What do you think? I think you're an idiot. (Dustin Henderson x Reader)

10: The clock.

Y/n's pov

The walls grew dark around me, foggy almost. Like when you wake up in the morning and your eyes are glazed over.

I was struck with panic when Dustin and Steve's silhouettes faded away right in front of me, only Max didn't.

A red-ish hue overtook the room we were in, and Max and I looked to each other, fear-stricken.

"Dustin?" I began to call out. "Dustin! Steve!? Steve! Dustin!?!" My cries were useless, bouncing off the hallways and walls and echoing back into my face. "Shit."

"Where the hell are we?" I walked over to Max, who seemed in less of a panic than myself.

"I don't know..." she trailed off quietly, walking slowly to the door of the office.

"What? We're leaving?" I whispered, hastily following the girl.

The hallway was darker than ever, and as we walked closer and closer to the end, I held up my flashlight to reveal an old grandfather clock, tearing its way out of the wall, cracks all around it.

With each chime of the clock an overbearing sense of gloom encased me, like a bucket of ice water on my head.

The clock chimed again, and suddenly Max and I were back in the councillor's office.

Dustin had been shaking me, and Steve was right at Max, calling out her name.

"Dustin?" I asked, breathing rapidly.

"Holy shit, Y/n, are you okay?!" Dustin enveloped me in a tight hug. "Are you alright, my love?" He whispered gently and softly into my hair.

Max and I looked to each other in unison, catching our breaths.

I heard heels running down the hallway, and another pair of feet thumping along behind the first one, gradually getting closer to us.

Robin and Nancy appeared in the doorway, and they looked to us, like they knew something had happened.

——

"It was here." Max and I stood in front of the wall we had seen the clock in. "Right here."

Now, we stood in front of a blank, unharmed wall, all the flashlights basking it in a sea of light.

"A grandfather clock?" Nancy asked, almost unbelievingly.

"Yeah." I nodded. "Cracked out of the wall."

"It was so real." Max shook her head, now taking the situation much worse.

I couldn't blame her, though.

"And then when we got closer, suddenly we just like... teleported back into the office." I said, staring at the wall in front of me.

"It was like they were in a trance or something." Dustin said, grabbing onto my hand.

"Exactly what Eddie said happened to Chrissy." I sighed.

Max turned around.

"That's not even the bad part." Her face grew more and more scared with every quivering word she spoke.

——

We were now back in the office, looking at the files of Chrissy and Fred.

"Fred and Chrissy, they both came to Mrs. Kelly for help." Max said. "They both were having headaches, bad headaches that just wouldn't go away. And then..."

"Then the nightmares. Trouble sleeping. They'd wake up in a cold sweat." My voice had a certain tone in it when I spoke, a tone I rarely ever had.

"And then they started seeing things." Max said as the image of that stupid clock flashed through my mind again like like a view master clicking through the slides. "Bad things."

The clock ticked on and on.

"From their pasts." Max's voice pulled me out of my flashback. "And these visions, they just kept getting worse and worse until eventually..."

I took a deep breath. "Everything ended."

Robin looked up at the both of us. "Vecna's curse." She said.

"Chrissy's headaches started a week ago, Fred's six days ago." Max said.

"Y/n and I have been having them for five days." She said, her voice wavering.

"I don't know how long we have..." Max trailed off.

"All we know is that Fred and Chrissy both died less than 24 hours after their first vision." My eyes welled up. "And we just saw that goddamn clock, so..."

"Looks like we're gonna die tomorrow." Max said.

My breathing became shaky and Dustin pulled me into a hug. "It's gonna be okay, hun. I'm not gonna let anything happen to you. I promise. I love you so much." I started to calm down, and before I knew it I was fine again, convinced everything was fine.

There was a distant clang that echoed through the halls, and all our attention sprung to it.

Steve looked around the group. "Stay here." He grabbed a lamp, shaking the shade noisily off of it and walking into the hall.

The rest of us followed suit, completely disregarding his order.

There was clattering and, what I could only make out as the sound of sneakers on the floor.

Footsteps approached rapidly and everyone screamed as someone sprinted around the corner and stopped dead-center in front of us, screaming.

I immediately recognized the girly scream and shone my flashlight on the Sinclair boy's face as the screaming died down.

"It's me!" Lucas yelled.

"Lucas?" Nancy asked, dumbfounded.

"Jesus, what's wrong with you, Sinclair?!" Steve started to freak out, lowering the lamp.

"I'm sorry." Lucas was super out of breath, like he had just run a marathon or something.

"I could've taken you out with this lamp!" Steve shouted.

"You sure about that Steve?" I smirked, earning a sarcastic 'thank you, very much' in return.

"Sorry, guys." Lucas's hands were flying everywhere as he panted.

"I was... I was biking for eight miles." Lucas put a finger up to catch his breath. "Give me a second. Shit."

Dustin looked to me with an 'are you kidding me' look and then to Max.

"We've got a code red." Lucas said.

"What?" Steve was baffled and annoyed.

Lucas breathed heavily and walked over to Dustin and I.

"Dustin." He said. "I've been with Jason, Patrick and Andy and they've gone totally off the rails. They're trying to capture Eddie and they think you know where he is." He took another deep breath. "You're in terrible danger."

"Alright, yeah that definitely sucks but we've got bigger problems then Jason right now." Dustin looked back to Max and I.

Lucas looked at us, and I wiggled my fingers at him in a sort of worried greeting.

Word count: 1066

(I promise y/n won't die, my loves -Maia Jane<3)