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psbbschool · 1 year ago
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How MSTI is Revolutionizing Car Scrapping in India
MSTI's innovative approach to car scrapping in India is revolutionizing how old vehicles are disposed of, addressing the challenges associated with car scrapping, and promoting environmentally responsible practices. The facility in Noida follows advanced technology and processes for scrapping vehicles, adhering to safety guidelines and environmental regulations.
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cmrkataria · 1 year ago
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gaadikey · 1 year ago
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Tata Motors opens state-of-the-art registered vehicle scrapping facility in Surat
Tata Motors, India’s leading automobile manufacturer, continues its commitment to sustainable mobility with the launch of its third Registered Vehicle Scrapping Facility (RVSF), in Surat, Gujarat. Named ‘Re.Wi.Re – Recycle with Respect’, this advanced facility was inaugurated by Mr. PB Balaji, Group Chief Financial Officer, Tata Motors. The state-of-the-art facility uses environmentally friendly…
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cthulhusstepmom · 1 year ago
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Fae!Soap Superstitious Bastard! Ghost: Gifts
(Just a heads up this got way more intense than I meant it to but that’s kind of the Fae for you.)
TW: mentions of torture, human remains
Soap is a collector, though not of any one thing that Ghost can discern. He’s seen the man pick up anything from an abandoned rolex to a nondescript piece of broken glass. It doesn’t seem to be about size, it’s not shape and definitely not value; Ghost had thought he’d pinned it down as things that caught the light a certain way but was swiftly proven wrong when Soap went on a spree of collecting pebbles and sticks. He’d glared sullenly at the first jagged gray rock when Soap had picked it up before swiftly changing the subject when he was noticed. There was no apparent rhyme or reason to any of it… well not quite. There was one singular pattern that stood out in his mind, a single thread that held firm no matter how much he rearranged or plucked at it.
 Anything that Ghost gave him, Johnny kept. 
The first had been a bit of pretty blue ribbon that was a close enough approximation to Soap’s eyes. It’d snagged on a bramble bordering the clearing where Ghost had set up for overwatch. Without even thinking he’d snagged it on his way to RV down the hill, offering it to Johnny in the armored car taking them back to base. Soap hadn’t said a thing. It was then that Ghost realized maybe giving your subordinate a piece of trash you’d found in a bush perhaps wasn’t the most well adjusted way to express affection. He’d been about to play it off with a quip, beginning to retract his fingers ever so slightly, when Johnny snatched it lightning quick from the palm of his hand, holding it close to his chest for a moment before stuffing it into his chest pocket next to his journal. Soap had given him a small strangled “Thank you” as they sat the rest of the ride in an awkward but warm silence. Johnny disappeared almost immediately after they got back to base but Ghost could see light in the space under his door so he wasn’t too worried that he’d done permanent damage to their relationship.
After that his eyes just seemed to catch on things that he assumed Johnny would like. He couldn’t help it. Little glass marbles, a river stone with an interesting marking, a large brown feather; Somehow it all made its way into the hands of his Sergeant. Usually with a gruff “Here”, barely waiting for Johnny to hold out his hands before he dropped his small offering into his gloved palms. Soap has also gotten over whatever his episode of silence had been, responding with a blinding smile and enthusiastic gratitude and a happy quip. (“Thanks Lt!” a piece of antler, Montana “Y’ shouldn’t have!” an old toy car, Finland “Find this on sale?” a scrap of pink fabric, Brazil “Ghost you’re spoiling me.” green river stone, India etc.(no he didn’t catalog all of them that would be creepy. He only wrote down his favorites.))
The next time Ghost thinks he’s permanently damaged their relationship and scared Soap off for good comes after an operation sweeping out an AQ base in Afghanistan. 
It’s stuffy and dark, the blistering heat of the day beginning to fade into the bitter chill of the night. The compound has long since been abandoned by all but the stubbornest of rats, slowly being reclaimed by the wild desert it carved its blackness into. They roll into the courtyard through the open front gate, the outer walls have seen multiple breacher charges and calling them walls at this point is more out of respect than any dedication to accuracy. The whole place has already been swept by drone and Laswell has had satellite eyes on it for months confirming just how fucking dead it is. They’re here for information, the drone identified documents left behind as well as at least two hard drives. 
The 141 has split off, each clearing their own section and radioing in at even intervals, they’ve learned the hard way that it’s better to be safe than sorry. Beyond extra caution, the whole place has an eerie, black aura that drags forth memories of scorpion stings and dull knives biting at his flesh. Assisting in his nightmarish stroll down memory lane, Ghost is assigned the lower levels of the compound. Each room is another scene from a past he tries to forget, filled with rusted over implements of pain and brown stains no one cared to clean. 
Something in the last room makes him pause. 
A small barred window allows light from a waning moon to pool into the room, catching on something on the table. Small, most no bigger than his fingernail, a collection of about five objects sits in a tray on the corner of the table. Brilliant white patches shine in stark opposition to the bed of rust brown they lay on. 
Teeth. Human teeth.
His mind is acting on autopilot when grabs them and stuffs them in a pocket, so similar but so different to his first experience with the ribbon months ago. He finishes his sweep of the room, conveying his findings back on comms (“Seems like we’re late for the party.” “If only you didn’t take so long to get ready.”-Soap “Shut the fuck up the both of you I just saw a rat the size of a terrier.”-Gaz “I’ve got the hard drives if any of you fuckers remember why we’re here.”-Price), and turns back to rendezvous, his mind now firmly on finding his comrades and getting the hell out.
As they start readying themselves to duck into the humvees they arrived in, Ghost’s muscle memory kicks in to complete his self assigned mission objective. He turns to where Soap stands almost expectantly at his side. It’s not every mission that he has something he’s decided is a worthy offering but it has become more often than not. Mind already halfway back to base, a gloved hand chases down each tooth where they’ve burrowed themselves in the pocket of his tac vest, collecting them and dropping them in Soap’s proffered hand with a grunt. His brain turns back on when the bloody bones hit his Sergeant’s glove, panicking because what the fuck did he just do? What kind of fucking sociopath gives his friend(more?) human fucking teeth as a souvenir. Much less human fucking teeth that were pulled forcibly out of some poor bastard’s skull during a bygone torture session. 
His hand is trembling. 
Ghost forces himself to look down and meet Soap’s assuredly outraged and disgusted gaze. 
Only he doesn’t.
Johnny is staring down at the teeth in his palm with a look of fucking reverence. His pupils are dilated beyond just the darkness surrounding them and Ghost’s detail oriented eyes catch the slight flare of his nostrils on every inhale. Soap slowly tilts his head up to meet Ghost’s eyes and a gasp lives and dies in his throat.
“Oh Simon, you treat me so well.” His voice is gravelly and thrumming with an emotion that Ghost doesn’t know the name of. But, god if this is the look he gets after bringing Johnny desiccated human remains?
He’ll rip the teeth out of some unworthy son of a bitch himself.
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sofiiel · 7 months ago
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There & Back Again : xreader addition (fem/afab)
𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍: 6000+ words: (CW: some angst. fluff. protective Eddie. strained family dynamic. demodog violence. cannon level violence.)
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The engine of your car rumbled loudly as Amy tore up the road, the odd sounds of the strange dogs baying behind you. You pulled yourself away from the window and turned to Amy with great concern.
"Why won't they stop?" you asked her, to which Amy shrugged.
"Maybe you smell good, like a T-bone steak?" Amy's voice had hints of sarcasm in them.
You watched Amy, who gave a roll of her eyes, it was obvious her fake calm wasn't convincing.
"Look I don't know ok! I've never seen this many before." Amy said.
"But you've seen them before? Like before today." You clarified.
"In person? Only since I've been in Hawkins," Amy stole a glance at you.
"But I've seen them drawn before in one of the Loxion information drops, I investigated while trying to find my sister." Amy explained.
"Drop houses? Drawing?" you questioned, your body ached, and your mind was spinning, but you tried your best to listen in and listen well.
"Yeah, some shit drawing some poor kids scribbled it looked old as sin and was faded, but it was the same monster. Loxion has information drops. Usually old factories or abandoned warehouses, and somewhere inside is a safe. Not a small one either, we're talking one of those big boys you see at banks." Said Amy.
"How do you know what bank safes look like." you asked cautiously.
"One question at a time." Amy shot with a mischievous side smile.
"Fine, so. Go on." you urged.
"Well this drop was full of files from overseas, Russia, Denmark, China, France India, even Nigeria and those were just a few." Amy exhaled as she could recall shifting through a nearly endless amount of boxes.
"While I was looking through some of the files I found the file of a boy Boris Ismaylov at some point in the 1950s he was bought from his parents by Loxion by that I mean with the help of the KGB as middlemen who took most of the money themselves ...but moving on..." Amy cleared her throat as she saw your brow lift at the fervor of which she ranted.
"Boris was held in a test facility for two years in Nome because they needed a safe go-between from US to Russia, but the KGB did not want Loxion on their soil. Boris would draw on the walls of his room with chalk and paints. The file had worn pictures of those drawings in them. The figure he drew the most was hard to make out, but it was large, like a cluster of twisters. The others looked a bit like animals....if they crawled out of hell." Amy said.
You watched Amy in silence, no longer concerned with her inability to steadily steer the car.
"There was also a scrap from I guess his diary, all it said was 'I do not wish to go back' isn't that shit creepy." Amy muttered.
"That was written in English?" you asked, if only to give your mind a break from the whirlwind of information.
Amy scrunched up her nose, "you really are a small town bumpkin, just because they aren't American doesn't mean they never took to English, Boris probably spoke several languages - from his file the kid was like freakishly smart." Amy reasoned.
"I wonder what they were doing with him." you murmured.
Amy glanced at the rearview mirror, "if we go any further, we'll be leading them out of town." she said with a grimace.
