Weird Town || reader insert

"Seriously! What the hell was that? What the hell was that?!" Steve shouted, continuing on from my questioning.

"Shut up!" both Nancy and Jonathan shouted right on back and I just stared dumbfounded.

"The fuck?!" I shouted right on back.

We both stood behind them as we all stared at the door. Nancy had the gun up, Jonathan held what looked like a baseball bat with nails sticking out of it and a lighter in his hand, flame up and ready.

The sound of clicking and snarling on the other side was the only sound in the room save for our panicked and just slightly exhausted breaths.

What.

The.

Fuck.

"What's it doing?" Nancy asked.

"I don't know," Jonathan replied as I grabbed Steve's arm and glanced around.

What is going on here?

Seriously.

What the fuck was that?

Where the hell did it come from?

Why... is it hunting... us?

What..?

I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down again when all of a sudden... it went quiet. Well, quieter than it was.

"Do you hear anything?" Nancy asked.

"No," was all Jonathan said before he snapped the lighter shut and moved to the door.

We watched them closely.

"Uh—" Steve glanced at me, and I looked at him confused.

"What do you want?" I asked.

"My arm? Can I have... my arm?" he asked.

His arm?

Glancing down, I realised I had grabbed it and remembered grabbing him as a way to ground myself again and quickly let it go, putting my hands up and stepping away.

"The fuck were you doing so close to me, huh?" I asked, trying to brush it off.

"Hey, you're the one that grabbed me, not the other way around," he shot back, I glared at him.

"Will you two stop?" Nancy shot us both a glare and we both shut up again, slowly walking after them.

The hallway was empty and dark, and my heart was racing at the absolute stillness of the place.

Oh my god.

... the monster... it was real?

I glanced over at Nancy to see her look back at me.

"I'm sorry," I apologised, "really. I'm sorry."

"No, you don't need to apologise," she smiled, grabbing my hand and giving it a small reassuring squeeze before letting go and we all cautiously and quietly moved into the living room, glancing around.

"This is crazy. This is crazy. This is crazy. This. Is. Crazy! This is crazy!" Steve repeated, gradually getting louder as we stopped in the living room, going to grab the phone and starting to call what I'm assuming was probably going to be the police. Nancy was quick to shut that down and grabbed the phone, throwing it to the side.

"What're you doing?! Are you insane?!" Steve exclaimed.

"It's going to come back!" Nancy shouted at him, "so you need to leave. Right now."

Steve glanced across us before moving to the door and opening it, he looked back at me, "y/n?"

"I think..." I glanced around before pulling my keys from my pocket and flipping out the blade on the pocketknife attached from them, swinging it around slightly after having freed it from its place on my keys and repocketed them, "I probably owe her the help after the way I've been behaving today."