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justice4billiam · 9 months

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Billy Hargrove/Original Female Character Warnings: Being buried alive, Deathy stuff, Sexual innuendoes, Eventual Smut, Blood, People being mean, honestly more warnings to come. 4,607 Word count

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Chapter 2- Making Friends

"Hell fucking yeah!" He smirked; actual food!

The houses Billys ransacked had standard supplies like a first aid kit (Of which he used the shit out of), a backpack in that he had stuffed a flashlight, matches, and the rest of the first aid kit into—he also found another shirt to wear since the previous one was drenched with blood.

So after looking at several houses, it was surprising that this one had any food. Canned SpaghettiOs never tasted as good as they did right now; Billy almost wanted to moan from the flavor.

He stuffed as many cans as possible into the backpack and headed towards a convenience store, hoping it had antibiotics. Six hours after dick head had thrown him out and the adrenaline wore off, he had started getting whole body shakes, and the wound on his shoulder burned like a bitch. Wouldnt do him any good if he lost his arm or died from something as simple as a fucking infected injury.

About 15 minutes into the walk across town, Billy started to hear different noises from all around. None of them made good sounds; growls and screeches filled the air. Some sounding high up and others low to the ground.

It has him picking up the pace a bit and gripping the bat he had found tighter.

No telling what roamed this shit ass place.

Billy missed the sun; he craved the warmth of it on his skin. His last moments of the sunlight were less than ideal, considering the thing that possessed him despised the heat.

After over an hour of walking and avoiding the directions of the sounds, Bradley's Big Buy came into view. Billy headed directly to the pharmacy; he found the needed antibiotics after digging through the different prescriptions.

He needed a drink to swallow down the pills and water for the road anyway; walking down the aisles, the memories of the last time he was here hitting him.

More like what he was forced to watch as that thing controlled him like a puppet. He shuddered; better not to think of those shitty memories.

Billy swallowed the antibiotics and was downing water when a loud screech was heard from right out front of the store.

Going motionless, he stealthily lowered to the floor. He quickly grabbed as many water bottles as his arms fit and packed them into his bag.

CRASH

Something breaks the store's front windows. He sped to a checkout area, kneeling behind the register.

Peeking out the side, He saw it; a large dog-like creature (It's nothing like Fido, trust him) slowly prowling up an aisle, seemingly sniffing the air.

Billy's eyes widen; Oh fuck no.

It makes it about 5 feet from him before its head snaps in his direction. Oh shit, it can smell him. Its face opening up into an unusual flower-like pattern showing its rows of teeth.

SHIT, SHIT, SHIT

It runs full speed at him; scrambling to his feet, he steps back and cocked the bat over his shoulder, gripping the handle as tightly as possible.

He swung as it sprang over the counter, bashing it across the store. With a guttural screech, the thing crashes into several display racks, everything falling around it.

Making a break for it, Billy runs down one of the aisles, but it's too quick; it leaps over the top of the racks, knocking into another before it advances on him again.

Thinking quickly, He grabs the Aqua Net on the shelve next to him and fumbles in his pocket for the lighter he had pocketed from one of the houses.

Holding the lighter, Billy ignited it and aimed for this little shits face, spraying the hairspray into the flames. The creature catches fire, shrieking as it burns on the floor.

Huh, hates fire, noted.

Billy returns to the checkout counter and grabs a couple of packs of smokes, eager to get his nicotine fix; it's been way too fucking long since he's had one; he could feel it.

He crouches next to the dead, burnt, crispy demon dog, looking it over as he tears into a new pack of Marlboro Reds. Sure is an ugly little fucker, isn't it?

Billy puts a cigarette between his lips and lights it, fingers fumbling in urgency, inhaling the smoke deeply, holding it there for a minute, letting it wrap around his lungs in an oversized nicotine hug before eventually exhaling, a groan fleeing past his lips in the process.

He packs up everything else he needs, including several cans of hair spray, and slings the backpack over his shoulders. Billy leisurely walks out of the store. He doesn't know where to go but knows he needs to find a place to lay low before he runs into another one of those dogs or something worse.

He decides to walk to the other part of town, hoping to find shelter and some fucking clues on how to get the fuck out of there. There's gotta be more portals around here; wishful thinking, he knew, but he didn't know of any other way.

Anxiety was clawing up Billy's spine as he thought about what this thing wanted with Max. Why her? He needed answers; he felt completely in the dark, and it seemed that it had been this way for a while as he thought back to the first week of their arrival in Hawkins, and Max went missing.

He didn't know why he didn't think much about it at the time other than how fucking weird it was finding her with Harrington, but looking beyond the blind rage at the moment, he recalled the state of the people around him, all sweaty, bloody, and roughed up, not to mention the shape of Byers house. The memories of being body snatched brought more clarity for him.

Shit has been strange since the fucking beginning.

It all started with a little fucking girl. Isn't that the fucking kicker? Out of anyone for this monster to despise, it's a bunch of 14-year-olds.

Billy was passing the dumb, all too familiar Arcade Palace when he heard the sound of heavy ground-shaking footsteps. He halts, looking off to the right of the building. Holy fucking shit.