You arched a brow, "and that's....a bad thing somehow?" you asked Amy.
"Uh, yeah, we need somebody to see these things." Amy grunted.
"Do you know the way to the Police station?" Amy asked.
"Well yes but.... I doubt anyone's there at this hour." you murmured.
"Don't care, they have surveillance...somebody will see them," Amy murmured.
You gave a stiff nod, "turn back around and follow the road we've taken back, but when you get close to Pastor Alvin's neighborhood again, take a left and keep going." you instructed.
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Eddie peered out the windows of his van, the haze of the Ketamine finally wearing off, he gave his head a shake.
"Ugh, god damn..." He hissed in a soft sigh, rubbing his eyes.
"Right never again..." he whispered.
Taking a cautious look around, Eddie frowned.
"Now the real riddle is....did the whole conversation with weird girl actually happen or...."
Eddie couldn't pull his eyes away from the dark forest outside his van, "was I trippin that hard." he muttered dryly.
With a sigh, he flopped back into his seat, sinking down with his eyes peering over the steering wheel.
The fact of the matter was, He couldn't tell.
Yes, one of ____'s friends appearing in the woods with the head of one of the strange dogs in hand was almost unbelievable. But so was the existence of the dogs themselves, and he had already seen one personally.
Eddie glanced out the window again, his paranoia growing. They could very well be outside, stalking his van.
"Stalking you, even." he said to himself. He didn't like the odds of the creatures being herbivores. 
Leaning his head back against the seat, Eddie watched the slightly torn fabric on the ceiling of the vehicle.
"What would I even do? If Weird Girl has a plan, did she mean for me to wait here? Go home?" Eddie thought, his arms folding across his chest.
"I've got a winning streak going on now, I couldn't just go home." he thought as a lopsided smile tilted onto his face. 
Eddie then sat up in the seat and gripped the steering wheel, "right..." he exhaled, starting the van.
"The things I'll do for a thank you from you." he murmured.
"There it is!" you called, pointing to the police station. 
"Are they still back there?" Amy asked.
Leaning out the window you turned to look behind the car.
"Not all of them, the packs only a few now." you reported.
"A few is more than enough." Amy said swerving the car into the parking lot, she slammed on the brakes, nearly sending you tumbling out the window.
"Sorry!" Amy shouted.
You could feel your heart pounding as you clutched at your seatbelt.
"You're never driving again." you said, reaching to roll up your window.
"Ever." you added firmly.
"I'm ok with that," Amy said quickly.
The two of you huddled close to each other as the dogs closed in.
"So what now?" you asked.
"I didn't think that far ahead." Amy mumbled, eyes wide as one of the dogs hopped onto the hood of the car, pacing in front of the window.
"Can..." you stammered, gulping as you held onto Amy's hand.
"Can it see us?" you asked.
Amy shook her head feebly, "don't know... I mean... I hope not, like ....shit, they don't have eyes." Amy said.
"But all predators can smell fear." you spoke in a whisper.
"And I'm beyond scared." you confessed.
"Shit yourself yet?" Amy asked in a nervous chuckle, "I just might..." Amy murmured, nearly jumping out of her skin as with a bang, one of the dogs hopped onto the roof.
"Do we stay in here or try to run for the station doors?" you asked.
"We don't have a weapon, and we're not sure anyone is inside." Amy reasoned.
"They don't know what a car is or how to get in...if they can get in." said Amy.
She then teetered her head to the side, ".....they did of course jump clean through the glass of that creep's house window." she added.
You shut your eyes tight, "oh my god, Amy! We cannot stay in here!" you shouted in panic.
Amy hushed you angrily, "stop!" Amy whispered.
"Maybe they can't hear well." she added.
You bent over in your seat and searched under it.
"What are you looking for?" Amy asked.
"I used to have my dad's old broken golf club in here... it's only about as long as a bat now but...it still hurts," you muttered, a smile coming to your face as you pulled the club free from under the seat.
A faint light in the window of the Police Station caught Amy's attention.
"Look!" She gasped quietly, "Someone's home....aren't you lucky." Amy whispered.
"The question is how do we get out of here? We open a door, and they're coming right inside," you murmured.
Amy's gaze fell on the golf club clutched in your hands.
"I can see the inside of the lobby from here, which means I can phase into it." Amy said.
"But I cannot phase other people with me. So you'll need to make a run for it while I open the door for you," she added.
You frowned as you did not savor the idea of making a break for the doors alone.
"You'll have the club, right? And whoever is in the station will come investigate once they hear me inside opening the door at this time of night." Amy reasoned.
You both found yourselves looking at the creature pacing restlessly on the hood of the car.
You heaved a sigh and could feel your heart pounding in fear.
"It's better than staying in here." you exhaled.
"Then when you're ready I'll phase." Said Amy.
"This is as ready as I'm gonna get, let's do it." you said taking a gulp of air.
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Amy phased quickly into the station, as always a soft tearing sound crackled in the air.
She exhaled in relief just to be away from the surrounding dogs. Now she needed to open that front door quickly.
From the back of the station, where a small warm light lingered, Deborah Sinclair carefully flipped through photo's she had taken during her investigations at the Hawkins Animal Shelter.
One hand covered her mouth as her stomach turned at the site of the mangled cats and dogs.
"It didn't so much as eat them as it did tear them in half...circular teeth marks...what animal had those?" Deborah murmured to herself.
The pictures were sending a fearful chill down her spine. She would have thought it was some horrible prank by the local teens, but this sort of thing usually didn't crop up until Halloween.
Studying the images before her, Deborah shook her head, "the corpses, they look as if whatever it was got bored or...was unsatisfied with the prey. They aren't fully eaten, just...chewed up and discarded." she murmured.
A sound at the station door nearly made Deborah jump out of her chair.
Calming herself, she scooped the pictures into a neat pile and tucked them into her desk drawer.
"Relax, you're a cop. Don't be jumpy." she laughed at herself, standing up, Deborah went to investigate.
"Maybe our shameless leader has decided to show his face around here again finally." Deborah thought, a smirk of amusement on her face.
That smirk promptly fell away as she spotted a familiar figure fiddling around with the lock on the door.
"You!" Deborah gasped.
"Freeze, kid! How'd you get in here!" She shouted.
There was no need to pull a gun, so Deborah held her ground. The girl before her slowly raised her hands into the air.
"Listen... We can talk about me lifting those water bottles later, ok," Amy growled in frustration.
"My friend is about to get eaten by a pack of mutant dogs outside - you're a cop, right? Do something!" Amy reasoned.
Deborah's gaze slipped past Amy's back briefly before they focused on the girl once more.
"Nice try kiddo, but Mutant Dogs won't distrac-" Deborah's words faded as her mind recalled the photographs she had been examining earlier.
"Just look outside!" Amy called out.
With careful steps, Deborah walked to the door and peered into the night, her heart skipped several beats as her jaw fell. 
"I told you," Amy stated flatly, watching as Deborah pulled free her pistol.
Deborah took count of how many of the strange creatures were surrounding the little black car.
"Where'd they come from? Why're there so many?" she asked.
Amy shrugged, "we were sort of hoping you guys could help with that - and there were more." said Amy.
Deborah cast a troubled glance of amazement towards Amy who seemed far too calm.
"Once you've seen them for the first time up close, you stop being shocked," Amy explained.
"We need to get your friend out of that car," Deborah said, steeling her nerves in order to focus.
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Eddie's van ripped up the streets, his eyes darting from the road to the speedometer and back again.
"I'm gonna get the worst ticket in history, come on, where are you?" Eddie thought to himself, peering around the streets. 
Rounding a corner, his foot stomped on the break, nearly sending him crashing into the steering wheel. Eddie could feel his lungs jump into his throat as his eyes fell on the circle of fleshy hounds circling a black car in the near distance. 
"You've got to be kidding me." Eddie said, watching the scene with wide eyes.
Three of them were bad enough, he managed that much.
"It's not like you had a choice." He thought to himself.
However, he was looking at twice that number and his foot felt glued to the break.
"If you stay back here....she'll never know." Eddie thought.
A grimace came to his face as he was making himself sick to the stomach.
"You'll know." Eddie said to himself, but the site of the hounds froze his body in place.
You sank down into the seat, eyes shut tight.
"Just hop out and make a break for the door." you told yourself for the fifteenth time.
Your heart rattled around your chest as if it would try and burst out, and your mouth felt dry.
"It's no worse than being out here...just - run, right? You've done it before." you continued your pep talk, when a screeching came from above you, loud and piercing enough to make the ears bleed. 
You quickly covered your ears and looked up at the roof of the car.
"You're kidding!" you gasped, watching as claws slowly tore through.
"What's it doing up there?" Deborah murmured
Amy's eyes flew open wide, "It's digging its way in, we have to do something now!" she called.
Deborah pulled the keys to the station from her pocket and tossed them to Amy.
"When you open the door I'm going to open fire, be sure to stay behind me." Deborah instructed.
Amy gave a nod, caught the keys and did as she was told.
You screamed as the hound's claws tore a space to reach his paw down towards you. Sinking to lay across the front seats, you tried your best to avoid the swipes.
Your club rested clutched to your chest, your mind was shouting for you to swing while fear kept you petrified.
"Girl, move!" your mind shouted at you, but your legs wobbled about like jello, and the Creature above's frantic pawing had the others back on the hunt.
The hound on the hood now placed his front paws onto the window, and you feared that it might break the glass.
"How much do those things weigh....probably as much as I do...." you thought, trying your best to avoid the swipes.
From his place in his van, Eddie could see the station door fly open, and the flash of ignited gunpowder after a bang.
He gave a sigh as the tension melted away from his body when one of the creatures pacing about on the ground fell with a whimper that was unearthly.
"Amy, you did it!" you cheered, the bang of the gun shook free your temporary paralysis of fear and you tossed open the car door.
