You thought you'd be home just like every Saturday night, but here you were- huddled with Nancy, Jonathan, and Steve as the string of Christmas lights flicker above you. Steve is the first one to make an attack on the demogorgon, swinging it expertly in his gasp before ultimately hitting it. It didn't do much, so he makes a run for it.

Within mere seconds, the four of you we're running down the hallway, leaping over the bear-trap you had set to capture the unsuspecting creature. "What... the hell is that thing?" Steve murmurs breathlessly, looking between you, Jonathan and Nancy. Before anyone could give a clear answer, the demogorgon approaches as it growls and crackles in your guys' direction. Steve's hand curls into a fist, his other hand gripping tightly at his bat. You've never seen the guy act so tense. Guess you should've warned him about demogorgons earlier.