An enormous fuckin green troll-looking motherfucker stood to the side, glaring down at him. Billy's eyes felt like they would pop out as he stared it down. It had to be 12 feet high and weigh more than a fuckin semi-truck.

It took a giant step toward him. "Shit.." Billy uttered, faltering back.

The troll roars, stomping forward. Billy takes off in the opposite direction, "SHITTTTT!"

He sprinted through the streets as the Troll was gaining on him. Taking a sharp left turn, weaving through the vein-filled cars of the Arcade parking lot, he loses it momentarily. Billy drops to the pavement and rolls under a station wagon.

Billy tried steadying his breathing as he took in the silence surrounding him. This world really fuckin sucked. Come on, trolls? Billy felt like he couldn't catch a breather.

Sighing to himself, he flops his head back onto the ground. Suddenly the car rises and is hurled over the Troll's shoulder like a discarded toy. Billy stared with wide, stunned eyes, watching it look down at him.

The Troll brought its hefty fist down, aiming for his skull. Billy rolls out, dodging its attack, and runs again, weaving through cars, trying to slow it down.

Billy was rounding the back of the building with the Troll on his tail when something got thrown over his head. He glances over his shoulder in time to watch an explosive go off in the Troll's face.

The Troll rears back, grunting and roaring. Two more explosives go off, causing it to fall back. The impact of it hitting the pavement made the ground shake.

"Yo man, get back!" Someone shouts.

Billy's head swiveled to the sound, eyes latching onto a guy with floppy brown hair in a black hoodie. The stranger rushes past Billy up to the Troll.

"What the fuck..." Billy murmurs, watching as the guy stomps up to the thing and drives a fucking SWORD into the Troll's head, effectively killing it.

The guy turns around, eyeing Billy as he wipes the blade of his sword clean on his blue jeans before sheathing it on his hip.

Billy's eyes narrow suspiciously, entirely prepared to bash this guy to a pulp, sword or not. He quirks a brow, waiting for him to make a move.

"Yoooo man, you were almost Troll chow!" The guy snorts, slapping his knee, laughing.

Billy's brows furrow. Was this guy for real? He observes a beat longer as the guy sobers, realizing Billy isn't laughing.

He clears his throat, "Ahh-uhm, I'm Dale Briggs." Dale holds his hand out for a shake, glancing at Billy apprehensively. He doesn't take it.

Taking out another cigarette, Billy nods at him as he lights it. "Billy." is all he offers him.

"Erm..right. Well, Billy, you gotta watch it walking out in the open like that. Luckily trolls are the dumbest, but you don't want to run into the shadowers." Dale states, eyeing Billy's bat, "And that isn't protecting your ass. You need fire and a blade." He continues, gripping the sword on his waist for emphasis.

Billy observed Dale as he smoked. He was Tall, not as tall as Billy, with light brown long choppy hair, and thin. Guy had a smaller frame, and the sword hung from his hips like the holster was too big. But yet he still just saved his ass.

"Thanks," Billy forces out, scratching the back of his head. The word sounded foreign on his lips. He winced, taking on a lighter tone, "For saving me. This place is a shit show."

Dale smiles, "Oh man, you have no idea. We've been here since November 6th, 1983. A shit show is putting it lightly."

Billy's frowned in confusion while he took a bigger drag, "We?" He looks around, anticipating to see others, but it is still just them.

"Oh uh, y-yeah, It's just me and River. She's probably back at base by now." Dale states, looking a little nervous. "I don't know how she's gonna feel about bringing you back...She's kind of...uh yeah... but you're welcome to come. We need to get out of here anyway before we run into something worse."

Billy quirks a brow, River? What kind of name was that? She sounds like a bitch, and they've been here since 83'; the last time Billy checked, it was 1985. They've been here a long fucking time. He contemplated his statement, going with him to their "base" and dealing with another person he didn't know. However, what choices did he really have? He could go out on his own and become monster food. Judging by how quickly Dale took down that Troll, he was better off just going with him and dealing. How bad could River be? Fuck it. They might even have real food.

He shrugs, flicking his cigarette to the side, "I'm in. Not like I have anywhere to be."

Dale shrugs in response and begins walking the way he came. Billy follows, quickly falling into step with the other. They let silence slip between them as they reached the forest's edge. Billy warily glances at Dale, not fully trusting where he was trying to take him.

Dale catches Billy's stare and rolls his eyes. "I'm not taking you out here to kill you or anything. Our place is out here. The bigger monsters tend to stick to town for some reason. Besides, if I wanted you dead, I would have just let the Troll have you," Dale smirks.

It was Billy's turn to roll his eyes; he had a point. They walked silently for a few more minutes before Billy decided he needed answers, like how and why they were still here. Who exactly were they? He glanced at Dale, who was brushing his left hand across a large tree that had a red arrow spray painted on it, and continued in the direction it pointed to. He looked about the same age as Billy, if not younger.

Billy tracked along with him, settling on what question to start with. "So, How did you guys get here?" Billy asks as they pass another arrow.

