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

35: Alright, Wheeler, i think we found your hub.

Y/n's pov

Our journey to the hub was tense and silent.

No one spoke from fear of demodogs lurking around any corner.

No one let their guard down and we all stayed in a tightly knit group.

After awhile of walking, when almost all our hope had gone, the tunnels began to blend together.

We knew we were getting close.

"God." Lucas said with a gasp.

We suddenly came into a part of the tunnel that was surrounded by large, swollen purple spores that spit more particles into the thick air surrounding us.

"What is this place?" Max wondered aloud.

"Come on. Keep moving." Steve ordered, walking on.

We all willingly obeyed, following closely behind Steve as we marched on towards where we assumed to be the hub.

Well, all of us except for a certain curly haired boy.

"Help! Help!" The sudden, panicky voice of Dustin rang out.

"Dustin!" Mike called.

In less than a second, our entire group had turned around and ran to him as fast as we could, all the while yelling and panicking.

"Dustin? Dustin!" We all hollered, most of the shouting coming from me.

We all scrambled around him once we found him, trying to see if he was okay and what was the matter.

Steve roughly shoved past us to check on him.

"What happened? What happened!?" Steve asked frantically.

Dustin was doubled over with his hands on his knees, coughing and sputtering as high pitched screeches came out of his mouth.

"It's in my mouth! Some got in my mouth!" He said, taking a deep breath.

"SHIIIIIT!" He shrieked.

We watched as he coughed more and began spitting on the ground in an attempt to get whatever was in his mouth, out.

His breaths slowly calmed and he looked up to us, still panting.

"I'm okay." He said softly.

We all let out sighs of relief and slight annoyance.

"You serious?" Max hissed.

"Very funny, man. Nice, very nice." Steve grumbled, standing up straight and marching off again.

"Jesus, what an idiot." Lucas said.

We followed after Steve again and Dustin quickly scrambled to his feet.

"Hang on, wait. Wait!" Dustin said, in fear of being left behind.

"Come on, Han Solo." I said, rolling my eyes with a chuckle and offering my hand to Dustin.

He took my hand and we ran quickly back to the group, not letting go.

Our journey didn't last long, within five minutes we had arrived at the entrance to a huge space where all the tunnels merged into.

It was the size of most of the Byers' house combined and the ceiling got twice the tunnel's height as it formed into a dome like structure. Just like the tunnels, it had giant, swollen purple and blue spores that sprayed more and more particles.

It was damp and sticky feeling, with thick air and floating particles. There were grimy vines everywhere, from the ceiling to the floor, and it reeked like dead animal carcasses and rot.

Even though I was wearing a bandanna over my nose, the smell still hit me like a disgusting wave of rotting flesh.

I shuddered at the smell, pushing my makeshift mask up farther on my face.

"Alright Wheeler. I think we found your hub." Steve said, gazing out upon the cavern.

"Let's drench it." Mike said.

We set to work covering every inch of the hub in gasoline, each of us carrying a container of some sort.

The stench of decay and mold was quickly buried under that of gallons of gasoline and lighter fluid.

Lucas sprayed the ceiling with the pesticide sprayer from back at the Byers, which he had filled with the fuel while the rest of us covered the walls and floors.

When we were finished, not a single drop of gasoline was left in any of our canisters.

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