You weren't expecting anything bad to happen, as the real struggle starts when you join the high school this upcoming Monday. But on a Saturday? Everything would be fine. Well, that's what you expected.

You must be going insane. There's no such thing as demons or monsters that came from a board game. These kids were the crazy ones! Maybe it was just a stray dog. A big, not-dog-like stray dog. "I feel like I can't breathe," you gasped from your spot on the ground, regaining the attention of the bickering kids.

"Someone go get Steve!" One of the kids said. "The hell is steve gonna do?" A boy with curly brown hair snapped. "Um, I don't know! We just found some random girl being attacked by a demogorgon! She needs a doctor, at least!" The first boy yelled. "Demodog!" The curly-haired boy corrected sassily.

"Stop arguing! Just get her out of here!" A ginger spoke up angrily and grabbed one of your arms. The group of kids began dragging you through the woods. You tried to protest, but all that came out was a series of groans. "Hey, be careful idiots!" Was the last thing you heard before everything went dark.

You woke up to the feeling of someone putting something cold on your forehead. Slowly opening your eyes, they took a moment to focus before you saw a cute boy sitting above you, holding ice to your forehead.

"What the....fuck" you started, making the boy move away slightly. "Oh, you're awake. Welcome back," he smiled. "What happened?" You frowned, trying to sit up but failing. "You were attacked by... something. And the losers who brought you here hit your head on a rock. But you should be fine" the boy explained.

"I'm Steve. Steve Harrington," he added. "Y/n...," you introduced warily, finally pushing yourself into a sitting position. "What the fuck attacked me?" You demanded, wanting to know the truth that didn't involve mythical creatures.

"I doubt you'll believe me," Steve replied. "Try me," you countered. Steve laughed slightly and began speaking. Everything that came out of his mouth sounded like complete bullshit, but something about him made you believe it all. None of it made sense, but you believed it.

"That's... fucked," you let out a breath after he was finished. "Yeah, i know. I got dragged into this mess last year," Steve nodded. "Well... seems like I'm part of it too," you said, scared of what that meant for you.

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You sat in the abandoned bus with Dustin, Lucas, and Max, watching as Steve stupidly went out to fight off the dogs. You hadn't expected the first attack to have such a lasting effect on you, but just seeing what of those creatures put you on the brink of a panic attack.

So when an entire pack of them showers up at the junkyard, you freaked. "Deep breathes, Y/n! Calm the hell down!" Dustin said sternly, grabbing your shoulders. "That's not helping, asshat!" Max snapped, pulling Dustin away. You sunk to the floor, trying to control your rapid breathing but failing terribly. "We-We're gonna did," you chocked out.

"No we're not. We'll be ok!" Max assured. "Guys! Look!" Lucas yelled. Dustin and Max hurried to look outside, only to see every one of the demodogs running away.

Steve stumbled back into the bus. "Where are they going?!" He demanded before seeing you. "Woah, are you ok?" He hurried to your side, concern written on his face. You tried to say something but the words wouldn't come out.

"Hey, hey, calm down. They can't hurt you anymore," he assured, pulling you into a tight hug. You cling onto him, ignoring Dustin's comment about how they weren't truly gone yet.

You closed your eyes and focused on Steve. Right now, Steve was all that mattered. He was okay. You were okay. Everything was going to be okay.

Maybe?