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SCREAMING!!

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Happy belated birthday to Billy 🥳🎉💕

He was born on March 29th, 1967.

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Rest in peace, Eddie 💔🕊️

Your sacrifice will never be forgotten. He died on March 27th, 1986.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Please wake up, Max. She was killed on March 27th, 1986, but El resuscitated her and she now remains in comatose.

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Jason, while I wish you would’ve been more open-minded, you deserved to die. Sorry not sorry. He was killed on March 27th, 1986.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Rest in peace, Fred and Patrick 💔🕊️

Fred was killed on March 22nd, 1986. Patrick was killed on March 25th, 1986.

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Rest in peace, Chrissy 💔🕊️

She was killed on March 21st, 1986.

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Happy belated birthday to Robin 🥳🎊💕

She was born on March 10th, 1968.

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Happy birthday to this young sir 🥳🎊💕

Don’t worry, Will. At least I remembered that your birthday is today :)

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Happy International Women’s Day from one woman to another. Here’s a brief history of how this day was created.

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I dunno what my friend was looking at on TikTok with the search bar, but I am concerned with these auto fill suggestions.

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YM TB: BOOK COVER & INTRODUCTION

N/A < Previous installment • YM TB AUTHOR’S NOTE

Summary: A million years after the Andromeda Galaxy collided with the Milky Way Galaxy, humanity was almost wiped out, but the survivors scattered about the Super Galaxy and colonized planets. A royal family, the VanDals, lead all of SS (Solar Sector) 1.0. Dakota, the oldest daughter of Queen Naomi and King Thomas, yearns to escape the boring lifestyle as a princess. When an enemy sends an assassin to kill Queen Naomi, Dakota takes advantage of the situation to slip away and does so. Now on her own and unaware of the dangers that lurk in the Super Galaxy, Dakota must learn to trust others if she is to return home alive, even if it means befriending the arrogant, cocky, and self-absorbed Prince William; the son of the enemy who paid the assassin to murder the Queen of Solis, Dakota’s own mother. Will she be able to forgive him and his family and rekindle her rocky relationship with her mother before war erupts? Or is all lost?

P.S: This is a temporary book cover! ;)

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Goddamn it, Google Lens. Does Lucas REALLY look like this to you?

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Stephen Colbert has the funniest jokes that include “seen here”, so I made my own joke about Musk. You’re welcome.

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TITH VOL IV: WATTPAD

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You can now read my story on Wattpad! :D

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TITH VOL III: ANNOUNCEMENT

TITH VOL IV AUTHOR’S NOTE < Previous installment • Next installment > VOL III BOOK COVER

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Yes, it’s happening! TITH VOL III is now in production!

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TITH VOL IV: AUTHOR’S NOTE

VOL IV EPILOGUE < Previous installment • Next installment > VOL III ANNOUNCEMENT

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Dear Reader,

Thank you so much for reading this fanfiction. I really hope you liked it. If you enjoyed reading this, maybe consider Reposting and tapping that Follow button. I appreciate all the love and support gained from this treasured piece of art I created <3

Started: September 7th, 2022. | Finished: February 20th, 2023.

You’re amazing,

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TITH VOL IV: EPILOGUE

VOL IV CHAPTER NINE < Previous installment • Next installment > VOL IV AUTHOR’S NOTE

Synopsis: After the failure to kill Vecna, the gang is forced back to where they started. Max is injured and in the hospital. The four Gates that ripped through Hawkins are now accessible, thus allowing any creatures from that dimension to traipse freely. With the lives of others on the line plus their own, can the team find another way to stop the vocation of otherworldly monsters? | Total number of words: 1.k. | Reading time: 7 minutes.

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Warnings: blood, Eddie’s in a hospital bed because I actually let him live unlike the Suffer Brothers, Vecna takes over Hawkins, Will’s connection to the Mind Flayer.