Dale's gaze turned to Billy, "Well, I got here through a gate. I was walking home late from school, and some guys messed with me and started chasing me through the woods." He explained, shifting to stare at the ground.

"And...?" Billy encouraged, observing him.

Dale shrugged, "And I dropped through a hole in the ground and ended up here." He gestures to the area. "Found River 3 days later. Truthfully, without her, I wouldn't have survived the rest of that week." He sighed deeply.

Billy nods, "River has been here longer?" He asks.

Dale shakes his head and looks at Billy again. "No, She traveled through a gate in a lab the same day. River doesn't really talk about the before. Just what is now. She's how I know much about this place and how I've learned to kill stuff. Before being stuck here, I was a wimp." He laughs.

Billy smirks at him and arches an eyebrow, "You learned from a damn girl how to fight?"

Dale laughs harder, "You say that now; wait until you meet her. She's a total badass. I've seen her take down several of those trolls at once!" Dale exclaims.

Billy shakes his head, grinning as they continue to follow arrows through the forest. They were far in now; he couldn't see the town or red stormy clouds anymore. It was also gradually getting darker as they trekked deeper into the trees.

"Why are you still here? Why didn't you just go back the way you came?" Billy questions.

Dales sighs, "Because it closed up. It took us forever to find it out here; when we did, it was just..sealed. We hacked at it, but it was soil. We went back to the lab Rivers from too, but that was also closed. River said gates open where lots of energy is involved but have yet to find one." Dale explains, then asks Billy, "How did you get here without a gate?"

Billy hesitates; he isn't sure he wants to tell him. He might think he's a monster. Not to mention he used to be possessed by something from here. But then decides fuck it; maybe he'll know more about it than Billy currently does.

"Well, I'm not sure how I got here. One second, I'm fighting off this big fucking spider-looking monster and getting pierced in the chest by a tentacle, then the next, I'm waking up in a coffin planted undergrown."

Surprised, Dale's eyes dart to Billy, his eyebrows reaching his hairline and mouth in the shape of an O.

"Holy shit, dude! You were buried alive? Who did you piss off?" Dale snorts, eyeing Billy in astonishment.

Billy rolls his eyes as he looks at Dale, "I'm not really sure I was even alive, but I am now, and I'm here, which still doesn't make sense to me. I was in Hawkins. The real Hawkins. Something used me...I'm not really sure about the details, but I think something from here got into my head...made me do bad things...But I'm me again..No monster up here." Billy motions to his head.

Dale shrugs as he gazes ahead, "I'm not surprised. Nothing ever makes sense when it comes to this place." Billy was grateful that he had nothing to add to the monster possession part.

They traveled about 20 more minutes quietly before finally, up ahead, stood a concrete cabin with bars on the windows. It was a decent size and looked pretty solid. There was smoke coming out of a small chimney on the top. The place is probably the most normal thing Billy's witnessed since being here; No vines or shit monsters roaming around.

"Come on." Dale motions with his hand as he strides up to the solid-looking door.

Dale makes a knocking pattern before opening and walking through the threshold. Billy pauses before guardedly following behind Dale.

Inside was cozier, with a living room to the left and a kitchen to the right. In the middle of the living room sat an oversized red couch that faced a lit fireplace, and the walls were lined with rows and rows of books, almost like they stole the library. To the far left of the fireplace was a hallway to what Billy assumed led to the bedrooms.

The kitchen was stained with wood-colored cabinets and counters with a typical stove and fridge. Power, They had power? Billy didn't know that was possible here.

As if Dale could hear his thoughts, he spoke, "Generators. Even have a working bathroom and running water. That took us a while to figure out," He laughs.

Billy smiled at the mention of running water. They really had been here a long ass time to be living this comfortably. There was no way he would be sticking around that long; he needed to get back to Max with or without help.

"That sounds fucking fantastic right-" A door opens.

"Where the fuck have you been? It's been a few hours since I beat your ass here! I thought you dead!" A girl's voice asked before she emerged from the hall.

Her eyes snapped to Billy's figure standing in the kitchen. "Who the fuck is this?" She quickly grabs a dagger attached to her back and gets into a fighting stance.

"Whoa, whoa, River! Hold on! He's alright! Put the weapon away before you scare away the first company we've had in years!" Dale yells with his hands up as he steps in front of Billy in defense.

River quickly regards Dale before focusing on Billy again. Her gaze calculating and untrusting, not breaking for one second. Billy smirks at her and leans up against the counter with crossed arms.

He takes this moment to study her. She was a pretty little thing, that's for sure. She has long strawberry blonde hair and gorgeous full, naturally tinted red lips currently set in a frown. Her perfectly etched eyebrows creased angrily together right above the most beautiful set of green eyes Billy had ever seen. He thought of sea glass the longer he looked into them.

His eyes tailed downward, her body still in fight mode, dressed in tight dark green cargo pants and a close-knit black long-sleeve. The way she stood showed off just how much lean muscle was underneath it all, and Billy was actively trying not to get a boner the longer he stared.