It didn't take long for the dogs to zero in on you. Another round of bullets fired.
"McKinney over here!" Deborah called out.
You swung your bat horizontally at one of the creatures and while it staggered, you brought the round end of the club down on his head, making a run for the Station doors.
Deborah's hands trembled at the sight of the monsters, and she found it hard to get a clean shot at the strange animals.
"Stop missing." She growled at herself in a frustrated rage, all she needed was a good headshot to take the things down, but she could not land any.
You made it to Deborah and Amy, hiding near the doorway with Amy.
"You good?" Amy asked.
You shook your head no, and tried to catch your breath.
"Me neither." Amy puffed with a tilted smile.
"I've lit them up, why won't they die?" Deborah asked.
"They're tough as shit." Amy called out.
Deborah eyed the monsters, which, though whimpering, slowly closed in.
"I need back up." Deborah whispered, fumbling for her walkie.
"Where do you keep the guns?" Amy asked.
"Not a chance in hell, kid." Deborah scoffed.
"Well you need help right? You call for help, and how long will that take? Hmm?" Amy pressed as Deborah reloaded her gun.
"Cause I got some news for you, these guys bust through glass like it's nothing." Amy added.
"You can fire a gun?" you asked her with wide eyes.
Amy's chest puffed out with pride, "I can fire an automatic." she boasted.
"Who the hell taught you that?" you asked.
"My uncle," Amy said with a shrug.
You gave your head a shake, "weirder and weirder by the day - I just want to survive this." you thought.
Deborah grimaced, the monsters wouldn't let up, she couldn't find the time to lift her walkie, and before she knew it she had been lunged at.
"Officer Sinclair!" you gasped, the two of you watched as Deborah struggled, wrestling with the strange dog about the floor.
"Girls get inside! On the front desk, the quick dial....called the Chief of Police Hopper!" Deborah shouted.
"We leave you and your dog food!" Amy called.
"Amy," You sighed clutching your club and raising it high.
"Go call." you exhaled rushing out to Deborah.
"Wait! Ugh...fine! You two die, and it's not my fault!" Amy shouted, phasing back into the building.
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You swung relentlessly at the dog attacking Deborah.
"Behind you!" the officer called out.
You hit the ground and rolled, coming face to face with another one of the monsters.
"nononono." your mind panicked.
You tried to crawl away from it as it stalked towards you, flaring open its plantlike mouth.
"Officer Sinclair!" You called for help, but it was clear she had her own struggles to worry about.
You shut your eyes tight as a second dog joined in and awaited the horror of the needle-like teeth when the screeching of tires and a sickening splatter tore your eyes back open.
You could feel chunks of the dogs hit your dress, arms, and legs.
With wide eyes, you watched the mutant dog mash in the middle of the parking lot.
Eddie poked his head out of the driver's window to look down at his tire which spun about but refused to move the van anymore.
"Eddie?" you questioned in a stunned sqawk.
Deborah managed to get the barrel of her gun into the mouth of the monster and fired.
Turning her head to avoid getting blood in her eyes.
"Everyone inside! Quickly!" She called.
Eddie abandoned his van lodged in monster remains and ran to you, Deborah urging you both inside.
"Go, to the back of the station, the medical lab has a security door." Deborah raid. 
"Did you reach Hopper?" Deborah asked Amy as the three of them dashed through the lobby.
"H-he's not picking up!" Amy stammered in panic.
"Leave it, come on to the medical Lab, hurry!" Deborah called, giving Amy a shove.
"Why are these things chasing you?" Eddie asked you.
"Hell if I know." you puffed out of breath.
Deborah held open the door to the lab and ushered you all inside.
"Ok," Eddie sang skeptically as he watched Deborah go to close them inside.
Slipping his foot between the door he stopped her.
"Where do you think you're going?" He asked. 
"You've got the gun, we've got a busted metal stick." Eddie reasoned.
You side glanced.
"we had a busted metal stick.... I dropped it back in the parking lot." you murmured guiltily.
"You'll be safe in this room, I need to make it to the firearms locker. I'm about out of bullets and there are still three of those things left." Deborah reasoned.
"So leave us the gun and run like hell and get you a couple of fresh ones." Amy said.
"No, she's right...she needs it." Eddie said with a heavy sigh.
He removed his foot from the door.
"I'll be back when it's clear. If it gets quiet, head for the cars and get out." Deborah instructed.
"Trust me, you don't have to tell me twice," Eddie said.
"We'll get out if you take too long." you said.
"but I'd rather you come back." you added.
Deborah smiled faintly, "I'm a stubborn bitch to take down, you can trust that. Just hold tight, alright." she said, closing the door.
Amy rushed to lock it from the inside, and the three of you glanced at each other.
"So now we just....wait?" Eddie questioned.
You peered out of the small glass window in the door, and as you did so you could hear the shattering of the windows in the Lobby.
"Get back!" Eddie called, taking you and Amy by the arm, he pulled you away from the door.
On instinct, together you all sank to the ground in the corner and huddled together.
You could feel your pulse running a race in your veins.
Your hand moved with a mind of its own as it reached for Eddie's hand. You held it tight.
Eddie glanced at you, He would tell you it was going to be ok, but he couldn't even tell himself it was going to be ok.
"Things are far from ok, when you're constantly being hunted by...demon dogs...alien dogs...whatever." He thought.
Pulling his hand away from you, he instead placed that arm around your shoulders, drawing you closer as if sheltering you under his wing.
You looked up at him with grateful eyes and then mimicked his motion for Amy, who gladly huddled under your arm.
"Officer Sinclair will handle them." you whispered.
"And with any luck...these are the last of them." you added.
However, the sounds of gunfire and the wails of the monsters shook the confidence from your words.
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The lights in the Medical Lab flickered violently before the room fell into darkness.
"Not again." you whimpered.
"Again?" Eddie and Amy asked.
"Yes...." you murmured softly, You eyes carefully scanning the room.
The tips of your fingers started to feel cold, a slippery tingle dripping down the back of your neck. 
Eddie and Amy watched you as you seemed to cower.
"It's the prey drive, all you need to do is stop running. You are not the prey."
A rough voice echoed in you head.
"That voice..." you thought, you could clearly picture the familiar face of the odd child in your dream.
You quickly pinched yourself. "
"ow!" you yelped.
"What was that for?" Amy asked.
"I had to make sure I was awake.... I can't go to sleep." you explained.
Eddie eyed you in confusion up and down.
"And....why not? Why would you?" He asked carefully.
"I seem to wake up somewhere else." you confessed, your voice small.
"Like...." Eddie lulled, as he drew ina slow shakey breath.
"When you went missing for six days?" he questioned.
You gave a stiff nod.
"Shit." Amy hissed, tossing her arms around you.
"Hold her down," Amy said.
Eddie copied Amy's movement and wrapped his arms around you as well.
"You should have told me it started with dreams...." Amy whispered.
The gravity in her voice made you nervous. "Why?" you asked.
"Boris had dreams too.... it's why they kept him locked away in the room," Amy stated.
"B-Boris?" Eddie asked, looking between the two of you.
"Who the hell is Boris?" He asked, "and....why was he locked away?" 
"He's nobody," Amy said quickly.
She'd hoped it would hush him.
"Worry about yourself for now, and don't let go." Amy said.
Eddie frowned, he would remain quiet for now, but one way or another someone was going to give him some answers.
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Deborah reached the firearms locker and shut herself in. The monster dogs slamming against the sturdy metal door like rain pelting a window.
Resting against the door, Deborah caught her breath, her eyes lighting up at the various weapons before her.
"Made it, now I can give those things a taste of their own medicine." she thought, collecting a few guns and loading them up.
Meanwhile, in the Medical Lab, Amy sat huddled together glaring at Eddie, who would not stop staring at her.
You looked between them nervously.
"You guys ok?" you whispered.
"No, I want to know why Rughead keeps staring at me." Amy spoke with pointed words.
Eddie's eyes thinned in annoyance.
"Can you not call me that?" He asked dryly.
"No. It's your new name, deal with it." Amy shot.
You sighed, "I guess he probably wants answers.... that's all." you said.
"Yes, he does, but that's not why I'm staring." Eddie stated simply.
"Then what's your problem?" Amy asked.
"Outside, you poofed out of thin air, I know I've had some shit tonight....but I definitely saw that." Eddie spoke with critical caution.
"So what are you?" He asked.
"A magician!" Amy cheered quietly with jazz hands as she gave a grin of fake cheer.
Eddie's brows lifted, unimpressed with her sarcasm, and Amy fixed her expression to match.
"It's none of your business." she shot.
"I'm stuck in a small room, hiding in the corner in the dark from the most metal dogs in the history of ever," Eddie said holding up a single finger.
"Which would be some hellaciously boss shit - if they weren't trying to eat us," he added struggling to contain his frustration.
"I think it's my business." Eddie finished.
Amy shook her head, "Nobody asked you to show up." Amy grumbled.
"Well, I'm glad he did... I was almost monster food," you whispered.
"But," you added hesitantly.
"I get what Amy is trying to say...the wrong way mind you but still. It's best if you don't get too involved. We've found ourselves heading down the rabbit hole, and it doesn't look very nice." you murmured.
Eddie looked between the two,.
"So call me the mad hatter, I've got a march hare plus Tweedle Dee and Dum too." Eddie said.
You nearly laughed as a faint smile came to your face.
"No." Amy stated.
"Believe it or not, I'm actually trying to help you." she said.
"This is our business, you are not a part of it." Amy said pointedly.
Eddie looked at you and frowned while you tried to offer a smile.
Eddie's eyes fell to his watch, "it's been nearly fifteen minutes." he said, looking up towards the door.
"How much longer should we wait?" Amy asked, listening to the gunfire down the hall.
"She said if it gets quiet to run. We hear gunshots...that must be a good thing." you reasoned.