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Hawkins, Indiana [Hawkins General Hospital • Eddie’s Room]

March 30th, 1986

I sighed as I left Eddie’s hospital room, sniffling and wiping my eyes. Eddie was severely injured, so much so that he needed emergency surgery. I walked outside, my eyes watering. I prayed to God Eddie would be okay. My mind was set on refilling my coffee cup. I glanced down at my feet and accidentally ran into someone.

“I’m sorry!” I said. “I-”

“It’s okay, Lia.”

I knew that voice. I looked up and saw Will.

“Will?” I asked, looking into his brown eyes. I laughed in disbelief, smothering him in a tight hug. “Oh, my God. I missed you so much!”

We stood there, embracing each other quietly, and I eventually pulled away from his grasp and saw Mike in a blue shirt with a gray back pocket. He smiled at me. “Hey, you.”

I sniffled, replying, “Hey yourself.”

The Wheeler boy and I hugged just as long as me and Will did, and I couldn’t have been happier to see my friends safe. Eleven, I thought. I departed from Mike’s arms and questioned, “Where’s El?”

“She’s right behind me.”

Sure enough, my friend was there. My friend who knew my father when she was in the Lab, my friend who tried to kill Vecna but failed. I didn’t care at the moment. I walked up to El, a sobbing mess, and she immediately dived into my chest. “It’s alright,” I murmured as I grazed a hand along her newly buzzed hair. “I’ve got you. I won’t let my father hurt you anymore. He’ll have to go through me first.”

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“My brother,” she said, pulling away from the hug. My eyes stained more with water. “Is- Is Ten okay?”

“His name is Eddie now,” I responded. “He- he got bitten by the bats and is injured. He’s out of surgery, thank God. He hasn’t woken from his coma.”

“Can I see him?”

Her brown eyes glistened, and I nodded, guiding her to Eddie’s room. Once the others piled in, El joined Eddie on the bedside, grasping his hand that had the 010 tattoo inked on.

“Brother,” she whispered, playing with his hair. “I’m here now. I’m here.”

“I reckon you heard about Max,” I whispered solemnly.

Hopper’s adoptive daughter nodded and did not meet my gaze. “I tried stopping Henry from hurting her. I did. He’s just too powerful, and I couldn’t hold him off anymore. He has a tactic of killing. Papa told me that when I was in Nevada. He says Henry immobilizes his victim’s minds and makes them see their darkest fears, and in their state of vulnerability, he ultimately takes control of their mind. He is essentially the puppeteer.”

“I know,” I replied, joining El. My eyes shifted to Eddie’s sleeping form. I sighed. “I wish I would’ve known about my lineage to Vecna earlier. I could’ve saved my mother and everyone else….” I trailed off.

“You’re different from him,” El said, hugging me again. “You have good intentions. You want to protect people you love from harm. You don’t do what he does to make a point.”

I smiled. “Thanks, El.”

“Will Eddie be okay?” Mike questioned when he entered the room.

I sniffled. “I pray to God he will.”

The Byers brothers sat down with the guy who had long surfer hair. He met my gaze and said, “Yo, Zonoff! I heard a lot about you, dudette!”

He’s high on something, I thought, but I laughed out loud. “My name is Lydia,” I chuckled. “What’s yours?”

“Argyle. A pleasure to meet you, bro. And uh, who’s this guy?”

He was pointing at Eddie. Through glistening eyes and a steady breath, I responded, “His name is Eddie. Eddie Munson. He’s my childhood best friend turned boyfriend. Mike is with his Dungeons and Dragons club at high school called Hellfire. Eddie is very passionate about the club even though he has suffered many slanders for supposedly playing the game of the Devil. It’s just a stupid board game. I don’t understand why people can’t see through that. It’s just a board game and nothing more.”

“Rad. Sorry about that,” Argyle commented. Jonathan jutted his arm and motioned for him to sit down.

I looked at Will, who was scratching his neck. Concern rippled through me. “Will? Are you alright?”

Eleven came up to him, gently talking to him.

