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Operation Demogorgon 2.0

Eddie Munson x fem!oc

Summary; with Will's new vision, the party becomes panicked with the possibility of Vecna returning. Previously unbelieving, you begin experiencing the exact symptoms as someone about to fall under Vecna's curse.

Warnings; blood, nosebleeds, obsessive behavior, mentions of obsessive!eddie, mentions of pervert!eddie, mentions of stalking, reader gets Vecna'd, Neil is out of the picture/Billy's been taken in by Hopper, dead bodies, death, traumatic memories, PTSD, angst

Author's Note; this got way longer than I planned. Apologies in advance for angst, but your welcome in advance for Eddie and Billy being soft with dogs :)

PART ONE | PART TWO

"Okay, Will, start it again, from the top. You lost me at migraines. " Said Steve, holding his hands out to stop Will.

After Will's episode at the Arcade, Eddie and Dustin wasted no time in rushing him to the Hopper-Byer's household. It was a decently sized house - about as big as the Byers' old one in Lenora - that was secluded off into the woods as before. In a lot of aspects, it was just a larger version of Hopper's cabin.

Upon ushering a still shaken Will through the door, they were met with a very concerned Eleven Hopper and a semi-confused Billy Hargrove.

"What's going on?" Eleven asked, seeing Will's state.

"El, get the phone, call the others." Dustin said hurriedly.

"Dustin-"

"EL! We need everyone here, now!"

They all went silent and stared at each other with wide eyes for a moment before Billy came up behind Eleven.

"Go get the phone, El." Billy said. Reluctantly, Eleven ran into the kitchen.

Twenty minutes later, their livingroom was filled with an uneasy atmosphere as Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley, Nancy Wheeler and her brother Mike, Will's brother Jonathan, Max Maxfield, and Lucas Sinclair and his sister Erika arrived and crowded together.

Will had done his best to explain what had happened in his episode, but apparently a majority of them were completely lost. They all nodded their heads in agreement when Steve told Will to slow down and explain his episode in more simpler terms.

The younger boy sighed and crossed his arms, slightly frustrated. "Vecna is planning something." Will said. "When I had my vision, he wasn't actually in it - I never saw him. But I could feel him. It was like he was there, hiding somewhere."

"Like he was waiting for someone?" Suggested Robin.

Will glanced over at her. "More like...something." He said. "But the whole time, I wasn't really there either. I mean, I was, but I was...invisible, i guess."

"Will-" Said Nancy, sounding impatient. Will snapped his eyes toward her. "What happened. Did Vecna tell you anything?"

Will stared at her for a moment. "Not verbally. He showed me things. "

"What did he show you?"

"He showed me Y/n." Will quickly glanced at Eddie. "She was in her house, alone. She was looking through her cabinets and she pulled out a bottle of pills; pain killers. Tylenol."

Max's eyes widened. "She's having migraines."

Will nodded. "I watched her take them and she braced herself against her counter. She had this look on her face...she looked like she was going to pass out. She seemed so exhausted."

"If she's been having headaches non stop, then of course she's exhausted." Steve said matter-of-factly. Both Max and Nancy shot him a look.

"There was more though." Will said. "There was a noise from somewhere in her house. Y/n heard it too, because she looked up. At first I thought it was the doorbell, but then I heard it again, and I realized it was a chime. Y/n started following it. She was walking so slowly, though. Like she was moving through honey. Or maybe she was scared. But she followed it to the basement, and the third chime went off as she was going down the steps. It was completely dark until she turned the lights on, but then that's when she saw the clock from Henry's house. It was in the floor - like inside the floor. The concrete was cracked around it, almost like the clock had been forcing it's way out of the ground. Y/n walked to it, and she stood over it - I could see her reflection in the glass staring back. Then a drop of something red suddenly fell onto it ,and then another, and another. I couldn't tell what it was at first, but then Y/n brought her hand up and touched her nose, and her fingers were covered in blood.