"It also means those things aren't dead yet, which is pretty bad - If you ask me." Eddie chimed in.
"So do we break for it?" Amy asked.
"But what if Officer Sinclair needs help?" you asked.
"She's a cop, she'll be fine -" Amy said, her words drowned out by a booming sound that shook the building.
"What the hell was that?" Eddie asked quickly.
"And why'd it sound like a hand grenade...." Amy said, looking between them.
Eddie hopped to his feet, and pulled each of you up with him.
"Alright, no. Time to leave." He said.
Amy crept to the door and peeked out of the small window, outside a thin layer of smoke hovered. "
We've actually got a good bit of cover, that smoke should mess with their sense of smell." Amy said, slowly opening the door.
With just enough space to slip through, Amy took the lead, you and Eddie following after.
"You know, it would have been a wise idea to see if they had any sleeping drugs," Eddie whispered, following behind you.
"It's a police station, not a hospital, I doubt they would have." you said.
"You need to pacify perps sometimes, right? I'm not saying it would have been strong...." said Eddie.
Amy gave a hard roll of her eyes, "Yeah, you wanna be the one to get those things to take it?" she asked.
Eddie paused in his step and gave a nod of his head, "point taken." he hummed.
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As the three of you rushed out of the police station, you noticed a man getting out of a tan Chevrolet Blazer.
"Whoa nice stash." Amy chimed as he looked at your frantic figures bewildered.
"Hands up where I can see them," The man's voice called.
Your hands quickly shot into the air, while Amy and Eddie gave synchronized eye rolls, each lazily raising their hands. 
"What are you three up to at the station at this time of night..." The man asked carefully, his eyes narrowed as they fell on Eddie.
"Don't I know you?" he asked.
Eddie titled his head to one side, dryly looking the cop up and down,.
"You might probably not so much me as the company I kept." Eddie grumbled. 
You stole a glance at him curiously.
"Officer Sinclair needs help" you said, turning your attention to the cop.
"She had us try and call the police chief, but he isn't picking up, there are things in there," Amy added in quickly.
"Things?" The cop asked slowly.
You studied the look in his eyes and slowly lowered your hands.
"Monsters." you said.
"Monster dogs really, we think... um -" Eddie lulled glancing back nervously towards the station.
"Their heads kinda...Shwuush..." He said,  mimicking the opening motion with his hands, "fly open." Eddie said.
"And they haven't got a face...." You added.
"And they really like this one here." Eddie said, pointing a finger down at you above your head.
"Although, I-I don't really blame them." Eddie said with a shrug.
You and Amy both turned to look at him and in return, Eddie began to fiddle with the ends of his hair.
"I mean, not to eat or anything - that would be, weird or-" Eddie mentally kicked himself as he continued to fumble with his words.
"Just shut up!" his mind shouted at him. 
"...you know t-taken, um" Eddie cleared his throat and lightly kicked at the asphalt.
"Wrong." He said.
You felt the blood rush to your cheeks and drew in a deep breath, turning to look at the cop.
"Um so... Officer Sinclair, monsters...you'll help her, right?" you asked, your voice higher than it should be.
The cop looked at each of you somewhat fed up.
The annoyance slipped away from his face as he peered at the station, gunshots fired, and it was enough to cause him to draw his own gun.
"Stay out here." He said simply, heading for the shattered doors.
The three of you turned and watched the cop go.
"Like hell." Eddie murmured, jogging towards his van.
He opened the back doors and started to dig beneath the folded-down seat.
"What are you doing?" you asked.
"Getting a rope, I'll tether my van to your car, and you can pull my tire out of the monster mush - then we're getting out of here," Eddie said.
"Rughead finally has a good plan" Amy said, going to help out.
"But....we can't leave them!" you called, flinging your arms towards the station.
"If two cops can't handle those things, what good are we going to do?" Eddie asked.
You frowned, "it's not right." you said, looking between your friends and the station.
Eddie stopped and sighed, turning to face you.
"We'll only hold them back, ok?" he reasoned, rope in hand.
"Plus, those things are after you, right. Maybe knowing you're gone will... I dunno-"
Amy snapped her fingers and grinned, "distract them!" she cheered, cutting Eddie off.
"Yes" Eddie said with a nod.
"You think so?" You questioned.
"Only one way to find out, let's get this rope tied on." Amy said, taking one end of the rope.
"____, back your car up." she said.
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Inside the station, Deborah growled at herself as she gave the dead creature before her a hard kick,.
"Son of a bitch." she vented briefly before turning her eyes to the remaining two.
Raising her gun, she pulled the trigger and it clicked emptily. Deborah looked down at the gun in her hands with wide eyes.
"I did not go through all my ammo already." she exhaled.
Deborah's eyes started to scan the room for a potential weapon, a stapler, the water jug, the radio, and a pair of steel scissors were the only decent make-shift weapons about.
"I don't like my odds with any of them." Deborah thought, backing up slowly against the wall.
"Why'd you run your ignorant ass into the coffee room?" she scolded herself.
Two loud shots fired as the monsters closed in, and Deborah's legs almost gave from under her.
"How'd you manage that?" She asked, looking at the whimpering hounds.
They were alive, but they seemed not to be able to move.
"Shoot any living thing in its spine, and it's not going anywhere," Hopper said, his eyes focused on the dogs.
Kneeling with caution, he examined one, turning it to look towards him.
The creature opened its mouth, and before it knew what happened, Hopper fired his gun and went to repeat the process with the remaining creature.
"Chief...what are these things?" Deborah asked.
Hopper shook his head, breathing a long, troubled sigh.
"They look like..." Hopper thought, giving the corpse a shove with the tip of his foot, "But they're smaller..." he thought.
"Chief?" Deborah asked, she watched Hopper gaze at the creatures.
"You've seen it before," she said quietly.
Hopper shook his head, "no," he said, voice distant.
Clearing his throat, he looked up at Deborah.
"No, of course not, I'm just...freaked out." Hopper said with a faltering smile.
"I mean...shit..." He sighed.
"I know..." Deborah said, shaking her head as she looked at the monsters.
Hopper watched her while her attention was elsewhere, "did she buy it?" He thought to himself.
Deborah pointed to the creature.
"You think the Nuclear plant has anything to do with this? Maybe some strays got caught in some of the waste, or...the waste is leaking into the water supply?" Deborah asked, turning her attention to Hopper.
"I think...for now, we get these things into my truck, I'll have someone do an autopsy on them, get down to the bottom of this," Hopper said.
"Sounds like a good idea, We can get the kids to help," Deborah said with a smile.
Hopper gave a nod and let Deborah led the way out of the Coffee room.
However, when the two made it outside the station, the parking lot was empty, save a few mashed monsters.
"W-where'd they go?" Deborah asked.
"Would you stay?" Hopper asked right back. 
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Several blocks away, you pulled your car to a stop and hopped out, Amy doing the same.
You met Eddie halfway to his van.
"So now what?" Eddie asked.
"We all go home." you exhaled, looking around, it seemed like more of the creatures would pop out at any moment.
"Go home? Your serious?" Eddie asked.
You shrugged your shoulders and hugged yourself, "Yeah, that had to be the last of those things."
"There can't be more than that, it's impossible - not with only us having seen them." you reasoned.
"And even if they are, they clearly want me. You don't have to worry about leading them back to your place or your uncle," you added.
"My uncle likes a good hunt, actually," Eddie murmured.
He looked you over carefully, you looked as if your legs were hardly supporting you and your clothes had wrinkled like wet laundry after being left in a heap to dry.
"But, going home sounds good, you look beat," said Eddie.
"Sleep probably sounds real nice right now," he added.
You side glanced, thinking, "I won't get that at home even if I didn't have to run damage control with Dad."
"Dumbass, she can't sleep." Amy scoffed as a reminder.
"Oh, that's right." He murmured, a concern crossing his face.
You reached around and lightly touched the back of your neck.
"It's ok, I don't feel so strange anymore." you said, feeling slightly relieved.
"I can't say more odd events won't happen back home, but for now I feel fine." you thought.
Eddie and Amy glanced at each other skeptically.
"I think you better crash with me." Amy said.
You grimaced, you felt bad enough that Amy had to hide out in that dusty old basement, and you couldn't imagine spending a night there yourself. A childhood fascination with the old home, or otherwise.
Amy laughed, "don't look at me like that, I've cleaned the place up nice. It's awesome now." she said.
"I can make sure you don't poof away in the night," Amy added.
"I think you should listen to Weird Girl, if you're sleepwalking, a sleepover is probably a good idea." Eddie said.
"Hello, name - Amy." Amy grumbled with a dry wave.
Eddie's gaze slipped over to her as he smirked.
"It's not all that nice is it." he shot, eyes thinning into a halfhearted glare.
"If I have to be Rughead, your name is Weird Girl." He added.
Amy rolled her eyes and you laughed quietly.
"Really I'll be ok, I've got three people in my household." you said.
Neither Eddie nor Amy seemed convinced.
"And?" Amy shot, "they aren't worth a damn." she said.
"Nobody expected what happened the first time, and it's not like I told them exactly what happened. But my dad likes to run a tight ship, so I'm sure he will be watchful. Even if he just thinks I'm sneaking out the house." you explained.
After you heaved a heavy sigh, "especially if he thinks I'm sneaking out the house." 
"You're just asking for trouble, aren't you?" Amy said, her brows knitting together as she shook her head hopelessly at you.
"No, I'm just....trying to get things to feel normal. You can will things into being, I have to believe that. So if I put this behind me, maybe it will be over and a nice, simple summer can get underway." you said with a strained smile.
Eddie stood quietly with a frown etched on his face, he released a dissatisfied sigh, his arms dropping to his side.
"I can't kill her optimism." He thought to himself.
Lazily reaching out an arm, he walked towards you, pulling you into a one-armed hug.
"Fine, but I could use a break from being superman for a night." Eddie said with a wink.