“What? Oh, I’m fine,” Will replied, blinking rapidly. “I, uh, I need to use the bathroom. I’ll be right back.”

Without another word, he rushed out of the room. I looked at Jonathan and asked, “Are you sure he’s okay? He seemed startled to me.”

“He’s been acting like that since we got back,” Mike muttered.

“It’s Henry,” Eleven said. Everyone turned to look at her. “Will. He’s connected to Henry via the Mind Flayer. When Henry possessed Will and Billy, he made a mental link between them, so Henry always knew where they were. Henry is trying to contact Will.”

An odd silence hung over the group, and I sighed. “Is that why he ran off?”

El nodded. “He senses Max’s connection to Henry.”

The next few hours we spent catching up. El was bullied at Lenora Hills High, and she had enough of it one day at the roller rink when she smashed a skate into Angela’s (her bully) face. El then got arrested, but Dr. Owens saved her and took her to Nevada, where she discovered Brenner was still alive, working on a project to restore her powers. She said she had to relive her past to achieve the project’s intent of resuscitating abilities.

“I’m proud of you,” I said after she finished her story. “You’re courageous.”

She smiled and gave me another hug. I placed a gentle kiss on her hair for comfort. Suddenly shifting could be heard, and we pulled away. My eyes instantly landed on Eddie’s form. I gasped when I took his hand, and he squeezed it—a sign of life.

“Eds?” I cried, doing my best to keep my composure in check.

“‘M.” His eyes opened, and I let out a strangled laugh of relief.

“Oh, Eddie!” I threw myself on him, embracing him tightly and peppering his face with kisses. “Thank God you’re alive!”

We stayed in a hugging position until I got off to stretch. I looked at El and then Eddie.

His eyes contorted in bewilderment. “E-Eleven?”

“Ten,” she said, moving closer. “Brother, it’s me.”

“I- I thought Henry killed you,” he gasped. “How did you survive?”

“I could ask you the same question, Ten,” she remarked. “I used Henry’s advice he gave me against him and sent him to the Upside Down.”

“W-where he became Vecna,” Eddie concluded.

“Yes. But I’m glad you are okay.”

I wrapped an arm around Eddie and the other around El. I glanced between them and the others who sat on the chairs. I sniffled. “We’re here now. The Party is back.”

This was the best way (to some extent, obviously) to end a week filled with mystery. While the future still seems nebulous, I know one thing for sure: whatever awaits us, we will fight it together like we always used to. No more going separate ways and being worlds apart. No more. We are a team, and the world depends on us to save it and everyone else.

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TITH VOL IV CHAPTER NINE: THE PIGGYBACK

VOL IV CHAPTER EIGHT < Previous installment • Next installment > VOL IV EPILOGUE

Synopsis: Time is running out as the battle against Vecna commences. Fighting from different locations, will El and the Hawkins team ultimately triumph over Vecna? | Total number of words: 1.3k. | Reading time: 7 minutes.

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Warnings: blood, brief mention of Christian dynamics, brief mention of Satanism dynamics, choking, fighting, Jason being out of his mind, just straight up Lydia VS. Jason from start to finish! (No noting the whole phase battle plan because you can figure that out yourself. I wanted to immediately dive into this fight.), man (Jason) assaulting woman (Lydia), Max’s death and stuff that happens when someone gets Vecna’d.

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Hawkins, Indiana • The Creel House

March 29th, 1986

“Found you.”

I gasped when I heard the familiar voice of Jason Carver. Lucas and I spun around, and sure enough, the Carver boy stood there.

Lucas gulped.

I quickly ushered him behind me and said, “How did you find us?”

“Oh, Lydia,” he snickered. “I have convinced the whole town that Eddie is responsible for Chrissy’s death, and we need to have him and everybody else associated with him arrested. Including you.”

I glared daggers at him, mouth agape. I was speechless. Could someone be this egoistic? I shuddered.