"She's been having nosebleeds too." Max whispered.

"That's when the fourth chime went off. I could hear Y/n breathing really heavily - she was scared. I could tell. She sort of stumbled away from the clock after that, and she ran back up the stairs to leave the basement. When she slammed the door, I was back in the arcade."

Everyone was silent for a moment once Will finished. They were all trying to process what he'd told them, and what it all meant.

"Max was right." Eleven finally said. Eveeyone turned their heads to her as she looked up. "One is after Y/n."

She was the only one brave enough to admit out loud.

"We've got to do something." Lucas said.

Steve turned to him. "Like what? We don't know how long she's been under the curse, we don't know when he's going to strike!"

"We need to tell her about it! The Upsidedown, what happened to Will - everything."

Suddenly, Dustin cleared his throat. "She already knows." Everyone that wasn't Eddie, Will, Steve and Nancy stopped their arguing to turn to Dustin with aghast expressions. "We kinda told her...today..." Mike was perhaps the most furious of them all.

"You what?!" Mike gasped.

"We had too!" Dustin exclaimed in defense. "If we didn't, Y/n would've gone her whole life thinking Eddie was a pervert!"

"She believed you?!"

"I mean, no, but-"

"JESUS CHRIST-" Eddie suddenly shouted, causing Dustin and Mike to go silent. "Can the two of you please stop your petty, childish arguing? It doesn't matter, not important. What does matter is finding a way to stop Vecna. Alright?" Dustin and Mike both mumbled quiet agreements. Eddie now turned to Will. "Byers, was there anything else you saw? Any hints or something that would tell you when Vecna's going to make his move?"

Will was silent while he thought. There wasn't anything, really. He thought back to what you been wearing; the brown corduroy sweater you had over your blue arcade shirt that day. But you wore that all the time. But if Will really thought, he could remember the glimpse of the calendar he was able to catch as you left the kitchen. The last day that had been marked off with a red X was June 5th. The current date was June 6th.

"I don't think that my vision has happened yet." Will finally said after a few moments. Everyone gave him questioning looks. "She had a calendar in her kitchen. All the days were marked off up until today." Will paused. "I think I saw the future, and I think that future was later today."

Everyone exchanged looks."Wait, are you sure?" Eddie asked. "On Saturday's her shift doesn't end 'til 9."

"If she's been having constant migraines, Keith might've let her leave early." Robin said quickly.

"Yeah." Steve nodded in agreement.

"Okay, we have to assume Vecna is making his move today, and that he's making it soon." Nancy stated.

"Will, do you know what time this is supposed to happen?" Jonathan asked his brother.

Will furrowed his eyebrows as he tried to remember any sign he'd noticed in his vision that would give him his answer. Then it came to him; the light flooding in from your kitchen windows had been a golden orange - the color of the sunset.

"The sun was setting." Will said quickly.

"Its completely dark in an hour and a half." Billy said. The other's all turned to where he was standing up against the wall behind them all, previously having been completely silent. "Her house is almost forty minutes away. If we're gonna do something, we need to leave now."

"Billy's right." Steve said, surprising everyone with that fact that he'd just agreed with Billy Hargrove. The other boy raised his eyebrows, seeming surprised as well.

"El," said Jonathan. The girl turned to her brother. "Go get your Walkman. Just in case." As the teenager quickly ran to her room, Jonathan turned to Eddie. "Do you know Y/n's favorite song?"

Eddie nodded. "Yeah. 'Mr. Sandman'."

Billy scoffed. "Basic."

"Right? She's obsessed with the Chordettes."

Eleven came running back to the room with her Walkman in hand, and handed it to Jonathan, who stood up from where he was sitting on the sofa with Nancy.

"Someone's gotta stay here with the kids." Said Steve. "And it's not gonna be me this time."

Before the teenagers could attempt to cause an arguement about being left behind, Robin raised a hand. "I'll stay. I don't wanna chance getting possessed as well."

