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It all started on one faithful day, all the kids ushering him to wake up at the ripe time of 7:00 AM on a Saturday for a Campaign at Eddies Trailer. He swore he'd be on his best behaviour for Dustin, but the fact that his Dustbin lord (Or Dungeon Master. Whatever.) still cared about the school popularity and 'King Steve' really gave him the ick. Of course Eddie didn't need to love him, but that didn't mean he could be an asshole and slip in really horribly timed insults. Ugh.
Steve grabs his keys, his yellow sweater, and coasts off to Robins house.
KNOCK KNOCK
"Hello? Oh Steve! Hi sweetheart, Robin will be down in a second!"
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"ROBIN! COME DOWNSTAIRS, YOUR FRIEND IS HERE!"
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CRASH!
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"Robin are you OK sweetie?"
Robin hastily picked herself back up after she had slipped and fell don the stairs
"Yeah, sorry ma!"
"Steve lets go! Bye ma, don't worry, i'll be home in a couple hours!"
Robin grabs Steve by the arm with a little tug and they enter the car, cruising towards Eddies trailer
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"I'm telling you Rob, Vickie likes boobies!"
"so not!" Robin huffs,
"Yes, she does! She paused fast times at 54 minutes 5 seconds! Who does that? People who like BOOBIES Robin! BOOBIES!"
"OK OK! I'll make a move on her soon enough, calm your tits Steven!"
SCREECH
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They pull up infront of the trailer, looking quite satisfied at the perfect reverse parking Steve had just done. The kids had left minimal space for Steves car with their bikes, so he made the most of it.
"Hi! And welcome to my humble abode Buckley! .. And Steve." Eddies mood dampened when he saw the Jock.
"You sure he reverse parked that car? He doesn't seem to have the brains for it." Eddie snarks
"Hardy har har. So funny Eddie! Can you NOT Eddie? Steph didn't do anything!" Robin groans, already tired of Eddies gimmicks. Steve just looked downright gobswaggled at the Dungeon master (Dustbins) Behaviour.
".. Well anyways! Lets get this campaign started! Wayne recently built us a lil underground hut for our campaigns, although I like to call it the EDDIE HUT!"
"Although its moreso a basement."
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As they walk downstairs into the EDDIE HUT™, Steve starts to get the creeps. It reminds him of a certain basement..
As he keeps walking, a horrible feeling climbs up his spine and the rooms spinningspinningspinning and hefeelslikehesgonnathrowupandhefeelsarmscrawlinguphischestandtheraggedbreathsofagrownmandownhisneckandhecantbreathand-
"Steve? You good?" Robin inquires
Dustin gets up from his spot, seeing Steve freeze up.
"Steve..?"
"What? King Steve scared of a little dirty basement? Are you allergic to poor people?" Eddie snarks-
"-Shit, Eddie I think he actually needs help!" Dustin Screams-
-El looks in worry.
"I might have to go into the void, to see what Steves doing.. I don't think he's ok."
Robin, Eddie and Dustin wait for El to inquire about what she sees, but suddenly everything goes black. Their eyes adjust to the dark, and in the small light they see a small mattress, a black phone, and a kid that looked an awful lot like Steve. All four of them see eachother, El, Dustin, Eddie and Robin make eye contact. Oh shit. They're in Steves Head.
"What the fuck?" Eddies the first to break the silence, as he watched the young kid get up. All four of them have inquired that this was, most definitely, Steve. He had the same head of hair, the Same brown eyes. The little scar on the back of the neck, and the fierce attitude.
"What's your name?" They all turn their heads towards the voice. They see a man with an ugly white mask creep up towards Steve. They see Steve slightly shiver.
"Taylor. Taylor Mullen." Steve gasps.
They all turn heads. Was Steve crazy? Who was Taylor Mullen? The tarantula living rent free in his head or something? So much for introductions.
"Nice try Stevie! I was almost about to let you go!" The Grabber exclaims, taking the crumpled up paper and throwing it towards Steve. He grabs it, and sees the missing poster. All four of them gather around to take a look at it.
"Is that.. a missing poster? This is Steves kidnapper? Steve was KIDNAPPED? Is he ok? Why did he never-" In the middle of Robins rambling, Eddie cuts her off.
"-Shit! So thats why Steve hates the basement! It reminds him of here!"
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The Scene suddenly changes, and the four watch as Steve is now in a living room, currently screaming and crying at some balding old man with some nasty odor coming off of him. (it was suspiciously scented like weed and beer).
"My dreams are just dreams!" Some little girl shouts, looking equally horrified at the situation.
"STOP! Gwenny did nothing! Leave her alone!" Steve yells, backing away from his dad when he raises the belt.
The four collect that the 'Gwenny' girl is probably his sister, but before they can keep watching and watchingandwatchingandwatchingaNDWATCHINGANDWATCHING-
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GASP
They all are snapped back to reality when Steve sits up quickly, breathing hard.
"Steve?"
"Can you explain what the ACTUAL FUCK just HAPPENED?"
Eddie just sits down, unwilling to stand on his knobby knees any longer.
So Steve explains, and explains. Even through the little breaks he has to take, he keeps talking.
"So you were .. kidnapped and all thid crazy stuff happened?" Dustin whispers, unable to handle talking louder.
"How come we never knew? You could be lying for all we know." Eddie calmly suggests, still in denial.
"I lived in North Denver before I moved here during middle school, disphit."
After Steve answers a couple more concerns, they all leave the EDDIE HUT, and sit on Eddies throw up scented couch.
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So much for a calming evening. Just the Harrington luck.
FIN.