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

14: Erica.

Y/n's pov

Erica descended from the ladder we still had propped up against the wall, leading to the air duct. She clicked her flashlight off noisily as she strode over to the table in the middle of the room.

Dustin, Steve, Robin and I were currently leaning against the counter of the back room, having taken a risk with this little girl who just happened to be Lucas's sister.

"Yeah, I don't know." She said, looking back at us with a rather unimpressed look.

"You don't know if you can fit?" Dustin asked, slightly confused.

"Oh, I can fit." She stated matter-of-factly. "I just don't know if I want to."

"Are you claustrophobic?" I asked, scrunching my eyebrows as Robin nodded along.

"I don't have phobias." Erica scoffed with a pitiful laugh.

"Okay, well..." Steve began with a shrug. "What's the problem?"

"The problem is, I still haven't heard what's in this for Erica." She explained.

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Steve slid yet another banana split across the table to Erica, joining the mountain of ice cream that she already had.

She gave it a glance and slid it back to a tired Steve.

"More fudge please." She demanded in an overly nice voice.

Steve merely stared back at the Sinclair girl with irritated and tired eyes.

"Go on." Erica said, with a dismissive wave towards him.

With a sigh, Steve left the table with the desert in hand, returning to the counter.

Robin took the opportunity to pull out the marked blueprints she had been holding.

"Alright, you see this?" Robin asked, pointing from where scoops was situated on the map and tracing a line with her finger to the secret room. "This is the route you're gonna take. Then we just wait until the last delivery goes out tonight. Then you knock out the grate. Jump down. Open the door." Robin explained.

"Then you find out what's in those boxes?" Erica asked.

"Exactly." I answered with a nod.

"And you say this guard is armed?" Erica asked skeptically.

"Yes. But he won't be there." Dustin nodded quickly.

"And booby traps?" Erica questioned.

"Booby traps?" Robin echoed.

"Lazers. Spikes in the wall." Erica explained.

"What?" I asked.

Robin let out a chuckle at the young girl, but Erica stayed too serious.

"You know what this half-baked plan of yours sounds like to me? Child endangerment." Erica stated.

"It most definitely is." I smirked at her.

"We'll be in radio contact with you the whole time-" Robin tried.

"Uh! Uh! Uh!" Erica stopped her. "Child endangerment!"

Robin sighed.

"Erica?" Dustin began. "Hi, uh... we think these Russians want to do harm to country. Great harm. Don't you love your country?" He asked.

"You can't spell America without Erica." She shrugged, taking a loud sip of her float.

Dustin blinked and slowly nodded, his eyebrows bunching together in bewilderment.

"Uh... yeah. Oddly, that's uh... weirdly true, so... so! Don't do this for us. Do it for your country. Do it for your fellow man. Do this for America, Erica." Dustin persuaded.

Erica, who had been slurping her drink throughout his entire speech, finally finished it off and shivered.

"Ooh! I just got the chills." She smiled.

Dustin smiled proudly.

"Oh yeah, from this float. Not your speech." Erica quickly corrected, the smile dropping from her face.

Dustin's smile was wiped clean off his face.

"You know what I love most about this country?" Erica asked. "Capitalism. Do you know what capitalism is?"

The three of us mumbled out a 'yeah.'

"It means this is a free market system, which means people get paid for their services depending on how valuable their contributions are. And it seems to me that my ability to fit into that little vent is very valuable to you all." Erica said matter-of-factly, as if we didn't already know.

I shared a worried look with Dustin and Robin, unsure of what to expect this child's next demanding request to be.

"So, you want my help? This U.S.S. Butterscotch better be the first of many. And I'm talking free ice cream for life." Erica said.

Oh, no.

Well, here we go again.

Except, this time, we're getting a child who happens to be Lucas's younger sister involved. Probably not the greatest idea, but what better option do we have?

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