Nancy glanced over at her. "I'll stay with Robin. You boys can go."

"Hey!" Said Dustin, standing up. "Why can't we come with you guys?"

"Because we don't need twenty people to go." Steve said simply. "Besides, this isn't a 'party' thing. Four people is enough."

"But why do we need babysitters-"

"DUSTIN! We don't have time for this! Stop!" Steve interrupted, impatiently. Dustin quickly closed his mouth. Steve sighed and looked up at Billy. "Your car?" He asked.

"Yeah." The blonde pulled his keys out of his pocket. "C'mon."

Eddie exhaled as he stood up to follow Billy, Steve and Jonathan. "Well, looks like it's time for Operation Demogorgon 2.0"

The four men filed out the front door, and Will watched solemnly out the window as they climbed into Billy's Camaro and started pulling out of the long driveway. Will glanced at the sun. The sky was turning yellow.

They didn't have much time.

It was easy to say you hadn't had the best day.

For starters, you gotten locked in a room with your stalker, who proceeded to try and convince you that there was an alternate dimension full of monsters that wanted you dead. Then, your headaches - which you thought had finally gone away - had come back, and you didn't have any pain killers with you. You'd tried your best to ignore the pounding in your head for the rest of your shift, but eventually it got to the point where it felt like you had a horrible hangover. Thankfully, Keith had let you go home a few hours early, so when you got home as the sun was just beginning to set, the first thing you did was change out of your ugly shirt and stumble into the kitchen to find the Tylenol.

Your golden retriever - Louis - sat a little ways away, watching as you shuffled through the dozens of bottles of pills in the cabinets above your sink, before pulling out the bottle of Tylenol. You popped two of the pills onto your mouth before swallowing them try. You sighed heavily after that, and leaned against your counter, closing your eyes.

You were so tired - you had been for a week. And you didn't have a single clue why. Yeah, you were stressed out, but it wasn't anything you weren't used to. Something had been really off the past week, though. You spaced out more often, and these headaches seemed to be making everything much worse.

As you stood there, braced under your arms, you heard something loud and echoing come up through your house. You raised your head, and looked around. Had it been your doorbell? You looked out the window, not seeing a silhouette behind the blinds. You furrowed your eyebrows and stood up straight.

Slowly, you moved into the hallway, and looked down it, your eyes set on the basement door at the very end. The chime sounded again, almost louder than before, as if you were getting closer to it's source. In the kitchen, Louis whined quietly and cowered under the table.

You began walking down the hallway towards the door. It was as if there was some force drawing you to it - like an imaginary string tied to your waist, slowly pulling you along. You didn't blink once as you advanced on the door, too focused on reaching whatever this was.

The doorknob was cold as you set your hand upon it, which was unusual, considering was the middle of summer. You slowly opened the door to your basement, and began moving down the steps, almost robotically. It didn't feel like you were the one walking. It was incredibly chilly in the basement, but you didn't shiver. You couldn't. You were far too lost in this mysterious trance.

As you reached the bottom of the stairs, you heard the third chime. Then you saw the exact source of the noise.

There was a large grandfather clock in your basement. It was brown and expensive looking - probably made of dark oak or mahogany. But this clock definitely wasn't a normal clock. The give away was how it was embedded into the concrete floor of the basement. Around its shape, the floor was cracked outward, like the clock had forced it's way up from under the cement.

You felt fear now as you continued to walk towards it. You walked to turn around and flee, but something wouldn't let you. You were physically drawn towards the timepiece.

Standing beside it, you slowly moved to lean over it and stare. You could see your reflection in the glass - you could see the fear in your eyes.

Then suddenly, something dark red and watery fell from above and landed on the glass. This was followed by another drop, and another, until there was a collection of red droplets on the glass, almost like an evil mosaic. You could feel something hot and sticky dripping down your nose and lip. Shakily, you lifted a hand and felt something wet when you touched your nose. When you brought your hand down, you widened your eyes to see blood.

