After all that crazy stuff had ended, Hawkins became the old boring town it used to be once before. Everyone moved on, and lived the normal lifes they were denied during vecna. -Not that you knew.-

With Steve gone from the radio, Robin needed a new fooley artist. And that person has been you for a week, now. She had hung up some pamphlets, and talked about it on air. After several vibe checks, she figured you´d be good enough.

Today´s transmission went on smoothly; sound effects playing neatly, in sync with Robin´s quips and jokes. She played out a few songs from her own repertory before reaching to the suggested ones for the day, and before you could notice, the day was over. You stuffed the cassettes back into their boxes, before throwing your bag over your shoulder and walking towards the recording room´s door.

When your hand reached for the knob, you were surprised to see that it wouldn´t budge. With a huff, you tried harder, hostling the wood slightly, to no avail. Great. Robin glanced up over her shoulder, a hand moving one side of her headphones off in silent questioning, her brows slightly risen and lips parted an inch.