We argued with each other, and once I made my stakes, he glowered at me with fury. “If I can’t have Chrissy, you can’t have Eddie.”

“Jason, do you hear yourself?!” I yelled. “Eddie didn’t kill Chrissy!”

“Then what did, huh?” He snarled, fire burning in his eyes.

“We told you! Vecna did! We’re in this attic trying to stop him from killing more people! You can’t find Eddie right now because he’s in the Upside Down, our world full of death and decay. Jason, listen, put down the gun, and we can talk in a civilized manner.”

“Lies!” He shouted. “You are protecting a Satan worshiper! I’m starting to think you’ve made a pact with the Devil as well!”

I bared my teeth and growled, “Do you not see this cross necklace I have on?!” I pointed to it. “I worship God and God alone! He is who I worship, not Satan!”

“That’s what they all say,” Jason hissed. “You pretend to praise Christ in front of others, so they believe you, but behind closed doors, you give your soul to the Devil.”

Letting out a battle cry, I charged full speed at Jason and landed a hard punch to his face. On the surprise onslaught, his head fell to the side.

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“Wanna test me again?” I snapped, remembering the sporadic karate classes I took when I was younger because my mother wanted me to have some knowledge of self-defense mechanisms. “I’m a Black Belt.” Maybe my status at karate and being a karate graduate at the top of my class would scare him off. But it didn’t.

He gazed at me, scoffing, “You lie.”

I laughed. “Keep telling yourself that, Carver. I graduated from my karate class when I was thirteen. No one could defeat me, not even the most experienced students. I easily defeated my Sensei in a duel that gave me my Black Belt and graduation certificate. Now, do you want to think about attacking me again? Or are you done being an idiot?”

He snarled and threw another punch at me, but I ducked and grabbed his arm and twisted it. He howled in pain, and I kicked him in the shin. I could see Lucas scrambling to get Max’s Walkman away from our feet, but unfortunately, amid our scuffle, Jason accidentally smashed the device with his foot.

“No!” Lucas yelled, gathering the pieces while shaking Max. “Max, get out of there! This isn’t working! Come back! We need to stop!”

I cursed when Jason grasped my ankle and forcefully dragged me to the ground. I hollered in exquisite discomfort when the floorboards beneath me began to collapse, and pressure was being applied to my neck. Jason was choking me. I withered my way out of his hold just in time. Any second longer, I would’ve fallen through the hole the charred floorboards created because of our brawl.

“Guys, stop fighting!” Lucas pleaded. “It isn’t helping anything!”

Blinking my bloodied eyes and fueled by rage, I glared at the boy. “This is my fight! Not yours!”

“Fighting doesn’t solve shit!” He remarked, bravely stepping in between Jason and me. “We can handle this civilly!”

“Back off, Sinclair,” Jason barked. “Lydia’s right. This is our fight. Not yours. You made your choice just like she made hers.”

Wait, what was I doing? I suddenly stepped back and released my muscles. I blinked, horrified at how vengeful I just felt. I had never hit anybody in my entire life until now. When I realized what I had done, I fell to the floor sobbing. “This- this isn’t how I live life. I- I don’t fight people like this. I hate violence. God, please forgive me. I never meant for this to happen. Jason, let’s talk. I will tell you everything you want to know, okay? Please stop your rampage and look inside yourself. You’re hurting. You miss Chrissy. I’m so sorry you lost her. She didn’t deserve to die. But when we say there is another world adjacent to us, and the monsters in that realm have plagued our town for the past five years, you need to believe us. Please don’t throw my mercy away. I beg you.”

He looked irresolute. Red plasma overwhelmed his eye. That was going to be a black eye soon. He let down his guard and listened to Lucas and me explain everything. I could tell he was remorseful for what he had done earlier.

“We-”

It suddenly occurred to us that we weren’t paying attention to Max, and she was in the air. The sharp noise of broken bones pierced the atmosphere, and Lucas and I held each other in fright.

“Max!” I yelled. “Max!”