You almost jumped in your skin when the clock chimed for a fourth time beneath you.

Along with fear, panic quickly found a way into your chest. Breathing heavily, you stumbled away from the clock and ran up the stairs faster than you ever remembered doing. When you reached the door, you fumbled with the doorknob before swinging it open and turning around to slam it closed.

You were left the sound of your beating heart and heavy breathing after that. You stared at the basement door with wide eyes before taking your hand away and turning around.

You expected to be standing in your hallway, but you were instead met with the sight of a grimy white hallway and dim, blown out lights above you.

You looked around frantically, and you realized if you loked past the way it was degraded, you recognized this place.

At the sound of a loud knock on the door behind you, you gasped and jumped in shock you spun around, and found that this was no longer your basement door, and was white and scratched with weather and age.

"Ms. L/n?" Said a strange voice from behind the door. "I have unfortunate news, I'm afraid. It's your parents...they aren't expected to make it through the night." Your breath caught in your throat. You'd heard those words before. "Will you open the door, Ms. L/n?" Asked the voice, only this time, in sounded different, it sounded warped, and deep, and evil. "Hey! Open the door! OPEN THE DOOR!"

You gave a dry sob as you listened to the horrible screaming. Then you were startled as something start pounding on the door. You backed away, and watched as the door started to shake and come free of its hinges.

This time, you were able to run. And you ran.

As you fled down the hallway, the lights that did work started to flicker. Many times you almost tripped over discarded wheelchairs and broken, toppled over stretchers in the way.

"OPEN THE DOOR! OPEN THE DOOOOR!"

The demotic screaming and banging only continued to get louder as you ran away. Tears had started streaming down your face.

"OPEN THE DOOOOR!"

Gasping, you flung open a door to a room on the left side of the hallway, and rushed inside, locking yourself inside it.

As soon as the door was close, the banging and the screaming ceased. Once again, you were left with nothing but your breathing and quiet sobbing.

Almost relieved, you slid down the wall next to the door, and covered your mouth to stifle your cries. You closed your eyes and you'd attempted to control your breathing and clam your heartrate.

But at the eerie screeching sound of something in the room, your eyes shot open.

On the wall to the left, there was a row of ominous black freezers. But theses freezers didn't hold food, they held dead bodies - you had stumbled into a morgue.

You watched with wide eyes and a heavily heaving chest as one of the freezers slowly slid open on its rusty hinges, revealing that the body inside was a woman's - one side of her face was heavily charred from a fire and her eyes were open and empty and stared at the ceiling above her. Silent tears streamed down your face and you pressed yourself further against the wall as if to stay away from the freezer.

Then with a gasp from you, the woman's head turned. Her dead eyes landed on yours, and her charred lips moved as she spoke in a warped, evil voice.

"Y/n..."

By the time Billy's Camaro pulled into the driveway of your house, the sun was almost set, leaving only a small strip of red able to be seen through the trees.

As soon as the car was off, the four boys jumped out and walked to the front door of the small house - Jonathan with Eleven's Walkman in hand. Anxiety practically filled the air surrounding them.

Eddie was the one to reach the door first. He rang the bell, and waited anxiously for you to answer. But he was waiting for nothing. You never answered. So he rang the doorbell again, and again, hoping you had just fallen alseep.

"Shit." Eddie muttered to himself. He started banging his fist on the door. "Y/n! Are you there?!"

Jonathan put a hand on his arm. "Hey, stop. We didn't make it here in time. See if the doors unlocked."

Eddie glanced at him before reaching for the doorknob. Sure enough, it was unlocked. He pushed the door open and stepped inside.

They were met with darkness. The lights in the living room were off, but there was a yellow glow coming from the kitchen and hallway.

Being the last to enter, Steve closed the door behind them, and found the switch to a lamp, turning it on so they could see their way around.