There went the butterflies again, "you play too much." you murmured shyly. 
Eddie gave a small grin, "just make sure we see you tomorrow." he said, heading for his van. 
You and Amy returned to the car and got inside, the ride back to the Creel Mansion was a quiet one as both of you were drained beyond imagination. Sometime along the way, Amy fell asleep.
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Back at your house, You crept through the front door as quietly as you could, your parents would be furious and there was no real way you could begin to explain what had happened that night.
The house was dark except for the blue light coming from the downstairs television.
Your heart sank, you gave up your hopes of sneaking and trudged into the living room.
"They aren't home yet, Dad dragged mom to a dinner party," Patrick muttered dryly from his seat on the sofa.
You exhaled in relief.
"You'll still be in trouble," He snickered, tossing you an amused smirk.
"You don't have to tell him anything. For all he knows, I got back home at a good hour." you pleaded.
"Not a chance, I take my licks from Dad when I mess up - you should too," Patrick said with a scowl.
Your gaze wavered to the side, "I get in trouble too. Just not in the same way as you do." you whispered.
Maybe if you stood there long enough he would notice the terrible state you were in, or maybe he hardly saw you enough these days to care. However, that didn't feel true.
You waited, hopeful, no you didn't want to have to explain things. But you just wanted to be seen.
"Could you go? You're ruining the movie." Patrick muttered, kicking his feet up on the sofa.
"Sorry, I'm gone." you spoke quietly, heading for the stairs, you bit your lip.
It wasn't his fault, it was their father that had created the divide between them.
"I miss when he was my little Patty.... I miss when he used to come to me advise," you thought.
Weariness made the aches of you body much more prominent as you climbed the stairs.
"I miss the little boy who'd bring me bandaids just because I stubbed my toe - I miss being sissy." a bittersweet smile came to your face as childhood memories came back.
You stood before your bedroom door.
"I also very much miss not being afraid of my room." you whispered.
Closing your eyes again, you willed the idea that everything was fine, completely normal, and walked inside, closing the door behind you.
You went through the motions of feeding Shelob, and you released the live cricket you'd been saving for your fuzzy friend.
A small smile was brought to your face as you watched Shelob eagerly stalking her prey.
"I should find you more live prey, you really seem to like it." you yawned.
Trudging to the bed, you kicked off your shoes and flopped down, rolling onto your side.
Curling up as small as you could, you lifted your wrist to look at the leather bracelet.
"It's got dark patches from the monster blood now." you thought with a frown.
Your eyelids started to feel heavy.
"Maybe, I can get it cleaned. It's leather, after all. I can't let it get ruined." your thoughts slowly faded as sleep took you.
One hope lingering in the back of your mind, "don't let it happen again."
Amy chomped away at a plum she'd lifted from the grocery store a few days ago, and listened to the local news from her little radio.
She lay on her stomach in the little fort tent she had built for herself, blankets and pillows piled high.
"Nobody is talking about it yet, so Officer Sinclair and that other guy haven't gone public with it yet..." Amy murmured.
"It is pretty early, but who cares, mutant monsters terrorizing townspeople." Amy sighed, tossing the pit of the plum across the basement, landing it in a dusty unopened box.
A few hours passed and the last remnants of night would soon be fading, a figure snuck down the sidewalk of a quiet upper-middle suburban block.
Crickets still chirped, a dog bayed off in the distance, and the air smelled of summer breeze kissed grass. 
The figure shadowed by the night hopped the back fence into the McKinney's backyard.
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Eddie stood up and examined the large backyard.
"Hello pool." He said in a whisper of a whistle, but being impressed did nothing for the disappointment on his face.
"Three people she said, the car is not in the driveway." Eddie thought, walking closer to the house.
His eyes scanned the windows carefully, there were three of them upstairs.
"Which one is yours." Eddie thought.
Glancing over the rest of the house, Eddie spotted a soft light in what looked like the back door to the living room. Being as careful as he could, Eddie snuck over, peering into the glass.
"Patrick," Eddie murmured, watching his fellow student kick back while watching a movie.
It was only the back of his head, but it was hard to mistake the slightly lopsided high-top fade.
Backing away, Eddie cast his eyes back up, only one room had a light on.
"Must be it," he said, reaching into the pocket of his leather jacket and pulled out a small, worn drawstring bag.
Reaching into it, he pulled out two small dice, the numbers fading away from them. Looking up at the windows, Eddie drew back his hand and chucked one of the dice away from him, up towards the glass.
After several attempts, Eddie paused.
"Only two dice left" He thought.
Eddie stole a glance towards the back door window, it seemed Patrick was still very much into his movie, or sleep, He couldn't tell.
"Come on, I need a crit." Eddie whispered to the die in his hand before tossing it up towards the glass.
A faint thud against the wall and the soft but relentless skittering of legs up and down your arms coaxed your heavy eyelids awake.
You let out a soft groan.
"Guys let me sleep." you murmured gently brushing at the tiny spiders,.
They were quick to return to whereever it was they'd come from as you slipped your feet out of the bed and wandered over to the window.
Eddie smiled as he could hear the window raise and your groggy face poked out while rubbing your eyes.
"Pssst," Eddie called up with a wave.
"Eddie?" you called quietly, glancing around in panic.
He smiled and held out his arms, "only one guy in this world with my unfortunate face." He teased.
"J-just hold on." you stammered, darting back into your room and ducking down before the window. 
You lifted a wicker laundry basket to reveal a rope ladder with one end nailed to the floor. Quietly, you lowered the free end out the window.
"Hurry, before someone sees you." you called down to him, you words hushed.
Eddie looked at the rope for a moment, stunned, before laughing quietly to himself as he started to climb.
You stood at the window fretting as he reached the top.
Eddie tilted his head and flashed you a grin as with the space of the window between you two, you almost stood nose to nose.
"What are you doing, don't just stay there, get in!" you said in a clear panic, your eyes looking past him to the houses beyond your backyard.
"Sweet little ____ McKinney has a rope ladder out her window." Eddie sang teasingly before climbing inside.
Once he'd stepped in and away, you swiftly shut her window and closed the curtains.
Eddie's eyes casually swept over your room, but he found himself trying to take in as much information as he could.
It was surprisingly sparse item-wise.
"I-It's in case of a fire!" you protested.
Eddie tore his eyes away from a trio of dance trophies on a shelf on your wall, he turned to look over his shoulder with a smile.
"Of course, I'm just teasing. It had to be something like that." He hummed.
You quietly rushed past him, snatching your night scarf off of your dresser, you went to the bedroom door. 
Eddie watched with curiosity as you tied it to the doorknob and the other end to the leg of your TV stand, securing the door shut.
"Why are you here?" you asked him in a fretful whisper, you eyed him up and down, and Eddie couldn't help but smirk as he stood up tall.
"I-In your pajamas?" you stammered.
You hadn't noticed when he was on the ground, He sported a faded band T under his jacket, but his pants were your average-striped pajamas. 
Eddie chuckled at himself this time.
"After what you said back in the station, did you really think at least one of us wouldn't come to check on you?" He asked.
You glanced away from him.
"I'm fine." you said, adding, "In fact, I was sleeping, not so much as a dream either." 
Eddie's smile faded into a look of slight concern.
"You told us there'd be three people here with you. Patrick's downstairs sleep or way into his movie and you folks are gone." Eddie stated.
"They're coming back, a late-night dinner party. My mom usually likes to overstay her welcome, so...." you murmured.
Eddie heaved a sigh.
"Great, well, I'm crashing here - until they come back." He said, walking to your bed, he sat down on the floor.
You blinked several times, "um..." you hummed.
"What?" the question came out in a squeak that caused Eddie to laugh, he tried to quiet himself.
"Shhhhh" you hushed.
Eddie gave a nod, "sorry" he whispered, removing his jacket and balling it up, laying it down on the floor. 
"Y-your serious?" you asked stomach turning into anxious knots.
"So serious, I can't let you vanish for another week, come hell or high water, you're coming to our show this Tuesday," Eddie said playfully.
The knots tightened and then uncoiled in an instant.
"He really wants me there then." you thought.
"I'm not going to let you sleep on the floor, we've got a sleeping bag in the hall closet." you sighed.
"Yeah, but if Patrick's not sleeping he'll hear you rummaging around in there right? And it's going to be a pain in the ass rigging that lock again." Eddie reasoned.
"I'm good, I used to sleep on the floor all the time at Scott's sad sleepovers." He laughed.
You quietly walked over to Eddie and sat down on the floor across from him, folding your legs like a butterfly.
"Sad sleepovers?" you questioned.
"Yeah," Eddie said in a fond chuckle.
"Scott's an only kid, we've been friends since elementary school. He was picked on a lot. But he's always been a cool dude. Can draw like something out of this world and is the best backup vocalist, learns any instrument you throw at him." Eddie said.
You couldn't help but smile at how much pride Eddie seemed to take in his friends.
"But he didn't have lots of friends back then, it got worse in middle school. I started making friends and Scott...just didn't. So I brought him to Jeff who I'd started the band with, and Jeff had a friend - that was Gareth.  Scott's house was the biggest at the time and had this big basement." Eddie said.
His voice fell into a comforting lull as he recounted his memories.
"We figured if we all crashed at Scott's house on the weekends, the three of them would become friends eventually. Only Scott had never hosted a sleepover. We tried to tell him it's no big thing. But he wanted to 'do it right', heh, it was terrible." Eddie said.
"He had all the corniest board games and movies, eventually, we found out we all liked DnD and that made them a lot less bad." He said.
You smiled faintly, "that doesn't sound so terrible, a few corny board games." you said.
Eddie raised a brow.
"Yeah, but you didn't have to play them. I mean, He had the girliest games. Most ideas he got about sleepovers came from summer chick flicks." Eddie mused.
"I'm sure even sleepovers you've had with Robin have been better." He said.