Vecna cursed her. And there was nothing we could do to stop it. We watched as her limbs crumbled like someone crushing a soda can.

Before he could say any more, Erica ran up the stairs and froze when she saw Jason. She immediately cowered away, but I said, “Wait! Erica, we’re alright. Go across the street and have someone call 9-1-1! Now!”

She obliged, but fear was still evident on her face. I rushed over to Max and cradled her in my arms, my eyes puffy. “Oh, Max. I’m so sorry. This is all my fault.”

She coughed and complained, “I can’t see anything. I feel so numb.”

I touched her heart and whimpered, “Don’t talk. Help is coming; please, stay with us.”

“I’m trying,” she gasped. Seeing her blind with blood streaming down her face will be a sight I will never forget. “But I can’t. I don’t want to die. I’m not ready!”

“We know! We know!” I wailed. “Please, stop talking! You need strength!”

But she became unresponsive, and horror pulsed through me. She was gone. Lucas caterwauled a bloodcurdling scream when he realized she was dead, and I covered my eyes while crying. I embraced Lucas in a moment of despair.

Then it struck me. “Eddie! Where’s Eddie?!” I wailed, struggling to get up. “I need to make sure he’s okay! We already lost Max! I can’t lose him, too!”

“We don’t know what we’re dealing with here!” Jason snapped in reply. “Don’t go. We will find him afterward. Don’t go setting yourself up for danger.”

“No!” I protested. “What if Vecna has him?! No! No!”

“You’re not breathing!” Jason hissed. “Breathe in and out. You need to reorient yourself.”

“Don’t tell me what to do! You’re not my Mom!”

As soon as I said that, he released me from his grasp, and I scrambled to my feet.

“At least let me take you to the trailer,” Jason said. “You’re in no condition to walk.”

“Fine! Just take me there now! Lucas, call 9-1-1! Tell them we need an ambulance!”

He held Max tightly. He wasn’t going to go anywhere.

“I got it,” Jason responded. “The PD is five minutes away.”

But before I could step forward, the ground shook, and a deafening crack thundered. Less than a millisecond later, the floor split in half.

“Lydia!” Jason called and pulled me to the ground just before the rift in the boards occurred. The world was ending, and it was all my fault.

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TITH VOL IV CHAPTER EIGHT: PAPA

VOL IV CHAPTER SEVEN < Previous installment • Next installment > VOL IV CHAPTER NINE

Synopsis: Nancy obtains the validity surrounding Hawkins’ new and past evils while trapped in her own mind. After she is lifted from Vecna’s curse, she reveals his plans and what she saw. The gang devises a battle agenda. A/N: this chapter begins with Nancy in the Upside Down and in the Lab in her POV. | Total number of words: 1.5k. | Reading time: 5 minutes.

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Warnings: baby crying but only because it was just born, blood, Brenner turns into Vecna (guys, you have no idea how much this specific scene scared me), brief mention of sex, dead Barb (RIP), dead Chrissy (RIP), dead Patrick (RIP), death, childbirth, cursing, Jason gets a little too close to Nancy but she’s a badass and tells him to fuck off, Nancy feeling depressed and guilty about Barb’s death, period-typical harrasment toward DnD players, Vecna using Nancy’s trauma regarding Barb against her, vines being used as restraints, wow- Henry was actually a good person at one point in his life.

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Hawkins, Indiana [Eddie’s Trailer • The Upside Down]

March 28th, 1986

Nancy screamed as she fell into an endless void, clawing at the air. A few moments later, she landed on tough grounds with a hard thud. Pain shot through her instantly. She exclaimed as she struggled to get back to her feet, wincing in discomfort.

“Do you remember what you did, Nancy?” Nancy glanced around, horrified. Before her was the corpse of her best friend, Barbara Holland, who was kidnapped by the Demogorgon the night she slept with Steve, ultimately resulting in her feeling responsible for her death. Culpability. Vecna preyed on people with immense regret or trauma, and she had plenty of that. She shuddered violently as a cold breeze ghosted her skin. “Because when I kill, I never forget.”