"Y/n?" Eddie called into the house. "Where you?! Y/n?"

He didn't get a response, and he wasn't expecting one of course, but he did hear a quiet canine whine. He looked around, and saw a fluffy looking golden retriever poking his snout out of the kitchen door way.

Eddie smiled just slightly. "Hey, buddy." He took a step forward, but the dog, whined and shrank back. "Hey, hey, it's alright. I'm not gonna hurtcha." He crouched down to be level with the dog, and held out his hand. Hesitantly, the golden retriever padded towards him, and cautiously sniffed the boy's hand. "Hi, its Louis, right?" The dog looked up at his face, as if responding to the name. Eddie's smile grew slightly and he started rubbing the soft fur on the dog's head. "I'm Eddie."

"Munson, what are you doing?" Billy asked as he stared at Eddie and the dog with a deadpan look.

Eddie glanced back at him. "Shut up." He turned back to Louis the dog and continued petting. "Hey, Louis, I need you to help me out, buddy. Can you do that?" Louis just stared up at him with dilated pupils. "Where's Y/n? Do you know where she is, boy? Huh?"

The dog turned his head towards the hallway entrance, and a low growl built up in his throat, his lips raising in a snarl. Eddie turned his head that was as well.

"She in there?" He asked.Louis just growled louder, but it ended in a whine when Eddie gave his head another soothing pet.

Eddie stood up and turned to the other three, who had been watching him silently. "She's in the hallway." He said. Jonathan held out the Walkman to Eddie as the four of them crept towards the hallway, and he took it and held onto it tightly.

The boys stopped in their tracks almost immediately when they were met with the sight of Y/n L/n standing at the end of the hallway with your head staring straight at them, and your eyes rolled into the back of your head, white and glazed over as if you were blind. A thick stream of blood flowed from your nose and down your lips.

Billy's mouth curved in a repulsed way. "Well that's unsettling."

"Shit." Eddie muttered, and quickly rushed down the hallway, stopping in front of your tranced form. He waved an hand in front of your face - you were unresponsive. "Shit!" He turned around and shoved the Walkman into Steve's chest. "Get these on her, I've gotta find Mr. Sandman."

Steve nodded. "Hurry."

"Y/n..."

You sobbed loudly behind your mouth as the charred corpse of your mother spewed your name in a voice that wasn't hers.

Then you jumped as a new bodies sat up from where it had been laying out on one of the metal tables in the center of the room. This was the body of a man with a burnt face and bleeding eyes. His broken arm shot toward you.

"Y/n..."

You let out a muffled scream into your hand. Shaking, you clawed at the wall as your scrambled to your feet. You jerked the door handle and flung it open, fleeing from the room with frantic sobs.

Once again you were running down the disarrayed hallways, only now you were running the calling of your dead parents.

"Y/n...Y/n...Y/n..."

As you ran, you glanced back, expecting to see the burnt, black bodies for you parents standing behind you, but there was nothing. Before you could turn around, you let out a scream as the floor beneath you snapped like wood and you fell through flames and smoke.

You landed hard on your back and found the wind knocked out of you. As you coughed and gasped for air, you felt your lungs burn as they filled with smoke instead of oxygen. Sitting up, you coughed more. You covered your mouth with your hand to prevent the inhale of ash again, and your eyes widened as you took in your surroundings.

It was your old house, the one that had caught fire and burnt your parents alive.

As the flames flickered and cackled around you, you could hear a new sound rise up over it all. It was the scream of a woman - the scream of a woman being consumed by flames.

Tears streaming from your eyes, you clamped your hands over you ears and closed your eyes. You didn't want to relive this.

"Y/n..."

Your eyes shot open. Something called your name, and you heard it despite your hands covering your ears. This wasn't the warped voice of the doctor and your parents, but this was still voice of something evil.

Taking you hands down, you looked up, and saw that in the fire-illuminated darkness, something was emerging.