"Hey, fuck face, you gonna say something or continue to ogle me like a perv?" River questions; she relaxes but stays the farthest she can from him.

Billy's gaze snaps to her face, a smirk still firmly planted on his lips. He shrugs, "I don't know; you gonna kick my ass if I do?" Looking like he might enjoy it if she tried.

River rolled her eyes and turned to Dale, who was now lounging in a bar-height chair beside where Billy was leaning. 'Out of anything to find, you bring home a feral dog?"

Billy and Dale laugh as they look at her in disbelief. "Now, now, sweetheart, no need to be hostile. I don't bite unless you ask me to," Billy notes, beaming at her.

She rolled her eyes again and crossed her arms with the dagger casually in her left hand. "Oh, how original. God, I can already tell you're irritating."

"Actually, you can call me Billy anywhere outside the bedroom, although I accept Daddy, Babe, Baby, and if you're of the Latin variety, Papi works too." He winks.

River gapes at his arrogance, her face morphing into disgust. "Who the fuck do you think you are, Fabio? Jesus." She turns to Dale again, "Where did you find this guy?" She asks.

Dale's face was turning red from how hard he was laughing at the two of them. He took a moment to sober up, "When I was on my way back from a food run, I saw him getting chased by a troll in town. Decided I couldn't let the only other human I'd seen in like forever die; I helped him," Dale shrugged.

River smirks, "Wow, a big bad boy such as yourself almost died from a troll, of all things?" she giggles, watching Billy with amusement.

"Hey! I'm new here, and all I had was a bat. It worked wonders on one of those ugly demon hound things before I set it on fire." Billy remarks, glaring at the both of them.

River moves past them into the kitchen. "What were you gonna do? Bash the 12-foot-tall Troll to death? I've tried it; their skulls are as thick as the pavement you walk on. Pointy things are the way to go." She gestures to the blade in her hand before tucking it away in the holster on her back.

Billy turns, following her with his gaze, and nods, "I'll keep that in mind, Princess."

"Ew, don't call me that." She says, opening the refrigerator. When she sees nothing, she turns a questioning gaze to Dale.

He sheepishly looks at her and scratches his chin, "Ahh uh- I might have got distracted and failed to pick up the backpack full of food after killing the Troll..." Dale warily mentions, his shoulders up to his ears as he locks eyes with a now angry River.

"Are you fucking serious!" She explodes, slamming the refrigerator closed and turning to Dale with large enraged eyes.

Dale throws up his hands, "I'll get it tomorrow, promise!"

River stares at him momentarily before taking a deep breath and sighing, "Fine, But first thing in the damn morning, D! Or the bats are gonna make off with it!" She exclaims.

"Why don't we just go get it now?" Billy chimes in, his gaze flicking between River and Dale.

"Ha! Alright. Go, go ahead, go get it now, hot shot." River declares, raising a hand to the door and snickering.

Dale sighs, shaking his head at her before he turns to Billy, "Because this is when the shadowers are out in packs, and you'll die. One of them is hard enough to kill. A whole herd is suicide." He frowns at River, who frowns back before looking back at Billy.

Billy grins and nods in acknowledgment, but his eyes never leave River; he is having fun with how snarky she is. She looked at him like he was the gum on the bottom of her shoe, and he couldn't believe how turned on he was by that. Actually, he wasn't surprised; he knew he was fucked up from the start, plus he was pretty sure she was the first woman he's seen in ages. Although Billy was damn certain she was the hottest girl he's seen outside his shitty magazines back at home.

"Alright then, we'll go in the morning," Billy repeats what Dale said, finally turning to him.

River rolls her eyes at them, "Yeah, D just said that, stupid." She strolls past them out of the kitchen and into the living room again. "Im going to go to bed then if there's nothing to eat. I had a long day killing a crap ton of the hounds in town. One of them almost took off my ear," She pouts, frowning at Dale.

"I have SpaghettOs in my bag," Billy announces as he shrugs off the backpack and sets it on the counter.

River's face lights up, "Oh, so you are good for something!" She exclaims, walking back into the kitchen.

Billy smirks, "Oh, I'm good for many things, sweetheart." He says, taking out the cans and water he collected earlier and setting aside his bag.

She squints at Billy while collecting the cans from him. Deciding to ignore him, she turns to prepare the food.

Billy chuckles as he turns to Dale, "She always this icy?" He asks.

Dale shakes his head, "Actually, no. Well, I mean kind of, but not nearly as much when she's talking to me," he shrugs and chuckles with him.

"Hmm, I'll melt her down, don't worry, amigo," Billy smirks, watching her work in the kitchen.

Dale scoffed, "You wish! She'd eat you alive, man." watching Billy.

Billy shifts back to him, "Hmm, whys that? She yours, Pal? Or did you attempt and fail?" He asks, mentally hoping for the 2nd one.

Dale barks out a laugh and shakes his head. "No...Uh, Buddy, I would, but she's uh...not my type.." He says, raising his eyebrows pointedly at Billy.

Billy looks back at River; what does he mean not his type? She's so hot she could be everyone's type. He looks back at Dale, Confused.