You sucked in your lips and side glanced.
"It's already late, we should get to bed." you said quickly.
Eddie watched you confused, he was having fun just talking, and now he could feel a wall forming around you.
You walked to a trunk in your room to retrieve a throw blanket.
Eddie got to his feet and carefully walked to you.
"Um...did I do something?" he asked cautiously.
"No, no, it's just late." you peeped awkwardly, clearing your throat.
Turning around to return to him, you gave yourself a fright as you found him standing there peering down at you.
"Jesus Christ, Eddie..." you sighed, heart thumping hard in your chest.
He laughed softly, "sorry." he said, taking the blanket from her hands.
You looked down at your two pairs feet, the tips of your socks lined with the tips of his black and white converse.
"I've never...." you sighed, closing your eyes, you gripped at the sides of your shirt.
"I um...well, even with Robin...." you felt silly, it wasn't such an odd thing, was it?
Then again, it's what all girls were expected to have done once, a real proper sleepover.
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Eddie watched yopu intently, and then it dawned on him. 
"Oh" he mouthed to himself before a wicked smile spread across his face.
He gently flicked your nose, "You've never had a sleepover." He said.
You shook your head, "No one is allowed to stay here, Dad doesn't want things ruined, and he says kids and teens are little wrecking balls."
"And..." you hummed, titled your head, "I guess...he's protective. I can't go to anyone's place for a night if he hasn't met and approved of their family. Dad doesn't like Robin....says he doesn't care for the way she looks."
Eddie's eyes shimmered, "then he'd blow several gaskets if he knew about this." He said.
You looked up at Eddie, your brows knitting together.
"I don't want to think about that. You need to be gone before they come back," you said.
"But I only just got here." He teased.
"and I get to be ____ Sweet Turtle's first," he whispered playfully.
Your whole face felt like it might combust as heat took over like a fever.
"Don't say it like that!" you nearly screamed.
Eddie rushed in and hugged you while trying to hold in his laughed
"shhhh, ____," he said in a whisper, between quiet laughs. 
"It's your fault!" you hissed quietly, glaring.
Eddie let you go and walked back to his place on the floor with the throw blanket.
"It's not wrong, just a totally different context than your dirty little mind," Eddie said.
You watched him, embarrassment growing as you tried to hold her glare.
Eddie flashed her an overly sweet smile and batted his eyelashes rapidly.
And in a voice that sounded a lot like Olive Oyl said, "Tell me I'm still your favorite freak?"
You ambled to your bed and gathered the blanket from it into your arms before walking around to the other side where Eddie sat on the floor.
You looked down at him with a flat expression.
"You're not my favorite freak." you said, laying out your blanket a few feet away from him.
"Ow...that's not nice. I was just playing." Eddie sulked.
You laid down on a portion of your blanket and wrapped the rest of it over yourself.
"You're not a freak." you stated, "Freaks don't have friends who care so much about them, Eddie."
Eddie smiled, He could read your eyes, and he knew the look in them, it was so self-deprecating that it almost hurt to watch.
"You don't understand, I'm proud of the title." Eddie said slowly.
"It's the world that made the word freak bad. But at the root of it all, it's just being different from what is expected, that's not always bad. In fact, it can be something pretty damned amazing." Eddie explained.
You wouldn't look at him as your fingers fiddled with your bracelet under the covers.
Eddie laid down onto the carpet and pulled his blanket over himself.
"Think about it, as a thing Freak is just a thing that's not like the rest...that could be having a third eye, four ears, or no lungs." Eddie said. 
"That all sounds awful." you muttered, Eddie simply smiled.
"Yeah, but it could also mean being the fastest swimmer on record, being the youngest person to go to college, seeing sound in the form of colors," Eddie paused and tapped the corner of his eye.
"or having ____ eyes with a single dark/light blue patch in one of them," He said.
You looked up at him in mild shock.
"That's not a bad thing, that's just beautiful and kinda freakish." He hummed with a warm smile.
"It's also something unusual, hard to explain, mind-boggling...that's not always bad." Eddie said, resting his head on his jacket.
You used your arm as a pillow and looked at Eddie with heavy eyelids.
His voice was oddly calming.
You gave a sleepy smile.
"I freaked out when I saw how beautiful she was. That concert was freakin' amazing." Eddie thought back to that day in the woods behind the school.
As of right now, he was contently amused with the hazy smile in your eyes.
You gave a weak nod, murmuring, "Then you're not only my favorite freak...."
Your eyes started to close on you.
"You...." and sleep took you.
Eddie sat up quickly, "what?" he asked.
You simply responded with a quiet breathy snore. He deflated and nestled back down.
Laying his head down he chuckled quietly to himself, reaching out a hand he rested it as close to you as he could without moving.
"Good night," He whispered as he continued to lay and watch over you. Your sleeping face kept him entranced until his body gave in and started to drift to sleep.
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nieded · 8 days ago
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What happens to the cars of a team that goes bankrupt during or after a season (Force India being an irl example, GO Force being a fictional one)? Ik the big constructors have headquarters to keep old cars and display them, but surely the cars belonging to bankrupt companies are still valuable and don’t just get scrapped, do they??
i'm not sure? i think they get sold. someone out there wants one. many of the cars get donated to museums. in fact, there are several f1 and indycars at the petersen automobile museum in los angeles, and i think someone had one of seb's aston martins on display in a business office???
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Recent Developments in the Steel Industry
As of early September 2024, the steel industry is experiencing dynamic changes, mainly due to trade disputes, price fluctuations, and labor issues impacting global supply chains. These trends, along with broader economic challenges like inflation, are shaping the steel market's direction.
Trade Disputes Over Coated Steel Imports
A significant development this week involves several U.S. steel mills filing trade petitions against imports of coated steel products from countries like Korea, India, and Turkey. These petitions allege unfair competition due to subsidies and product dumping at lower prices. If successful, it could lead to higher tariffs, reducing steel supply in the U.S. market and increasing prices domestically.
Labor Strikes Impacting U.S. Steel Demand
Labor strikes in the U.S. automotive industry are also affecting steel. As car manufacturers reduce production due to strikes, the steel industry could see a dip in demand. Additionally, this might lead to higher prices for scrap steel, creating more volatility in a supply chain already under pressure.
Global Steel Production Recovery
Despite these issues, global steel production is showing modest recovery, expected to grow by 1.7% in 2024. Much of this growth comes from infrastructure projects in Asia, particularly in China and India. However, trade disputes and inflation could impact this positive trend.
Price Volatility Due to Inflation
Steel prices remain volatile, driven by raw material costs like iron ore and coal, and energy prices, all affected by inflation and geopolitical tensions. As production costs rise, consumers might face increased prices for steel products, particularly in construction and manufacturing sectors. For more information on steel products and procurement, visit Udhhyog.
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More stories that Grant can make up with his model trains when he rebuilds his model railway layout.
Caitlyn plays Keepy-Uppy. Dorie’s little sister Caitlyn came to the docks to see Thomas was awaiting a friend of his. Fernando was coming to visit Sodor all the way from Brazil. He was gonna show Thomas and his friends how to play Keepy-Uppy, a game where the engines have to keep the beach ball in the air.
Rosie to the rescue. Rosie wants to know what it’s like to being a rescue engine. She decided to go on patrol and look around for any emergencies.
Gordon goes the extra mile. Gordon the big engine was given the extra mile award for saving the ice cream. But Philip was envious of it and wanted to know what it’s like to wear a special rosette. But a bird took Gordon’s award and flew away. Will Philip get it back before Gordon comes back from his express runs?
Dominic and the Duke and Duchess. Spencer came to visit Sodor and he was being as boastful as ever. But when he got into an accident one day, the Duke and Duchess of Boxford were worried that they wouldn’t be able to get to their important dinner at Vicarstown station. So, Dominic volunteered to take them in Spencer’s special passenger cars.
Smith and the track cleaner. Smith was very excited. A new track cleaning wagon had arrived on Sodor and he was gonna pull it along and clean the tracks. Sir Topham Hatt wants to make sure he cleans all the tracks on every part of the line.
Kayley and the mysterious critter. Kayley was taking the workmen to do some late night track maintenance in the forest. But then she saw something moving through the air. It looked like a furry creature with a bushy tail and it can fly. Kayley told the other engines, but some thought it was a load of rubbish. But Thomas told Kayley to ask zookeeper Jack from the animal park to find out what it is. And it’s actually a flying squirrel.
A spicy hot delivery. Noor Jehan the diesel engine from India came to visit Sodor with a delivery that came all the way from her home. It was a delivery of fruit and vegetables from India. Thomas saw some coconuts. But he saw a vegetable he had never seen before. It was none other than Indian dragon fire peppers, one of the hottest peppers in the world.
The little old twins reunite. Skarloey was feeling sad because for the past few years, his twin brother on the mainland, Talyllyn hasn’t ran in a long time and was worried his twin would be scrapped, as told by Diesel, as well as Splatter and Dodge. Sir Handel told Skarloey not to take any notice, but then one day, Skarloey woke up to find a huge surprise. Talyllyn was in his shed! He told him that he had been fully repaired a few weeks ago and is back in service and came to visit his twin.
Not-so-tuneful toots. Rusty the little diesel got himself into an accident at the quarry with the troublesome trucks, which ended up causing his horn to only make the low note. Will Rusty be able to cope with this before he goes to the Vicarstown Dieselworks to be fixed by Den and Dart?
Dart goes solo. After Daisy’s sister, Rose the diesel railcar broke down due to some sand getting into her engine, Sir Topham Hatt requested Dart to look after her passenger duties while Den repairs Rose. Dart was bummed that he wasn’t gonna work alongside Den, but he knew he pulled passengers before when he pulled the express with Den & Sidney. But can he handle a local train?