In the blink of an eye, she was somewhere else—a red world. Unexpectedly, something from her consciousness surfaced. This is just like Max’s drawing, she thought. I’m in Vecna’s Mind Lair. That could only mean one thing: she was also under Vecna’s curse spell.

“How was blind, dumb Victor Creel?” Vecna’s demonic voice asked. “I’ve been meaning to check in, but I’ve been busy. So very busy.”

Nancy was met with a grisly sight: the corpses of Chrissy, Fred, and Patrick, all displayed in grotesque positions. She gasped, covering her mouth. It then occurred to her that remnants of a house were floating around the atmosphere. And a clock. Without a doubt, she had invaded Vecna’s Mind Lair. Then, a recognizable door entered her view. It was a stained glass rose, and her heart skipped a beat. Why did Vecna think about the Creel family? What affiliation does he have with them?

The terrain changed, and the house was different. It was freshly constructed. Nancy was in the driveway when a Blue Cadillac came into view. She didn’t know if the family could see her, so she stepped aside. A young man and his wife exited the car, followed by their two children. They all gazed at the house in awe. The man stepped inside, letting his family through, and the little girl named Alice ran off to explore upstairs. Nancy stared inquisitively at the boy, shuddering. Something didn’t feel right. The air shifted, and she briefly saw the boy, Henry, rush into a bathroom. She peeked inside and saw him opening the vent to reveal a nest of Black Widow spiders.

That’s just like the vent Steve found, Nancy thought. Henry put those jars in there.

She was starting to connect the dots. But before she could process everything, she kept being transported somewhere else. She was now outside witnessing Henry kill a rabbit with his powers, and to her horror, she remembered what Victor had said.

“Neighbors blamed the animal mutilations on a wild cat,” he scoffed. “But this? This was no wild cat. No. It was a demon. A demon cursing me for my sins.”

She was now in a hospital and heard the screaming of a woman and different words of encouragement. “Just one more push!” A woman said. “I see her head!” Then, the universal noise of a baby wailing. Nancy sauntered to the room, where she could hear the infant crying. She opened the door.

There on a bed was a young woman delicately holding her newborn and a young blonde man watching the child drink its mother’s milk. “What do you want to name her?” The man asked, eyes shining as he looked at the woman with fondness.

“Lydia,” the woman answered hoarsely. “Lydia. I want to name her Lydia. I love you so much, Henry. We did well.”

The man, Henry, tenderly embraced both of them. “And I love both of my girls. Yes, we did. Our daughter is perfect, just like you. You did such a good job, my angel. Rest now.”

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Lydia, Nancy thought. She stepped closer to examine the lovers and their cherub. The man had dazzling blue eyes and striking golden hair, similar to Lydia’s. The woman had excessively dark brown hair, almost identical to Lydia’s distinct highlights. Wait a second. Nancy didn’t know how she should approach the couple. Was this a memory of someone’s past? What would happen if she interrupted the moment? However, the next thing she knew was that she witnessed Henry Creel having a tattoo inked on his bottom wrist by an older adult. By Doctor Martin Brenner.

“Don’t you see?” The old doctor said, not meeting her gaze. The air shifted, and Nancy held a breath. “That wasn’t so hard, was it? Was it, Miss Wheeler?”

Doctor Brenner met her stare while clasping his hands behind his back. “Take a seat, Nancy.”

She was suddenly strapped to a hospital chair while taut, thick vines wrapped around her ankles, arms, chest, neck, waist, and wrists. She struggled against them, panicking. Then, Vecna came into the room. She knew he was playing mind games with her. He impersonated Brenner by using one of his memories, precisely when he had the 001 tattoo. He was equally as powerful as El. How would they defeat him?

Thick, wet vines constricted her anywhere they could hold purchase on, and the one around her neck slowly began to make her choke. She looked at Vecna in horror, her eyes wide with a silent plea. He casually strolled to the chair and placed his claws on either side of her arms, making her shiver. He tilted his head as if examining her.