"Jesus, you're not too smart, are you? I'm gay, Billy. I like boys, Dingus," Dale explains.

Ohhhhh. Billy's eyes grow to the size of saucers, "Oh shit, okay. That makes sense; there's no other way she couldn't be your type," Billy chuckles.

Dale nods, laughing as well. "I'll say she is objectively beautiful. If anyone was to turn me straight, it be her."

"I can hear you, idiots," Rivers states, glaring at them both before returning to pouring the food into bowls.

They stop laughing, looking at her. Billy leaned over, whispering to Dale, " I know you said she eat me alive, but I want nothing more than to see her try," Billy snickered as he straightened up. Dale shook his head at him as River set bowls in front of them.

They dug in, everyone slipping into silence as they ate.

"So, If I wasn't straight, would you fuc-"Dale interrupts him.

"NO, Billy, your not my type either," He rolls his eyes.

After they finish, Billy helps River clean up, doing dishes for the first time in his life without complaining.

River effortlessly dances around Billy like it's her second nature. If he moves towards her, she moves back. Billy goes to give her a dish to put away; she strategically makes sure their skin doesn't touch. He even so much as breaths in her direction, and she shuts it down instantly.

Instead of it turning Billy off like an average person, It makes him hard as a rock. Her glares and insults have him adjusting himself every time she's not looking. He really needed to jerk off or something; he was having a hard time focusing with her around. It really must have been a while.

"Now I'm going to bed. I'll see you in the morning, Dale." River goes to retreat to her room.

"Wait! What about Billy?" Dale asks, looking at River from the couch.

She blows out a harsh breath of air as she turns around and stares at the man in question. Billy arches a brow at her as he puffs on a lit cigarette.

She rolls her eyes, turning back to the hall, "Fine, you can keep him. He stays in the 3rd bedroom." After that, she disappears with a close of a door.

Dale looks back at Billy and shakes a fist in silent victory. Billy rolls his eyes but grins nonetheless. He didn't know how he ended up here, but he didn't mind so much. He briefly wondered what the old him would have done in this situation but ultimately determined it didn't matter. He was different now. He could feel it, and most importantly, he was happy about that.

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Billy Hargrove/Original Female Character Warnings: Being buried alive, Deathy stuff, Sexual innuendoes, Eventual Smut, Blood, People being mean, honestly more warnings to come. 3,635 Word count

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Chapter 2 ->

Chapter 1 - Dear Billy

Do you know what would be good right about now? A goddamn beer. Instead, he was trudging through the Hawkins-not-so-Hawkins cemetery with a body that still felt stiff as a board. He must have been lying for the longest damn time to feel like some corpse…or maybe he was a corpse? Nah, he sure as fuck didn't want to think about that.

He couldn't have really been that dead; I mean, look at me! Besides, he doesn't even look like he went a few rounds with that mind fucker, not to mention the car accident before that. Ugh, my baby…He felt a twinge of sadness at the thought of his car being destroyed, and he couldn't even blame anyone for it. Besides himself…

More memories sifted through his head, the sounds of his own screams as he was dragged into that old steel mill. His nails scraped bloody on the floor on the way down. The thing infecting him, making him do whatever it damn well pleased. Taking Heather..her parents..all those people..kids even.

Red-hot anger coursed through Billy's veins at the very thought. Someone will fucking pay for this. No one tells him what to do and lives except maybe Neil. Is Max suffering through it now? He really hopes not..he would have to kill him finally.

He really couldn't tell if it was night or day here; it all looked the same besides the thunderous red clouds, and the air quality felt like you were inhaling water from a wet, dirty mop.

Billy was almost out of the cemetery when his stomach fiercely twisted. He had to find supplies soon before he died of thirst and hunger, and something tells him this place didn't have just little ol' him in it. That thing was from here; there's no telling what other ugly fucking critters came out of here.

As if on cue, loud screeching interrupted his thoughts; thousands of creatures could be seen flying up in the dark skies above the cemetery. He stopped dead in his tracks and watched them swarm the entrance he was walking to.

Well, not going that way… he turned back the way he came from at a fast walk now, wanting to avoid catching their attention when he had no weapon.

There was a weird charged energy in the air. He could feel it buzzing in his bones, nearly electrifying. Something was close, something big and powerful. It made his fingers twitch with how much charge it gave him. Almost felt like the adrenaline he gets right before a fight but much more tangible.

That's when he heard it. Not it, Maxine.

"Dear Billy, I don't even know if you can hear this."

He stopped moving. He spun in a circle, trying to pinpoint where her voice was coming from.

"Two years ago, I would've said, "that's ridiculous, impossible." But that was before I found out about alternate dimensions and monsters, so I'm just going to stop assuming that I know anything."

"MAX! MAX, I CAN HEAR YOU! WHERE ARE YOU?" he shouted, breaking out in a run.

He returned to his grave; that's where she sounded the loudest. Was she on the other side? She's not here..why can I hear her?

"Shitbird! I'm here. I can hear you!" he tried again, his voice booming into the vast area.

