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upsidedowns) wrote2016-09-08 10:26 pm
upsidedowns) wrote2016-09-08 10:26 pm
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Using ones abilities to the fullest extent and beyond to defeat a Monster that should not be in her reality had taken a lot out of her. Sending it and herself back to the monster to keep Mike and Dustin safe. To keep everyone she loved safe? That had been worse.
And then tearing a hole through the universes to get out of the Upside Down, only to end up somewhere she'd never been before? She was surprised she wasn't dead.
Or maybe she was and this was another Upside Down and she was stuck? Whatever the case, after much wandering and almost passing out, she found herself digging through the trash behind a burger joint, somewhere in Nevada.
She was dirty as can be, pink dress torn and stained with blood and the stink of the Upside down, blue jacket in a similar state and everything smelling like man-made saltwater. Her skin was pale to the point of being grey, bruises around her eyes and blood on her face from an intense nosebleed and still she was pressing on, digging and hoping to find something to eat.
Something to 'recharge her batteries' with.
But the sound of someone coming out of the closing restaurant was enough to send a spike of fear through her, the small girl ducking behind the dumpster and trying to make herself small as possible.
Go away go away go away go away she thinks over and over, trying to not shake from exhaustion ad fear.
And fatigue. She was, after all, close to half dead, so as she tried to will the other person away, her eyes started drifting shut and with a metallic thump that woke her up, her head hit the side of the dumpster.
Shit.
And then tearing a hole through the universes to get out of the Upside Down, only to end up somewhere she'd never been before? She was surprised she wasn't dead.
Or maybe she was and this was another Upside Down and she was stuck? Whatever the case, after much wandering and almost passing out, she found herself digging through the trash behind a burger joint, somewhere in Nevada.
She was dirty as can be, pink dress torn and stained with blood and the stink of the Upside down, blue jacket in a similar state and everything smelling like man-made saltwater. Her skin was pale to the point of being grey, bruises around her eyes and blood on her face from an intense nosebleed and still she was pressing on, digging and hoping to find something to eat.
Something to 'recharge her batteries' with.
But the sound of someone coming out of the closing restaurant was enough to send a spike of fear through her, the small girl ducking behind the dumpster and trying to make herself small as possible.
Go away go away go away go away she thinks over and over, trying to not shake from exhaustion ad fear.
And fatigue. She was, after all, close to half dead, so as she tried to will the other person away, her eyes started drifting shut and with a metallic thump that woke her up, her head hit the side of the dumpster.
Shit.