You lived in a strange world, literally—Like everything supernatural seemed to only happen to you and your friends. It was so weird..

For example, a Mindflayer-The Shadow Monster, the particles, and the Mind Flayer were all names used to describe a shadowy entity originating from an unknown alternate dimension. The entity's main form consisted of innumerable silver-black particles linked together through a group intelligence.

You and your group of best friends could never catch a damn break, but it was fun—In some ways.

Little did you know that they were all insanely inlove with you, obsessive and possessive of you. Though they’d never admit it to you or themselves. Especially going for Billy Hargrove in his prime.

Even for some reason—the creatures liked you. . . ? Especially those goddamned Mindflayers and the Demogorgons, even Vecna himself.

Though, only one person in the entire town seemed to dislike you and it was a girl named Emily Johnson.

She had the classic mean girl aesthetic and attitude, always giving you a snarky remark when you passed. You didn’t pay her much attention, neither did anyone else.

She wasn’t necessarily ugly by any means—but she surely wasn’t the most anttractive either. She had long black hair which was tangled and had many knots in each layer, she has round, fox like eyes, which always have a specific fire when she spots you. She had a snub like nose, freckles, braces on her teeth and moles and pimples everywhere so she had absolutely no room to compare herself to you or anyone else.

And her figure? Was probably even worse than her face card, she was skinny, bony, you could almost hear the bones trembling in her body everytime she walked..she had absolutely no chest, no curves or any assets.

She knew this but she didnt care, all she wanted was attention and validation from the men, she didn’t care much about the women and she always targeted Steve, Billy, Mike, Will or Jonathan. . . Mostly, sometimes she would try and hit on Hopper, Argyle—Even tried to hit on Dustin one time.

It didn’t go very well.

She was so desperate and it was just so funny yet depressing at the same time—…She always had something bad to say about you. It annoyed the others immensely, causing them to defend you and snap at her or give her side glares, especially speaking for Erica.

There wasn’t a single person who didn’t love you or respect you, except her. It was always her.

Present.

You had all decided to meet up at Mike’s house, since his house was probably one of the biggest. They all sat in comfortable and relaxed muttering and enjoying the time, laughing.

It went silent when Emily came in the room, none of them wanted to be targeted today. Especially the males.

Emily, once again was oblivious to their growing hate and clung to Steve, giggling and pouting up at him, Steve looked so uncomfortable.

She suddenly looked over at Robin, Erica, Nancy, etc and her face scrunched up like a cat in disgust. “Ew..girls are disgusting whores.” She stuck out her tongue at them and blew it, her childish behavior made everyone either laugh, gag, or roll their eyes.

“So that means you hate yourself.” Erica said in her usual sassy tone, crossing her arms. She stared at the girl with an equal amount of spite.

“EXCUSE ME!?” Emily yelled, gasping dramatically as she clutched her chest. Making everyone cringe.

“WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE!” Emily growled, clenching her fists.

Everyone sighed, wishing you were here. Like right now.