"So much has happened since you left. Your dad was a total mess. He and my mom started getting into fights. Bad fights. I don't think he could stand being here without you. So he left. And he didn't leave mom much. She's taken an extra job, and we moved to that lovely trailer park off Kerley."

He sucked in a breath. Of course, that fucking monster wouldn't stick around. Just leave them to fend for themselves, coward.

"He didn't care about me, Max. He didn't care about anyone. He lost control over me; that's all he cared about…" Sighing, he sat on a tombstone nearby. She can't hear me…

"Basically, ever since you left, everything's been a total disaster. And the worst part is, I can't tell anyone why you're gone. I can't tell them that you saved El's life. That you saved my life. I play that moment back in my head all the time. And sometimes, I imagine myself running to you, pulling you away. I imagine that if I had, that you would still be here. And everything would be right again. I imagine that we could've become friends—good friends, like a real brother and sister. And I know that's stupid. You hated me. I hated you. But I thought that maybe we could try again. But that's not what happened. I just stood there, and I watched."

No, no.."No Max! This wasn't your fault! It had to be done; It just had to! After everything he did, he had to.." His heart ached. Her words twisted his insides. Was this guilt? Billy hated it.

"I didn't hate you, Max! I hated myself! I hated my dad… I hated what it turned me into…no. I could never hate you!"

His blurred water covered eyes focused on his damaged, bloody hands. Friends. She wanted to be his sister…

"For a while, I tried to be happy. Normal. But I think that maybe a part of me died that day too. And I haven't told anyone this. I just can't. But I had to tell you. Before it's too late. If you can even hear this, and I really hope that you can. I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry, Billy."

The tears were threatening to spill from his eyes. What did Max have to be sorry for? Billy was the shitty brother…"I'm sorry, Max..I'm so sorry. I'm still here; it's not too late. I want to do better." He needs to do better.

"Love, your shitty little sister, Max."

"Don't go, Max, I'm here! Im fucking her-"The wind was knocked out of him as he was thrown several yards from his grave, hitting and destroying different tombstones as he flew.

"Hmpf-" Pain erupted through Billy's body as he collided with a large tree. What the fuck was that? He slumped to the floor, struggling to stand as a force pushed him down. The taste of copper spread on his tongue—blood from a cut on his lip.

Ah, now, doesn't that feel familiar? Rolling his eyes, Billy warily sat up again, shaking away the vertigo. Well, whatever it is wants him to stay put. Too bad for it; He doesn't fucking listen very well.

Bilyy stumbled to his feet, holding on to the tree as he stood. Glancing over to the place he was launched from stood two figures. People?

"Max." The voice echoed throughout the graveyard.

"I've been waiting to hear those words, Max."

What the hell? That was him. That sounds like him, looks like him, actually. Max, he's talking to Max. With a sharp intake of breath, Billy realized she was here too. How?

FLASHBACK

"I said, What do you want?!" Billy yelled; The other him..just staring. He doesn't understand. How is there another him? Fear struck his heart, taking refuge in his aching body.

"I want you to build." It says, eyes unyielding.

"Build what?"

"What you see." It responds. The thing was eerily still. That's not Billy. Not real.

"I don't understand.."

"Waiting so very long." Said the distorted Billy.

She looks scared, tears running down her cheeks. That's not Him… He has to get to her. It can't have her too.

"MAX! MAX, THAT'S NOT ME! IM HERE!" Billy yelled, pushing off the tree at a full sprint toward her.

Her gaze met his, eyes widening like giant saucers, glancing from his self to the fake Billy.

"But it wasn't the full truth, was it, Max?" It states, reaching for her, Stroking her cheek.

"NO, leave her the fuck alone! You can't have her!" He was shouting, trying to get both of their attention. Almost there. He picked up the pace, weaving through the piles of broken tombstones.

Max's face scrunches up in confusion; she looks from Billy to this imposter. A monster, it's that fucking mind monster.

He flings his entire body at it. With a grunt, he tackles it to the ground. He sat up to pound his fists into it, but it was unexpectedly gone—just the floor.

"What the hell…" Billy mumbled, eyes darting around, bewildered and pissed all to hell. Can't even throw a fucking punch at it; what a pussy. If it was gonna show up looking like him and talk the talk, it should walk the walk too, Jesus.

"Billy…?" Max timidly asked, her actions unsure as she stepped back.

Billy picked himself off the ground and slowly shifted to face her, warily smiling. Her stare pleading as she looked at him, for what? He doesn't know; for this to be real, maybe. God, did he want this to be real too.

"Uhh…Hey, shitbird." Billy stepped forward cautiously, not wanting to alarm her further after that fuck face tried faking into being Billy. He outstretched his arms with his palms up and waited patiently. (he knows what a notion is for him. Maybe dying put shit into perspective, okay?)

She took a lengthy pause, her eyes welling up with tears again. "Is it really you?" She questions.

Sighing, he nodded, " Yeah, it's really me… I don't know how or why I'm here, but I am. I heard what you said, Max…."

She rushed forward, wrapping her arms around him and burying her face into his chest. She was taller, not so small anymore. Fuck, how long had he been gone? Billy hesitantly draped himself around her, hugging her to him.

