Weird Town || reader insert

Chapter 8

"No, first an investigation team, no point us all going up there if there's nothing up there, right?" Robin suggested.

Good point.

"Ok, who's investigating?" I asked.

"You and me," Steve gestured between us.

"The golden duo strikes again but this time, on the roof of a lift—sorry, elevator," I sighed before shaking my head, "no chance, my back is killing me."

"I'll go," Dustin volunteered, "you die, I die, right?"

"And you, stop saying that. It's not as cool as you think, ok?" I gave the kid a light pat on the back before using one of the storage racks as a leg up and reached up to grab the grate that was between us and the hatch above it before dropping down, forcing it off the ceiling, "alrighty. All yours."

"Thanks, y/n," Steve rolled his eyes before getting under the hatch and lowering himself, knitting his hands together and looking over at Dustin, "if you mess up my hair, you and I are over, got it?"

"Your hairs already a mess, Steve, give it up," Dustin rolled his eyes before stepping on Steve's hands and having him push him up towards the hatch in the ceiling. A few moments later, we heard a loud slam, and Dustin had pulled himself up onto the roof of the lift(/elevator), Steve not far off behind him.

"What's up there?" I asked, looking up after them through the hole in the roof as I heard Steve take a sharp breath.
"What were you saying about climbing?" he asked, his voice echoing strangely down to us.

"Sounds like we're not very lucky," Robin whispered.

"Yeah," I sighed, "you get used to it in this group."

Sounds like here's nothing up there. Great. Just fantastic. Really.

"Now what?" I asked.

"Good... question..." she trailed as the three of us still in the room all looked around.

Really, what is with our bad luck when things get weird in this town? Goddamn.

You'd think the universe liked mocking us.

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We kind of all just stood around for a while in silence, Dustin and Steve stayed up on the roof while Robin, Erica and I remained below in the room. We were all brainstorming, or well I was, and I seriously hope that everyone else was when I glanced over to Erica, and I suddenly got an idea.

Quickly, I threw myself to my feet and hurried over to the hatch, "oi! Dustin!"

"What?" came his echoey response.

"Do you still have the walkie ta—radio. Do you still have the radio?" I asked him.

"Well duh—oh! Oh my god!" Dustin returned, clearly about to insult me before getting on the same wavelength as me. The sound of him slamming his bag down followed and this started us being subjected to him attempting to hail his friends on the radio with the repeated line of, "code red, I repeat, code red.
Does anyone copy? This is a code red, I repeat, a code red. This is a code red, I repeat, a code red. Does anyone copy? We are innocent children, and we are trapped under Starcourt Mall. The Red Army has infiltrated Hawkins, and if we are found, they will torture and kill us."

Just over and over. And over, and over.

I'm guessing that he was attempting to just get the word out to whoever could pick up the line, friend, foe, potentially the military...

Let's hope our Russian friends don't pick it up. Seriously. That can't end well at all.

"Hey," Steve called out to him as he pulled himself up to the roof again, after a while of the repetition he'd come down to hang with us below but guess he got bored of us? We weren't really talking to be fair so, you know, "you've got to take it easy on that thing. Or you're going to drain the battery."