Stafford’s super stopped. Stafford had broken down when making a delivery of coaches full of passengers, but his battery was fully charged. But Amanda volunteered to lend him a wheel. But will she get Stafford’s passengers to the station to catch their bus before dark?
Poy and the popcorn. There was going to be an Ultratrain movie playing in the ride-in theater, and Poy was requested to deliver the popcorn there, but a flock of pigeons wanted to eat it. Poy wanted to get away from them, but pigeons are fast too. Will she get the popcorn to the ride-in before the pigeons try to eat all the popcorn in her freight cars?
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On the afternoon of February 14, Junaid Khan, 32, and his nephew Nasir Khan, 25, left their small village of Ghatmeeka in India’s northwestern state of Rajasthan to attend a family function. They didn’t come back.
“When they didn’t return the same night, we got worried,” says Arshad Khan, 44, Junaid’s brother-in-law. “Their phones were switched off as well. We searched for them the whole day.”
Two days later, the men’s bodies were found inside a burned-out vehicle in the village of Loharu, around 240 kilometers away in the neighboring state of Haryana. On their way home after midnight, members of a far-right extremist group had allegedly abducted, tortured, and killed the men, who are Muslims, on suspicion of smuggling cows—animals that are considered sacred by Hindus. Consuming beef and transporting cattle is not illegal, but several states have passed restrictive laws over the past few years, essentially criminalizing a profession that is dominated by Muslims.
“Why did they have to be killed? What was their fault?” Khan says. “Who will look after their poor families now?”
Among the group suspected by police of murdering Junaid and Nasir is 28-year-old Monu Manesar, a high-profile YouTuber who has built a huge following online with his videos of cow vigilantism. Manesar, who is reportedly now on the run, is one of a large ecosystem of sectarian influencers on Indian social media who have benefited from the country’s nationalistic turn under Prime Minister Narendra Modi. Human rights advocates say that their content—which is prevalent across Western-owned platforms—is exacerbating social division, and even leading to vigilante attacks on religious minorities.
“We have laws against hate speech that are being used selectively,” Aakar Patel, chair of Amnesty International India says. “Hate speech is allowed both by the government and the social media companies.”
In an email statement, YouTube spokesperson Jack Malon says that YouTube has suspended monetization on Manesar’s channel for violating its creator responsibility policy. “We also removed 9 videos from the channel in question for violating our harassment policies,” he said.
For the past five years, Manesar—a leading member of the Bajrang Dal, a far-right Hindu group—has been part of a team of cow vigilantes along the Rajasthan-Haryana border, and has uploaded videos of their attacks, predominantly on Muslims, to YouTube. His posts often begin with a car chase in the dark and end with group members posing with a cow they have “rescued.”
Manesar and his group have made no secret of the violence they subject their victims to. In June 2016, he was one of a number of people who appeared in a video in which two Muslim men were stopped in Badarpur border, South East Delhi, and forced to eat a concoction of cow dung, urine, milk, and curd. The men had been accused of smuggling beef. The video went viral on Twitter.
In one of his videos on YouTube, Manesar's team is even seen shooting at a truck driven by someone they accuse of being a cow smuggler, in an attempt to deflate its tires. 
In January this year, Manesar and his team caught three Muslim men they accused of being cow smugglers. They livestreamed on Facebook as they interrogated the men. One of the men, 22-year-old Waaris Khan, died from internal injuries the same day. His family says he was lynched, but police say he died in an accident. The Facebook Live video has since been deleted.
Manesar also has posted routinely on Instagram—where he has 42,000 followers—including images of people he’s alleged to be cow smugglers, often visibly injured. In April 2022, he posted a video on his Instagram account showing a group of men assaulting a Muslim scrap picker with sticks. The caption reads, “These are the scrap-pickers that throw stones at our soldiers and Hindutva supporters.”
Meta did not respond to a request for comment.
Khan said that people in his region are aware of Manesar’s social media. “It is supposed to send a message to us,” he says.
In October 2022, YouTube awarded Manesar a silver play button for crossing 100,000 followers. YouTube’s literature says that Creator Awards are not automatically given when subscriber targets are hit, but are granted at the discretion of the company, which reviews channels before handing out the rewards. YouTube did not respond to a request for comment on Manesar’s award.
Comments under Manesar’s videos are mostly adulatory, thanking him and his team for his “service.” He has also had official endorsements. He’s posted pictures of himself with police officers and bureaucrats. In October 2021, Haryana police included him in a special task force to prevent cow smuggling. Three huge rallies were organized by right-wing organizations on February 19, 21, and 22.
On February 24, thousands of people took to the street in Rajasthan and Haryana to demand justice for Junaid and Nasir Khan. The police filed a complaint against more than 500 people for blocking the highway and suspended internet service in the district for three days, citing the possibility of communal tension.
Human rights groups say that sectarianism has flourished in the political environment created by Modi’s Bharatiya Janata Party. The party has routinely equated national and religious identities, accusing people who criticize its politics of being anti-Hindu, while itself being accused of promoting hate speech against Muslims. In January, the government forced social media platforms to block clips of a controversial BBC documentary about Modi’s alleged involvement in intercommunal violence in 2002.
The government has banned hundreds of YouTube channels for spreading “fake news” or promoting “anti-Indian views.” But at the same time, there has been a proliferation of channels that broadcast extreme nationalist rhetoric.
In June 2022, a report by the NYU Stern Center for Business and Human Rights found that sectarian content was widespread in India. “The most troubling abuse of YouTube in India involves the targeting of Muslims by backers of the ruling Bharatiya Janata Party and other right-leaning Hindu nationalist groups.” The report concluded. “Religious intolerance long predated the arrival of YouTube in India, but widespread social media use has intensified the hostility.”
In December 2022, an investigation by The Caravan found dozens of Hindu nationalist YouTube channels that were broadcasting extremist content, with viewing figures in the hundreds of millions. Senior BJP leaders had been interviewed on some of the channels, which were “rapidly out-performing mainstream news channels in terms of their reach.”
Amnesty International’s Patel says that the proliferation is partly due to the growth of the platforms and the number of people now using them, “and partly because of the fact that hate speech has been condoned. If you make heroes out of people who abuse minorities and are violent, you will encourage more people to follow that path.”
Some nationalist and sectarian YouTubers have built massive followings, including Vikas Pathak, who had more than 800,000 followers on his Hindustani Bhau channel before it was suspended in 2020, after he posted a video in which he threatened to sexually assault a YouTuber from Pakistan. Days after his suspension, he managed to start another channel, which has 83,000 subscribers. He also has 2.2 million followers on Instagram.
Prem Krishnavanshi, a YouTuber from Uttar Pradesh with just over 87,000 subscribers, has built a career on pop songs aimed toward supporters of Hindutva, or Hindu nationalism. The lyrics of one of Krishnavanshi’s songs, released in 2019, roughly translates to, “You are not humans, you are butchers. Enough of Hindu-Muslim brotherhood.”
“The anti-Muslim online hate industry is booming and the companies are benefiting from it,” says Alishan Jafri, co-author of the Caravan report.
Malon, the YouTube spokesperson, says that the company removed more than 156,000 videos in the third quarter of 2022 for violating hate speech policies.
“Beyond removing harmful content, we also leverage our recommendations system and monetization tools, to promote a healthy ecosystem,” the statement read. “YouTube has always had clear community guidelines that outline what is allowed on the platform and we remove flagged videos and comments that violate our policies. These policies are global, meaning we apply them consistently to all creators on the platform, regardless of their background, political viewpoint, position or affiliation.”
Malon also says that creators can be penalized for abuse or violence that occurs off its platform.
As of February 28, Manesar’s YouTube channel was still active. He has added about 7,000 subscribers since the Khans’ deaths. 
India is YouTube’s largest market, with 467 million users—nearly twice as many as the US. 
Prateek Waghre, the policy director of the Internet Freedom Foundation, a digital rights group, says that YouTube’s recommendation algorithms may be partially to blame for the spread of this sectarian content. “YouTube has not been particularly open about its recommender system,” he says. “But the algorithm typically prioritizes engagement. If you watch a certain type of content, it will look to feed a similar type of content.”
Waghre says that detecting hate speech is complex in India, where people often switch between languages. But, he says, social media companies tend to be slow to react when alerted to potentially dangerous content. “Even inaction is a form of action,” he says. “Until it becomes a significant PR crisis, they tend not to take action. Sadly, this is consistent behavior across platforms. These companies need to think about how they perceive their neutrality.”
But Waghre also says he suspects that social media companies are nervous about going after nationalist figures, in case a backlash threatens their business interests. “If you take action against a popular right-wing figure, there is a good chance you might be targeted in some way or the other,” he says.
Patel says that more violence is inevitable as hate speech continues to spread, online and offline. “I am 53 years old,” he says. “I have not seen tensions running so high permanently through the country.”
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Complete Guide to car Scrapping Your Hyundai Eon: Costs, Processes, and Legal Aspects
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In India, a car scrapping policy has been introduced to phase out old vehicles that pollute the environment. The car scrap process involves dismantling vehicles, recycling their parts for new uses, and supplying materials to various industries. If you own a Hyundai Eon that has reached the end of its life or repairing it no longer makes financial sense, scrapping it is the right choice. If you are looking to scrap your Hyundai Eon but don’t know how to start, here is a detailed guide that can ensure a smooth, hassle-free experience while maximizing the scrap car price you receive from scrapping your car. Let’s take a look in depth!
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sharmapress · 1 month ago
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Use of Zigzag Blanking Machine
Zigzag blanking machines are highly relevant in industries. Their ability to optimize material usage enhances production efficiency. The automated feeding and control systems not only increase throughput but also minimize manual labor, reducing operational errors and safety risks. This makes zigzag blanking machines an essential asset for industries focused on maximizing productivity while reducing material costs and labor intensity.