It wasn't exactly human, but you didn't know what else it could be considered. It had horribly slimey and mutated looking skin - vines almost seemed to make it up. It had a hole of cartilage where its nose should have been, and its eyes were big and threatening. One of its hands had long, claw like fingers that looked as though they could tear so easily through skin.

Somehow - you didn't know why - you knew this creature was what had been causing your migraines and nosebleeds and your horrible nightmares. You knew it was the one causing this nightmare.

Shaking, you called out to it in an unsettlingly meager voice. "What do you want?!"

The creature emerged from the flames fully, revealing it's hideousness to you. "I want you...to join me."

"EDDIE!"

Eddie ignored Steve shouting his name from the hallway as he stood in your room, frantically going through your drawers in search of Mr. Sandman by The Chordettes.

He cursed to himself as each drawer he pulled open contained nothing but clothes.

"EDDIE! What are you doing?!"

"I'M LOOKING!" Eddie finally shouted back. Closing the drawer that contained pajamas, he moved to the one above it and pulled it open, only for his face to pale when he saw it was full of your underwear.

"LOOK FASTER!"

Eddie cursed and quickly closed that drawer, moving to the next one. He nearly screamed in happiness when he saw the cassettes it was filled with. He frantically shifted through them until he found the one with "Mr. Sandman - The Chordettes" written on the label in curly handwriting.

"I've got it!" Eddie said, out of breath from his panic as he came running back into the hallway.

Steve, Jonathan and Billy turned to him from where they surrounded you. Steve had gotten the headphones of Eleven's Walkman on your hand and over your ears, and held the cassette reader in his hand.

Eddie handed Mr. Sandman to Steve, who slipped it into the case and immediately hit play.

Everyone stood around you, waiting anxiously for something to happen, for you to open your eyes and gasp and show them you were alive and alright.

But they didn't get that. When they got was pure panic when your feet started to leave the ground and your body slowly rose toward the ceiling.

"What the fuck..." Billy whispered as they all stared up at your levitating body. He glanced at Eddie and Steve, whose eyes were wide with fear. "Harrington, what's happening?"

"Its Vecna." Steve said thickly. "We were too late."

"I want you...to join me."

You pushed your back against the charred wall behind you, silently crying as what you began to realize was the other-dimensional creature crowned Vecna advanced toward you through the flames.

You wanted to run, but there was no where to go. Everything around you was on fire.

Vecna stopped walking when he stood in front of you. Even as you weakly got to your feet, he was still a good three feet taller than you. As you stared up at him, he stared down at you, almost like he was studying your tear-stained face.

You grit you teeth as you spat up at him. "Leave me alone."

Vecna smirked, if that was possible. "I'm afraid that's not an option, Y/n. I cannot leave you alone, not until you've joined me. Not until my plan is complete."

Then you took a shakey inhale as the creature raised his clawed hand and held it above you. Some invisible force caused your bead to crane upward at look at the claws. New tears ran hot down your face.

Just as Vecna's hand started to lower itself towards your skin, he was interrupted by a echoing, strangely cheerful - and very familiar to you - noise.

"Bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum

Bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum"

Vecna's hand moved away just slightly as he looked around, trying to find the source of the noise. You'd already found it though.

"Mr. Sandman,

Bring me a dream

Make him the cutest that I've ever seen"

Behind Vecna, in the dark void he'd walked out of, you could see a spot the dream that had faded away, showing you a view of four familiar boys; Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, Jonathan Byers, and Billy Hargrove. All four of them were shouting your name as they stared up at your body, which was seven feet up in the air, unmoving.

"Give him two lips like roses and clover

And tell him that his lonesome nights are over"

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a spike of wood that was miraculously not yet touched by the fire. With as much speed as you could muster, you snatched the spike and let out a cry as you drove it through the slimey abdomen of the demon in front of you.

