What do you think? I think you're an idiot. (Dustin Henderson x Reader)

34: Going down to the hub.

Y/n's pov

The car's engine roared across Merrill's pumpkin farm as we came to a screeching halt in front of a large hole in the ground.

The sudden stop threw all our bodies forwards, especially Steve.

"WOAH HELLo!" He yelled, taking a deep breath.

Gasps of surprise came out of all of the party at my driving and the fact that we hadn't died.

"Incredible." Mike said.

"I told you." Dustin said, as I took the keys out of the ignition.

"She's driven before." Lucas finished for him, patting me on the shoulder.

The party and I all quickly got out of the car, heading straight for the trunk where we had put all our materials and supplies.

Steve, meanwhile tried to get out of the car. He was kicking and squirming but eventually managed to get out.

He got out of the car, but still being half conscious made him fall down on the ground on his hands and knees.

He groaned in pain as he pulled himself up and looked around at us.

The party and I were putting on goggles and bandannas.

I was trying to get it on my face but it wasn't working so well.

Incredibly intelligent, am I right?

"It's- it's just being stupid!" I said, struggling at an extreme level.

"No-it- just.... let me help." Dustin said, reaching up and pulling it down so it fit my face properly.

"Guys." I heard Steve say, to which he was ignored.

"Thank you." I said with a sigh to Dustin.

"Oh no, guys." Steve said.

Dustin and I just stood there staring at each other while the rest of the party got their gear on.

"Get a room!" Max and Lucas said in unison with a chuckle.

We both quickly looked away, like that did anything, and Max winked at me with a knowing smirk.

Steve was still trying to get our attention but it wasn't working.

Mike walked around to the front of the car with the gasoline canister and some rope.

"Hey, where do you think you're going?" Steve asked quickly.

Mike ignored Steve and kneeled in front of the bumper.

"What are you, deaf? Hello?!" Steve tried.

Max followed Mike, which in turn looked like it probably made Steve more mad.

"We are not going down there right now! I made myself clear!" Steve yelled, pointing his finger to the ground in an infuriated manner.

Max headed for the hole and Mike tied the rope to the car.

"Hey, there is no chance we're going into that hole, alright?!" Steve said.

Lucas walked past the worried and mad arguing babysitter without a word or even a glance and joined Max and Mike.

Now it was just Dustin and I standing at the trunk.

Steve stumbled over to us.

"Steve!" Dustin called, grabbing his sleeve to prevent the boy from chasing after the rest.

"You're upset, we get it." I said, motioning back and forth between Dustin and I.

"But the bottom line is, a party member requires assistance, and it is our duty to provide that assistance." Dustin added.

"I know you promised nance that you would keep us safe." I said.

Dustin reached into the trunk and handed me Steve's backpack, complete with the spike bat sticking out.

I shoved it into Steve's body, almost making him fall over.

"So keep us safe." The two of us said together.

Steve glared at us and shook his head, but he knew what he would have to do.

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Steve was the last to descend into the hole, and he looked stunned as he looked around.

"Holy shit." He said.

The beam of Dustin's flashlight danced in front of us as we all looked at our surroundings.

Mike's flashlight landed on the map of the tunnels I had quickly made in our limited time.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure it's this way." Mike said, lifting his flashlight to peer down one of the tunnels.

"You're pretty sure or you're certain?" I asked skeptically.

"I'm 100 percent sure. Just follow me and you'll know." Mike called back, starting to march down the tunnel.

"Woah, woah, woah, hey, hey, hey, hey." Steve said, making Mike come to a halt as the older boy walked up to him.

Mike threw his arms out in frustration.

"What?" Mike asked, irritated.

"I don't think so. Any of you little shits die down here and I'm getting the blame, got it, dipshit?" Steve asked, ripping the map out of Mike's hands.

"From here on out I'm leading the way." Steve said.

"Oh, this is a really good map, who made this?" Steve asked.

"Steve! Not the time!" I said loudly.

"Right. Come on, let's go." Steve said.

We all followed him in a single file line like little ducklings following their mother as we disappeared down the dark tunnel.

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