Significance of Zigzag Blanking Machines
Zigzag blanking machines are transforming the industrial landscape by significantly enhancing efficiency, sustainability, and precision in metal processing. Their innovative zigzag stamping method optimizes material usage by minimizing scrap, which is crucial in industries like automotive, aerospace, and appliance manufacturing where raw material costs are high. This reduction in waste leads to lower production costs, making these machines an environmentally friendly option that aligns with sustainability goals.
Moreover, the automation features of zigzag blanking machines, such as automated feeding and real-time material control, have revolutionized production lines by reducing reliance on manual labor. This not only increases production speed but also minimizes operational errors and safety risks, creating safer and more reliable working environments. The machines are also capable of handling high-volume, complex designs with precision, making them indispensable in industries that demand both speed and accuracy.
By delivering greater material efficiency, reducing labor intensity, and improving precision, zigzag blanking machines are reshaping manufacturing processes and driving innovation in industrial sectors, allowing businesses to remain competitive in an increasingly cost-conscious and sustainability-driven market.
As we are clear about the relevance of ZigZag blanking machines, let’s understand their use cases closely.
Use Cases of Zigzag Blanking Machsines
Zigzag blanking machines have diverse applications across various industries due to their efficiency and material-saving capabilities. Here are some common use cases:
Automotive Industry:
Used for manufacturing parts like metal panels, brackets, and components where material utilization is crucial to minimize waste.
Ideal for stamping sheet metal parts for car bodies, chassis, and interior parts.
Appliance Manufacturing:
Applied in the production of large metal components for home appliances, such as washing machine drums, refrigerator panels, and oven casings.
Helps optimize material use in high-volume production environments.
Construction and Building Materials:
Utilized in the production of structural components like steel frames, support beams, and roofing materials.
Suitable for cutting metal sheets used in prefabricated structures or modular construction.
Electronics and Electrical Industry:
Used for stamping out metal components for electrical enclosures, circuit boards, and heat sinks.
Applicable in precision parts manufacturing for electronic devices and appliances.
Aerospace Industry:
Employed in producing lightweight yet durable components for aircraft, such as brackets, frames, and engine components, where minimizing material waste is vital.
Suitable for working with specialized alloys used in aerospace manufacturing.
Packaging Industry:
Zigzag blanking machines can be used to produce metal packaging components, such as lids, cans, or metal closures for food, beverages, or chemicals.
Furniture Manufacturing:
Applied in making metal parts for furniture frames, supports, and hardware.
Ideal for stamping steel or aluminum components used in modern furniture designs.
By optimizing the stamping process and reducing waste, zigzag blanking machines provide industries with a cost-effective and environmentally friendly solution for high-volume metal component production.
Ready to Transform Your Industrial Plant?
With expert service support from India’s best Zigzag Blanking manufacturers, you too can be a part of this industrial transformation. Contact Zigzag Blanking Line manufacturers today, and book a demo today itself.
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shinykittenland · 2 months ago
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A Visit to Lotus Temple and Waste to Wonder Park
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Weekend is again here and it is a great time to visit with Family. For weekend trips you can plan a visit to Lotus Temple, a major landmark of India that attracts tourists from all over the world because of its beautiful architecture. This masterpiece is designed in a form of lotus flower and has won numerous awards for its structure.
But will visiting to temple would be a fun trip for kids too? Maybe not, but for that you can waste to wonders, for extra dose of fun. This theme park shows seven wonders of the world and all of them are created from scrap. The best part is it is located just 7 km from Lotus Park so both of these places can be covered in one day.
But here comes the main question, how will a group of 7 to 8 people travel together? For this the solution is Hire a Tempo Traveller in Delhi and explore as much as you want. Why to travel in 2 cars when on a family trip together? Book a Tempo traveller on rent and enjoy a comfortable trip with family.  
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ujaglobaladvisory · 3 months ago
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https://uja.in/blog/market-reports/automotive-sector-in-india/
Automotive Sector In India
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The world’s largest two-wheeler manufacturer
Third largest heavy truck manufacturer
World’s largest manufacturer of tractors
World’s second-largest bus manufacturer and fourth-largest manufacturer of cars
Seventh largest in commercial vehicle manufacturing
Automobile sector contributes 49% to India’s manufacturing GDP
India exported ~ 4.8 million automobiles in 2022–23
Indian Government targets 30% of vehicles on the road should be electric by 2030
A total of 3.7 Mn electric vehicles are already registered in India
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Recent and planned developments in the Indian Automobile Sector.
According to IBEF, In November 2023, Tata Motors inaugurated its state-of-the-art registered vehicle scrapping facility in Chandigarh.
In June 2023, Hero MotoCorp revealed plans to invest up to Rs. 1,500 crore in developing premium bikes and EVs in India.
In May 2023, Maruti Suzuki India revealed plans to invest over Rs. 40,000 crore to double capacity by 2030.
In March 2023, the Central government sanctioned Rs. 800 crore million under FAME India Scheme Phase II to Indian Oil (IOCL), Bharat Petroleum (BPCL), and Hindustan Petroleum (HPCL), for setting up 7,432 public fast charging stations across the country.
In February 2023, German luxury car maker Audi India began local production of the Audi Q3 and Audi Q3 Sportback at the Skoda Auto Volkswagen India Private Limited (SAVWIPL) plant in Aurangabad.
In February 2023, Nissan and Renault revealed a plan to invest Rs. 4,800 crore in India over the next 3–5 years to expand their market share in passenger cars and electric vehicles.
In February 2022, a memorandum of understanding (MoU) was signed between the electric two-wheeler company Ather Energy and the Electric Supply Companies (ESCOMs) of Karnataka for setting up 1,000 fast charging stations across the state.
To know more info, click the link here- https://uja.in/blog/market-reports/automotive-sector-in-india/
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nidhi0 · 4 months ago
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End-of-Life Tire (ELT) Management Market: Top Treatment Technologies
A tire reaches the end-of-life stage when it can no longer be utilized on vehicles after being regrooved or re-treaded. All tires, including those for passenger cars, trucks, airplanes, two-wheelers, and off-road vehicles, eventually become end-of-life tires (ELTs). According to Inkwood Research, the global end-of-life tire (ELT) management market is expected to grow at a CAGR of 4.87% from 2023 to 2032, reaching a revenue of $14,795.57 million by 2032.
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Environmental Impact of ELTs – A Global Concern
Despite the recovery rate of scrap tires estimated at 90% in Europe and the United States, nearly 4 billion ELTs are currently in landfills and stockpiles worldwide, with projections increasing to 5 billion by 2030. The significant waste flow of ELTs poses severe environmental and health risks, leading to water, air, and soil pollution. The National Institutes of Health categorizes this non-biodegradable waste as non-hazardous, but its impact remains concerning. Tires release chemicals into the air, ground, and water, altering ecosystems. Additionally, stockpiled tires emit methane gas, increasing the carbon footprint and contributing to climate change.
To address the ecological impact of end-of-life tires, significant research and development initiatives have been undertaken by tire companies, ELT management enterprises, scientific laboratories, government regulators, and industrial partners. These efforts focus on finding effective and environmentally sound uses for ELT materials, establishing new recovery routes, complying with reporting obligations, and promoting efficient product standards.
Major End-of-Life Tire (ELT) Treatment Technologies
ELTs contribute to sustainable development by reducing natural resource depletion and the environmental costs associated with resource exploitation. ELT treatment technologies and services are rapidly growing and gaining significant market shares globally.
Rubber Remediation
The market for ELT management through rubber remediation has evolved significantly over the last decade. This growth is driven by stringent environmental protection regulations and company efforts to incentivize the use of scrap tire-derived products. According to Inkwood Research, the rubber remediation segment is projected to capture the highest market share of 72.03% by 2032. Government regulations also address the environmental concerns of illicitly disposed of or stockpiled tires, a common tire disposal method in many countries. For instance, India's Union environment ministry's new draft notification (2021) proposes regulating waste tire disposal through extended producer responsibility (EPR), ensuring that manufacturers and importers of tires recycle their products per government standards.
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Scrap Tire Treatment
Scrap tires present significant challenges due to their size, shape, and environmental hazards, including fire risks, emission of dangerous oils and soot, and breeding grounds for pests. These factors underscore the need for scrap tire treatment and recycling. According to Inkwood Research, scrap tire treatment is expected to be the fastest-growing treatment technology, with a CAGR of 5.26% by 2032. The treatment technology category includes mechanical, thermal, and cryogenic technologies:
- Mechanical Technology: Expected to grow with a CAGR of 5.42% during the forecast period, mechanical treatment technologies are crucial for scrap tire management, especially in developing countries due to their low operational costs and simplicity.
- Thermal Technology: These technologies decompose scrap tires in the absence of oxygen. The thermal technology segment is expected to grow with a CAGR of 4.88% during the forecast period. Pyrolysis, a common thermal destruction technology, is used by companies like Scandinavian Enviro Systems AB to recover steel, carbon black, oil, and gas from waste tires.
- Cryogenic Technology: More precise and predictable than mechanical and thermal processing, cryogenic methods produce the finest product. Companies like Lehigh Technologies Inc utilize cryogenic turbo mill technology to manufacture products from ELT materials and post-industrial rubber.
The decline in land availability for landfills, the need to reduce worker exposure and liability, and increased environmental safety awareness have elevated scrap tire management technologies. These technologies, combined with energy production and new material applications, are pivotal in augmenting the global end-of-life tire (ELT) management market during the forecast years.
Frequently Asked Questions (FAQs) –
1.     How do waste tires impact human health? A: Waste tires take up valuable space in landfills, thus creating breeding grounds for mosquitoes. This exposes communities to health risks, such as West Nile Virus, Encephalitis, and Zika Virus.
2.     What do thermal technologies for scrap tire treatments primarily entail? A: Thermal technologies for scrap tire treatments mainly include the pyrolysis process, thermochemical process, and thermal devulcanization.
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