His Favorite Flavor//Steve x Fem!Reader//Stranger Things

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POSSIBLE TW'S: BREAKING AND ENTERING A SCHOOL, MENTIONS OF MURDER, HEADACHES (???), NOSEBLEEDS (???), CUSSING, NIGHTMARES

    "Dustin, do you copy?" Robin asked over the walkie-talkie. "Yeah, I copy," Dustin said. "So, Nancy's a genius. Vecna's first victims date back all the way to 1959. Her shot in the dark was a bull's-eye." Robin told us. "Okay, that's totally bonkers, but I can't really talk right now," Dustin told her. "What are you doing?" Robin asked. "Breaking and entering into school to retrieve some confidential and extremely personal files," Dustin answered. "Can you repeat that?" Robin asked. "Just get your *ss over here, stat. We'll explain everything." Dustin quietly yelled into the walkie-talkie (Hope you understand that). We got to Ms. Kelley's office and Max unlocked the door with the key she stole from the guidance counselor's house. I know, Max Mayfield is a thief. Get over it and suck it up, buttercup. She opened the door and we walked in looking around. Max started looking through the files until she found Chrissy's and Fred's. "It's like a mini-Watergate or something. Hawkinsgate." Dustin said. "Wait a minute, didn't those guys get caught?" Steve asked. "Holy sh!t." Max marveled. "You found it?" Steve questioned. "Yeah, and not just Chrissy's file. Fred was seeing Ms. Kelley too." she said. We looked at the files. Notes were written on them. Headaches. Nosebleeds. Constant nightmares. Past trauma. I could see Max thinking about something as she read each thing on the list. "Max? What is it?" Steve asked in a fretful tone. I didn't answer still thinking about what I had read. "Max! Max!" he yelled. Her eyes were rolled back into her head. All you could see were the whites of her eyes. "Y/n." the deep raspy voice echoed. (Just so you know, this is supposed to be happening to Max at the same time you just don't realize it). I stood up to follow the voice from wherever it was coming from after it had faded away. The clock chimed as I stepped out the door. I turned towards where I had heard it. It was down the hallway we had walked into the office from. I walked towards the noise of a clock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. The noise echoed in the empty hallway. I pointed my flashlight toward the wall as I turned the corner. A large grandfather clock was inside the wall, but it looked like it had been thrown into it rather than put there neatly as the school was being built. The clock chimed again. I began to walk towards the clock, my flashlight pointing directly at it. The clock chimed for a third time. "Y/n." The voice said again. Now I knew what it was. Or shall I say who it was? I turned around scared for my life. The figure stood at the end of the hallway I was now standing in. And just like that, in the blink of an eye, I was standing over Max's shoulder, looking down at the files. I stood up straight, panting as I had just run across the country in less than an hour.

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Sorry this one is so short but it felt like it needed to be its own chapter