[ Eddie lets out an unsteady breath and moves after Steve, wishing he could telegraph what he needs to into the back of his head, right until the point that Steve steps through the door and stops suddenly and Eddie nearly knocks him over by walking into him.
Nancy turns from the sight of Vecna strung up in his spider's web, face furious at the sound of the scuffle, but it shifts into something fearful in an instant and Eddie knows what's happening before she even gets Steve's name out of her mouth. Eddie shifts stepping around Steve and grabbing him by the shoulders, seeing the same white film that he'd seen first in Chrissy's eyes. ] Fuck, no! Steve, don't do this to me. Come on. Come on!
[ Nancy raises her shotgun and fires, determined to end this here and now. Her expression is hard as she is shouting at Eddie to follow the plan. That it's the only way to save him. But Steve's feet are lifting from the floor and Eddie can't breathe. He knows what comes next. Chrissy's death replays in his head, the breaking of bones. The squelching of eyeballs as they were sucked into the back of her head. ] Goddamn it! Steve, listen to me. You've got to hear me. You've got to wake up. Steve! Steve!
[ Nancy's aiming her second shot, only feet away from Vecna when the vines reach for her and slam her against the attic wall. The shotgun falling out of her hands. Black vines wrap around Eddie's wrists, throat and chest and pull him away from Steve to the floor. He hears the glass bottles in pack on his back break, smells gasoline as it soaks through the fabric and watches with rising terror as Steve continues to rise in front of him. ]
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Nancy turns from the sight of Vecna strung up in his spider's web, face furious at the sound of the scuffle, but it shifts into something fearful in an instant and Eddie knows what's happening before she even gets Steve's name out of her mouth. Eddie shifts stepping around Steve and grabbing him by the shoulders, seeing the same white film that he'd seen first in Chrissy's eyes. ] Fuck, no! Steve, don't do this to me. Come on. Come on!
[ Nancy raises her shotgun and fires, determined to end this here and now. Her expression is hard as she is shouting at Eddie to follow the plan. That it's the only way to save him. But Steve's feet are lifting from the floor and Eddie can't breathe. He knows what comes next. Chrissy's death replays in his head, the breaking of bones. The squelching of eyeballs as they were sucked into the back of her head. ] Goddamn it! Steve, listen to me. You've got to hear me. You've got to wake up. Steve! Steve!
[ Nancy's aiming her second shot, only feet away from Vecna when the vines reach for her and slam her against the attic wall. The shotgun falling out of her hands. Black vines wrap around Eddie's wrists, throat and chest and pull him away from Steve to the floor. He hears the glass bottles in pack on his back break, smells gasoline as it soaks through the fabric and watches with rising terror as Steve continues to rise in front of him. ]