?" Steve asked, again, breaking the silence.
I sighed and leaned over the middle compartment between the passenger and driver's seat so Steve could see me.
"First it was like that." I said, stretching my index finger and my thumb apart to about an inch, showing Steve.
"Now he's like this." Dustin said, holding up his arms as I leaned back in my seat.
"I swear to god, man, it's just some little lizard, okay?" Steve said, his eyes returning to the road.
"It's not a lizard." Dustin said.
"How do you know?" Steve asked.
"How do I know if it's not?" Dustin repeated.
"Yeah, how do you know it's not just a lizard?" Steve said.
I rolled my eyes.
"Because his face opened up and he ate Dustin's cat!" I said loudly as Dustin smiled proudly and Steve's eyes widened slightly, accepting defeat as he pulled into Dustin's driveway.
We all got out of the car and walked back to Steve opening the trunk to reveal his spike bat that he had technically stole from Jonathan.
Steve tossed his keys to Dustin and grabbed the bat, slamming the trunk shut.
Steve followed Dustin and I as we walked to the backyard. The dreaded backyard.
The flashlight that I was holding was shining on the metal doors as we all stood above the cellar.
"I don't hear shit." Steve said.
"He's in there." Dustin assured.
Steve carefully leaned forward and tapped his bat on the metal doors.
Nothing.
He leaned forward again and whacked the door this time.
Still nothing.
Steve turned on his heel, grabbing the flashlight from me and pointing it in Dustin's face.
"Alright listen, kid. You too." He said, pointing the flashlight to my face for a second before putting it back on Dustin.
"I swear, if this is some sort of Halloween prank, you're dead." Steve said.
"It's not." Dustin said, wincing from the harsh light.
"It's not even Halloween, Steve." I said.
"Alright?" Steve asked again.
"It's not a prank." Dustin said, probably going blind at this point.
"Okay, get that out of his face." I said, snatching the flashlight back.
"You got a key for this thing?" Steve asked.
"Uhh, it's here... somewhere." I said, fumbling with the flashlight and digging through my pockets.
"Here." I said, handing it to Steve.
"Thanks, y/l/n." He said, unlocking the chain.
Steve ripped open the cellar doors to be met with darkness as he peered down into the cellar.
"Hey, uh, give me that flashlight." Steve said to me and I handed him it.
He looked down but all we saw were the stairs and the cold grey concrete.
"He must be farther down there." Dustin said.
"Y/n and I will stay up here in case he tries to...escape." Dustin said uncertainly, grabbing my arm to keep me from going anywhere.
Steve looked at us with a deadpanned expression before looking back into the dark staircase.
He shook his head and sighed, starting to descend into the darkness, his bat gripped tightly in one hand, flashlight in the other.
We watched with bated breath as he turned the corner when a click was heard and light swam between the cellar walls.
We both waited less than patiently as Steve walked around the cellar.
We were both getting nervous, hands locked together, so Dustin tried to see what was going on.
"Steve?" He called.
"Steve what's going on down there?" I asked with unease.
Suddenly, a flash of light was pointed straight at our faces and a worried looking Steve stood at the bottom of the cellar.
"Get down here." He ordered the two of us.
His voice sounded urgent, which in turn didn't help Dustin and I being nervous.
We walked down the cellar steps to be met with a slimy pale green sheen dangling from Steve's bat.
Dart's skin.
"Oh, shit." We both said in unison.
Steve shone the flashlight in a corner of the cellar where a large hole in the wall was prominent, slime and dirt oozing from it.
"Oh, shit!" We said again.
We took a closer look and saw that the tunnel that had been dug went way past our view.
Well, shit.
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