-Chapter 001-

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I/N = Insult Name

Y/N = Your Name

L/N = Last Name

november, 1983.

Y/N'S POV:


Mike, Will, Dustin, Lucas and I were sat in Mike's basement.

''A shadow grows on the wall behind you; swallowing you in darkness.''

''It is almost here.''

''What is it?'' Will asks.

''What if it's the Demogorgon?'' Dustin panics, ''Oh, jesus, we're so screwed if it's the Demogorgon.''

''It's not the Demogorgon.'' Lucas tells him.

''An army of troglodytes storm into the chamber!'' Mike reveals as he slams down a figure onto the board.

Oh.

''Troglodytes?'' Dustin asks.

''Told ya.'' Lucas teases.

The boys fall into fits of giggles; due to their incorrect assumption.

''Wait a minute,'' Mike speaks up. ''Did you hear that? That sound. boom!''

Mike slams his fists onto the board.

''That didn't come from the Troglodytes. No, that came from something else.'

We all glance around in confusion.

Mike then slams a figure onto the board.

''The Demogorgon!''

We all groan in defeat.

''We're in deep shit!'' Dustin curses aloud.

''Will, your action?'' Mike quickly asks him.

''I-I don't know!'' Will stammers.

''Fireball him!'' Lucas demands.

''I'd have to roll a thirteen or higher!'' Will reminds him.

''Too risky.'' Dustin murmurs. ''Cast protection.''

''Don't be a pussy! Fireball him!'' Lucas says to Will.

''The Demogorgon is tired of your silly human bickering!'' Mike raises his voice as he narrates. ''It stomps towards you...''

''Will, you gotta decide!'' I quickly step in.

''He roars in anger!'' Mike shouts.

''Fireball!'' Will finally decides as he throws the dice.

The dice rolls off the table and onto the floor somewhere.

We immediately rose up from our seats to go find the dice.

''Where'd it go?'' Lucas asks.

''I don't know!'' Will replies.

''Was it a thirteen?'' Dustin asks.

''How's he supposed to know?'' I scoff frustratingly.

''Mike!'' Karen yells as she opens the basement door.

Mike raises his head up to meet his mother's gaze.

''Mom, we're in the middle of a campaign!'' He whines.

''You mean the end?'' She points to her watch on her wrist. ''Fifteen after.''


''Got it!'' I yell as I grab the found-dice. ''It's a...''

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