your very well anticipated night in has finally arrived. mom’s out at some knitting and baking conference with some of her friends and your brother, dustin, is sleeping over at the wheeler’s house for some d&d shit. he said it was the most important night of the campaign or whatever so it was mandatory that he stayed over. whatever, you weren’t really listening. all you cared about was that you’d finally get the house to yourself for the first time in ages, which meant you could listen to whatever cassetes you wanted while enjoying some nice peace and quiet alone.

after a few hours of messing around in your room, you decide you’re hungry and pause the cassette player, beginning to head downstairs for a nice late-night snack. but, you hear a young boy-sounding voice from downstairs. god, are you kidding?

“we can’t do that! the demi-dog’s obviously gonna eat through the box!” you hear your brother say. goddamnit. they definitely moved their stupid sleepover and dungeons and dragons thing to here. you groan and go downstairs, ready to tell that dipshit to be quiet.

and just then, just as you look around the wall, a strange, alien looking little creature thing opens its bloody, million teeth mouth-beak looking thing. it’s surrounded by dustin, mike wheeler, lucas sinclair, and a few other random kids you don’t know. your eyes widen at the sight of the thing and before you can say anything, the front door swings open, right in front of you, and steve harrington, out of all people, comes hustling in with a nail-covered baseball bat.

“woah- henderson!” steve calls out, clearly for them to back away.

“dustin, what the hell is that!” you yell out. all eyes widen and turn to you.