[ Eddie’s head snaps toward the thunder of voices and gunfire, eyes impossibly wide, like those of a cornered animal. Then comes the screech, and his stomach twists his heart leaps into his throat, and he can hardly get a breath in. True to his nature, he’d absolutely love to scream, to bolt, to shut down entirely, but he’s quick to tamp his surge of panic down. It’s not going to do either of them any good, and he continues to drill that into his own head: Don’t freak out, don’t freak out, you can’t freak out.
The demogorgons scare him even more than the bats ever did. The bats were at least still recognizable as bats; creepy mutated bats with razor sharp teeth, but bats all the same. The demogorgons are so uncanny, they manage to look human, animal, monster, and just wrong all at once. Eddie has only seen one up to this point, and he had hoped to never see or run into one again.
He scrambles for his axe and steels himself in preparation, hands twisting anxiously at the handle as Steve fumbles beside him, but his opportunity to use it never comes. Claws on metal, another scream, Steve pulling on his arm—run, he says, and Eddie doesn’t ask questions. He stumbles from the truck and allows himself to be pulled forward, deeper into the Upside Down.
But Eddie makes a mistake. He looks back. Despite knowing that it will only turn his stomach and further deflate any bravery he started this evening with, he looks back, and his hesitation is enough to distract the demogorgon from its current meal. The more fresh meat the better, right? And this much fresh meat doesn’t just stroll in every day. The creature lifts its head and begins to stalk in their direction.
Eddie panics. ]
Jesus Christ, Jesus Christ, Jesus fucking Christ! Steve! Steve, we’ve really gotta pick up the pace!
[ It's his turn to take Steve by the arm, to begin pulling him in a different direction, because he's just spotted a tiny dilapidated building (he thinks it may be an old ranger's cabin), and it seems like just enough to take refuge in to try to get this thing off their backs.
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The demogorgons scare him even more than the bats ever did. The bats were at least still recognizable as bats; creepy mutated bats with razor sharp teeth, but bats all the same. The demogorgons are so uncanny, they manage to look human, animal, monster, and just wrong all at once. Eddie has only seen one up to this point, and he had hoped to never see or run into one again.
He scrambles for his axe and steels himself in preparation, hands twisting anxiously at the handle as Steve fumbles beside him, but his opportunity to use it never comes. Claws on metal, another scream, Steve pulling on his arm—run, he says, and Eddie doesn’t ask questions. He stumbles from the truck and allows himself to be pulled forward, deeper into the Upside Down.
But Eddie makes a mistake. He looks back. Despite knowing that it will only turn his stomach and further deflate any bravery he started this evening with, he looks back, and his hesitation is enough to distract the demogorgon from its current meal. The more fresh meat the better, right? And this much fresh meat doesn’t just stroll in every day. The creature lifts its head and begins to stalk in their direction.
Eddie panics. ]
Jesus Christ, Jesus Christ, Jesus fucking Christ! Steve! Steve, we’ve really gotta pick up the pace!
[ It's his turn to take Steve by the arm, to begin pulling him in a different direction, because he's just spotted a tiny dilapidated building (he thinks it may be an old ranger's cabin), and it seems like just enough to take refuge in to try to get this thing off their backs.
Couldn't hurt, at least. ]