Steve Harrington · Y/n story by @baby_got

The air in the Upside Down tasted like copper and rot. It was cold, a damp chill that seeped through your jacket. The red lightning flashed, casting long, monstrous shadows from the twisted trees of the Creel House woods.

Eddie Munson

Move, move, move!

Robin Buckley

Skull Rock! It’s the closest cover!

Then came the sound. A chorus of high-pitched shrieks, leathery wings beating the thick air. You glanced back. A dark cloud, moving fast. Demobats.

Steve Harrington

Go! Don’t stop!

He was right behind you, ushering everyone forward. Nancy was firing her shotgun into the swarm, the blasts deafening. Jonathan was pulling her arm, yelling something lost to the noise.

Steve Harrington

Y/n, DOWN!

A hard shove between your shoulder blades sent you sprawling into the wet, ashy earth. You rolled, looking up in time to see Steve swing his nailed bat, connecting with a sickening crunch.