[Nancy Wheeler was a good thing for Steve. At least he thought she was before Jonathan Byers came swooping into the picture. What was Steve supposed to assume or feel? Did Jonathan actually believe that everything was going to be alright? That's fucking ridiculous and Byers knows it.
But this is about supposed monsters now, right?
It's overwhelming keeping up with what Jonathan is spouting out about his "dead" brother, this creature in the night and woah! What the hell? Communicating lights? Steve's expression is that of Jonathan being insane. Seriously is this dude high or what? What the hell is Steve missing or not comprehending?]
Are you insane?
[It's a serious question asked as he slowly follows behind the other. Automatically there is something oddly off about the Byers' home. Something that doesn't sit right at all. He stands with his arms crossed while Jonathan fetches the photo and within seconds Steve is staring at something not from this world.
He squints his eyes as he takes the thing in, a hand reaching out to take the photo for himself. What is that? His brow furrows as he slowly sits on Jonathan's bed, eyes glued to the image before him. ]
What the hell is that?
[His voice is low, eyes wide as he gazes at the unknown that's lurking close to Barbara. ]
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But this is about supposed monsters now, right?
It's overwhelming keeping up with what Jonathan is spouting out about his "dead" brother, this creature in the night and woah! What the hell? Communicating lights? Steve's expression is that of Jonathan being insane. Seriously is this dude high or what? What the hell is Steve missing or not comprehending?]
Are you insane?
[It's a serious question asked as he slowly follows behind the other. Automatically there is something oddly off about the Byers' home. Something that doesn't sit right at all. He stands with his arms crossed while Jonathan fetches the photo and within seconds Steve is staring at something not from this world.
He squints his eyes as he takes the thing in, a hand reaching out to take the photo for himself. What is that? His brow furrows as he slowly sits on Jonathan's bed, eyes glued to the image before him. ]
What the hell is that?
[His voice is low, eyes wide as he gazes at the unknown that's lurking close to Barbara. ]
What the fuck is that?!