"It doesn't matter now. You're here—you're alive." Max murmurs, her face still pressed into his shirt, leaving wet spots from the tears escaping her eyes.

Billy shook his head and pulled her away to look at him. "Of course, it matters. None of this is your fault. Do you understand?"

"What a happy reunion for you both." A couple of feet away now, Fake Billy appears, observing them; he is covered in veins and black goo-like blood.

"But you weren't telling the full truth, were you, Max? Tell him the truth." It declares, taking a step toward them.

"You know, I think there's a part of you, Max, buried somewhere deep, that wanted him to die that day…That was maybe even relieved. Happy."

Max was taken aback; she gaped at the monster. She whipped back around. "Billy, no, that's true, please."

"I know, Max, don't listen to it. He's talking out of his ass. Besides, I was an asshole. I wouldn't blame you." Billy reasoned with her as he glared at the fake him.

It took another threatening step toward them, Its gaze never departing from Max. Uh, fuck that. Billy pushed her behind him and squared his shoulders so she wasn't visible. It had to get through him before it even dared to take her.

"Ah, but it's why you stood there, isn't it, Max? It's okay; He's here; you can admit it now."

"Stop fucking talking, your boring me to death…again. You're not taking her." Billy interrupted, crossing his arms over his chest, though it continued like he wasn't even there.

"No more lies. No more hiding."

With a twist of its hand, Billy flew off to the side into a crypt, smashing his head forcefully against the cement. Ugh, It's really got to stop doing that.

Max jumped back, startled by the sudden attack. "Billy!" She called. The thing on Max again, advancing on her as she took several steps away.

"That is why you feel such guilt."

"No!" She sobs, reeling out.

"Why you hide from your friends—"No, No"—Why you hide from the world. And why, late at night, you have sometimes wished to follow me. Follow HIM into death."

The sound of a clock chimed in the air, reverberating all around.

Billy stumbled to his feet and steered toward them. The thing was spouting bullshit, trying to get to Max. But why?

"That is why I'm here, Max." Max jerked her head, "No." She repeated over and over.

"To end your suffering, once and for all." It took one giant step, causing Max to drop off the edge of a plot, falling back onto the ground.

Suddenly, the thing no longer took the shape of Billy. It was a fugly-looking monster. Its figure remained primarily human, but the rest looked deeply intertwined with the roots and vines of this shitty place. It had no nose, and its left hand had talons for fingers.

"It is time, Max: Time for you to join me."

Billy crashed into it, slamming it to the floor again. "Run, Max!" Billy shouted as he drove his fists into its face, each punch satisfyingly snapping through the vines that make its face.

Billy's head snapped off to the side to make sure Max ran, distracted; the thing slashed its talons across his shoulder. He yelled as it used unforeseen force to propel him off, thrusting him back onto another headstone.

Hissing, he watched as the blood oozed out of the wound on his shoulder. What a bitch, that fucking hurts. He looked back up; it was gone. Fuck, another disappearing stunt. Billy trudged back up to his feet and ran in the direction Max went.

She couldn't have gone far- "Billy! Lucas! Dustin!" he could hear her screaming in the distance.

"MAX!" Billy picked up speed. She has to be here somewhere.

It's barely fighting back, hardly even acknowledging him. What the fuck does it want with Max? Something about guilt…he has plenty of that, so why is it going after her?

A wave of red fog encircled Billy; "Huh, creepy enough." He was going to take a big guess and say she went this way.

"Max!" He called out. Nothing.

This place was different, even more chaotic if possible. The skies and floors were a crimson red, much like the fog. There were pointy black structures littered about, segments of rock and material floating in the air.

This place had a charged energy; he could feel it humming through his veins again. Scarily enough, just like in the sauna…

He eyed his arms; no veins. Good, that can't happen again; he was himself. There's nothing in possession of him; he had to remind himself. Dont panic.

As he ran, the floor made a gross squishing sound. Billy made a face; Ick- that's horrendous.

"Shit!….Shit!" he could hear Max from a distance. Billy whipped around to where it was coming from.

He was breathing heavily from all this goddamn running, "God damn it, Max! Where the hell are you?" Billy hollered, eyes going to the weirdly hovering clock chiming in the air. There, he sprinted off in that direction.

He came to an abrupt stop to the sound of….music? Not just any music, shit music. Ugh, if there was going to be a battle, it couldn't at least have been Metallica or Motley Crue, Jesus.

Rolling his eyes, Billy trekked up into what he guessed was a fucked version of a house. There was a staircase to nowhere on his right, and the creature and Max were just beyond that, straight ahead.

It had her pinned up against one of the sharp black structures, vines wrapped around her body and neck, strangling her.

Voices suddenly could be heard from behind Billy. There, some portal was taking shape far out ways.

"Max, wake up!" Said one voice.

"Max, Wake up!" Said another; wait, that voice sounded all too familiar. Billy squinted, looking into the portal. His eyes grew wide.

