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[mistysharks]

(I only need) The working of my hands

Ao3 Rated: explicit Pairing: Sapphic Eddie Munson/Chrissy Cunningham Words: 5764

Exerpt:

“Wait-” Chrissy croaks, not ready for Nancy to leave just yet. She needs to ask. “What about… him? The monster.” 

She half expects Nancy to call her crazy. To somehow dispute the evidence of her broken limbs, the burning corners of her eyes, because how can it be true? How can monsters like him, exist outside of her dreams?

“We burnt his body, but it wasn't enough.” Nancy answers, curling her lips in distaste. “We'll do better next time.” It sounds like a promise.

When she reaches the door, the undulating shriek of an ambulance passes outside once more, painting her face in its flashing light. For the first time tonight she looks... hesitant.

“Oh, um, If they ask –“ She starts, before changing course, “Just, don't say anything about Munson. Please.” her voice sounds off, like it hurts, even saying the name.

“Why? Is Eddie in trouble?”

Her smile, black lipstick sharp against white teeth.

“You know, this isn't the first time we've hung out.”Her fingers, twisting around the key in the ignition, the roar of music as the engine comes to life.

Her hands, their touch echoing into another dimension as they shake her, as her voice becomes more and more distressed, ”Chrissy – Chrissy wake up!”

The ambulance has passed, and she can't see Nancy's face any more, but her body stills in a way that makes Chrissy's stomach drop.

“Nancy?”

“I'm sorry,” She says, her voice uncharacteristically soft. “She didn't make it out.”

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