“I want you,” Vecna said thunderously. “To tell Eleven… what you see.”

He lifted his claw, and at this point, Nancy was petrified. Never before had she been so scared of death. But when you’re dealing with a living embodiment of Freddy Krueger, you instantly wish you had never put yourself in this position you’re in in the first place. With her, if she hadn’t gone to that party, Barb would still be alive, and Vecna wouldn’t be targeting her. He was like the predator that would stalk its prey for several days before going in for the kill.

What she saw next was going to haunt her until the day she died. Vecna displayed an image in her head of Hawkins being ripped apart by four Gates, and the deaths of loved ones, including Holly, Mike, and her mother. Wait. What did her mother have to do with this? What connection does she have with Vecna? What trauma does she have that Vecna would go after?

“No,” she said, struggling against his telekinetic hold.

“Tell her…” Vecna repeated. “What you see.”

“No!”

Nancy gasped when she was thrown out of the trance, her eyes wide. She fell, but a pair of arms caught her. It was Steve. “Woah! Woah! Woah! Nancy! Nancy! It’s okay! It’s okay.”

Hawkins, Indiana [Forest Hills Trailer Park • Eddie’s Trailer]

“He showed me the most awful things.”

Nancy trembled, bouncing her knees. “Holly. Mike. My mother.”

An odd silence hung over the group. Nancy stood up, looking at the window. “Somehow, all of this is connected to Eleven. Henry showed me a memory of El destroying him and sending him to the Upside Down. We need to go back.”

A string of “no’s” floated around everyone, and Nancy sighed.

“If he’s anything like El,” Dustin said. “He’s probably stuck in a trance, defenseless. We need weapons.”

“He only has one kill,” Max murmured. Everyone looked at her. “We need to stop him. I’m willing to be the bait.”

“No, Max-” Lucas began, but she cut him off.

“I can survive him again.”

“Hey, Red,” Eddie said. “You got a mask?”

The group slowly sauntered to a caravan, and Eddie climbed in it, shuffling with the wires.

Robin was quick to chime in, “Uh, Eddie, I’m not sure I’m very fond of the idea of you driving.”

He smirked. “Oh, I’m just starting this sucker. Harrington’s got her. Dontcha, big boy?”

I laughed when I saw Steve’s face contort in confusion.

The camper started up.

“Hey! Stop!”

The owners.

“We gotta go!” I exclaimed, shoving the others aside. “Eddie, hide!”

Steve sped away from Trailer Park and drove to the War Zone.

Hawkins, Indiana [The War Zone]

“Let’s make this a quick stop,” Nancy said, giving the others tasks on what to get.

Nancy observed the place. Weapons were on display as far as the eye could see, some of them dangerous, from the collection of hunting knives to shotguns. She smirked. Guns were always her thing. She approached the clerk and put the gun on the table.

“Two of these, please.”

Oh shit.

Nancy timidly looked to the side. Sure enough, Jason Carver was there. He was on the hunt for Eddie.

“Wheeler,” he said.

She gave him an empathetic glance, eyes softening. “I’m sorry about Chrissy. It must be hard.”

He nodded. “You know, I’ve been looking for Eddie. Any idea where he’s at?”

Nancy gulped, shifting uncomfortably as he came closer. His disgusting breath billowed on her face, causing her to wince. She grabbed the gun, staring at him furiously. Jason clutched it. “Do you know where your brother is? Mike?”

Nancy thought for a moment before replying with a smirk, “He’s in California visiting his girlfriend. Now, let go.”

“I know you’re hiding Eddie,” he continued. “He deserves to be locked up after what he did to Chrissy. That freak Satan worshiper.”

“Let. Go.” Nancy enunciated, not blinking. He eventually did, and Nancy rushed to collect the others and hop on the caravan as they rode to the Creel House in silence.

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