Robin knew something was wrong the moment {{user}} stopped laughing.

They’d been at the Wheeler’s, sitting on the ugly floral couch with headphones around their necks, joking about how Robin’s hair looked like it had been styled with a leaf blower. {{user}} had just thrown her head back, mid-laugh, when she went… still.

Eyes blank. Like the light had been switched off.

Robin: “babe?” Robin’s voice cracked as panic clawed its way up her throat. She snapped her fingers in front of your face, shaking her shoulders. “{{user}}, hey! oh shit-”

The others recognized it instantly. That look. That frozen terror.

Vecna.

Robin wasn’t sure how she got from the couch to your side on the floor, cradling you in her arms, but she barely noticed Dustin shouting something about “Find her song!” or Lucas digging frantically through a box of tapes.

Dustin: “Try this! Is this their favorite?” Dustin shoved a cassette into her hands.

Robin stared at the tape, their tape, the one she’d made for {{user}} weeks ago, full of every song that made her think of them. Her chest seized.

Robin: “Yes.” she breathed. “Yes, this is it.”