Vecna grunted it pain and jerked away from you, releasing you from whatever powerly hold his claws had on you. You fell against the wall, gasping for breath.

You didn't waste a second before you were running towards the tear of reality in front of you.

"Sandman, I'm so alone

Don't have nobody to call my own"

Through the smoke and the flames you ran through, you could hear Vecna's cries of anger. Above you, burning ceiling beams fell and attempted to stop you. But you kept running. You didn't stop until you were upon the panicking boys in your hallway, crying their names as they were yours.

"Please turn on your magic beam

Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream"

The first thing you heard wasn't even the next lyrics of the song. It was Jonathan Byers screaming "Oh, shit!"

You let out your own scream once you realized you were falling. Thankfully, you were caught by someone before you hit the floor.

Disoriented, you couldn't tell you was holding you until they pulled the headphones of a Walkman off your head and started calling your name.

"Y/n? Hey, Y/n? Can you hear me?"

Rapidly blinking away tears whatever after affect was left of your trance, you slowly came to realize you were on the floor with a familiar long haired brunette.

You sniffed, almost choking on the taste of copper it brought go your mouth due to your heavy nosebleed. You looked up at the face of the boy holding you above his lap.

"Ed-Eddie?" You said, your voice cracking.

He stared down at you, concern coating his features. "Yeah, its me." He said, careful not to be loud.

You let out a choppy exhale. "You goon-fuck," your voice was thick as it cracked. "I believe your story. I believe you now." You started crying for what felt like the hundredth time that day, and buried your face into Eddie's chest, your fists balling around his shirt.

Eddie held you a little closer, letting you stain his clothes with blood and tears. "You're okay now, Y/n. It's okay." He told you. He glanced up at the other three boys before speaking again. "Hey, I'm gonna pick you up now, alright? We're gonna get you out of here."

You didn't respond, but that was okay. You didn't need to.

Taking a deep breath, Eddie slipped his right arm under your knees and carefully got to his feet with Steve's help. He let you cling to his shoulder as they walked out of the hallway, towards the front door. Steve and Jonathan made sure to turn the hallway and kitchen lights off before they held the door open for Eddie.

As he was about to walk out with you, he turned back when he heard a quiet yelp behind him he turned around, seeing that Louis the golden retriever was standing in the kitchen doorway again, watching them almost sadly.

Eddie turned to Billy. "Hey, bring the dog."

Billy glanced at Louis skeptically. "What? Jim's got a pet fur allergy-"

"Just do it." Eddie said before walking out the doorway with you half-asleep in his arms.

Billy sighed to himself and looked down at Louis, who had taken a few pads toward the boy, and was looking up at him curiously.

Billy stared down at him. "You're lucky you're cute." He mumbled, before kneeling down and picking the golden retriever up in his arms, clicking the livingroom lamp off, and closing the front door as he walked out.

Eddie had carefully set you down inside the Camaro in the seat directly behind the driver's. After making sure you were alright, he closed the door softly and walked around to the passenger's seat. Steve and Jonathan were the ones who joined you in the backseat, and Billy set Louis back there with you, where your dog sensed your emotions and curled up in your lap.

As Billy pulled out of your driveway, Eddie looked up in the mirror to see you in the back, hand idly resting on Louis's fur, and head leaning against the headrest with your eyes staring straight forward with a ghosted, far off expression. Dried blood still covered your nose and lips.

Eddie sighed to himself, and looked down at the cassette in his hand. He slipped it inside the Camaro's stereo, glanced at you once more, and then hit play.

"Bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum

Bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum"

As you all left your house, you found yourself slipping out of consciousness and into sleep, no longer worrying that you would wake up screaming of your Vecna induced nightmares.

"Mr. Sandman,

Bring me a dream

Make him the cutest that I've ever seen

Give him two lips like roses and clover

And tell him that his lonesome nights are over

Sandman, I'm so alone

Don't have nobody to call my own

Please turn on your magic beam

Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream"

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