"Harrington?.." he murmured. Of fucking course, he's involved again. As much as he wanted to be mad, he looked after Max long before Billy died…

He turned back, thinking quickly; He smashed off a piece of the railing from the staircase—finally, a weapon.

"They can't help you, Max." It proclaims, making a vine constrict tighter around her neck; she was gasping for air now.

"Nah, But I can!" Billy growled out as he jerked forward, swinging the railing at it, aiming for its abdomen.

With a noisy "Thwack," the wood shattered into a million pieces as it collided with the monster's midsection. Blindsided, it screamed out as the force of the hit had it zooming through the air, busting through rocks.

That was surprising; holy shit didn't know I was that strong.

He turned his attention to Max, The vines had eased around her neck, but she was still firmly entangled.

"Billy!" She gasped, trying to catch her breath.

"It's alright; I'll get you out," He tells her, grabbing the vines and yanking them as hard as possible. They ripped apart effortlessly in his hands, dropping to their feet.

After the last vine, she collapsed into his arms. Hauling her up to stand, Billy took her face in his hands. "You good? Are you hurt?" he frantically skimmed over her body, ensuring no injuries.

"I'm okay, Billy. I'm okay." She replied, her breath shaky as she removed her head from his grasp.

He glanced to the portal where her friends and Steve still yelled for her to wake up, and the shitty song still played in the background.

"What's with the song?" Billy asked. Max shrugged, "It's my favorite, Kate Bush." she replied defensively.

He squinted, disdain apparent on his face. "Kate..who?"

She rolled her eyes, a small smile gracing her lips; she went to speak again when the ground shook.

"MAX," the thing roared; they looked at each other wide-eyed momentarily, panic forming in Max's eyes.

"Go, Max. You need to go!" Billy pushed her toward the others.

"No, not without you! Come on, come with me, please I can't do this without you. please." She begged, reaching out for Billy to follow.

He took a shallow breath; she wanted him to go with her. Hope sparked in his chest, warming him from the inside out. She still wants him around even after all he did to her and her friends…

As he reached to take her hand, Billy was blasted back through a rotting wall. Groaning, He was fed up. God fucking damn it! What is with this fucking thing and throwing him around like a ragdoll!

"Alright, now I'm fucking pissed! Stop being a pussy and hit me like a man!-er whatever the fuck you are!" Billy hollered, dusting himself off and stomping back.

"Max-go! I'll hold it off, but you need to move your ass! Now!" Billy watched as she wavered.

"Max, You belong here with me, Max." Its voice boomed.

"No, the fuck she doesn't!-Maxine GO! It'll be okay; we'll find another way. I need you to be safe. Go!" He yelled again.

With a long look, she nodded. "Fine," she pointed at Billy, "But don't die in the meantime, or else I'm gonna have to bring you back just to kill you again!"

Billy snorted, he wanted to tell her how dumb she sounded, but the earth shook again. he glanced back at her, eyebrow raised; she took the hint. With a final nod, she rushed off toward the portal.

The gross viney monster reappeared before him like some huge ugly wizard.

"Could you at least take the shape of some hot babe or something? I'm getting real tired of looking at your face." Billy retorted, dodging as it swung at him with its giant talon.

he popped up, "You're shaped like a huge veiny dick, you know?" Billy cocked back, flinging his fist into its big ugly dick face.

"You know, actually, what I'd love? If ya turned into Harrington over there. It would be a whole lot more fun to punch you!" He expresses, laughing as his fist connects with its face again.

Objects started crashing down around Max as she ran; huge boulders and house bits fell around her.

Dodging another swing, Billy shouted, "You got it, Max!!!" She was almost there, almost out; gotta distract him a little longer.

Its talon grazed Billy's neck before he flinched back; He didn't move quick enough; he could feel the warm liquid dripping down his back.

"You know I've watched this movie before, Freddy Krueger; ever heard of him? Do you even get tv here in monster hell? Not very original if you ask me." He stated.

It went for his throat again, but he sidestepped in time.

"I'll be honest; I didn't really watch the movie either. I was too busy knuckles deep in this one girl to really be paying attention." Billy smirked; all he could really remember from that night was that she was a screamer. The whole movie theater could attest to that.

"Why do you fight? Isn't it tiring? You know this isn't you. Fighting for the innocent," It questions, "Join me, Billy."

He watched Max vault through the portal, closing it up behind her. Billy hung his head in relief; at least she was safer there with…dare he say it… Harrington. Gross, now he was relying on that big dumb head of hair to do his job.

"Hmmm," he tapped his chin, pretending to think. "Me? Tired of fighting? Never." Billy snickered, throwing a punch to its side. "And id rather be back in that coffin than join some dickhead looking asshole."

The thing grunts, "Then I have no need for you."

With a raise of its hand, It forced Billy out, flying back into the Upside Down and landing on tombstone debris. He heaved himself up, ready to dive in again, but it was gone where there was once fog, now more cemetery.

Billy sighed, looking up to the crackling red and grey skies. "Well shit, now what?"

<- Prologue

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Billy Hargrove/Original Female Character Warnings: Being buried alive, Deathy stuff, Sexual innuendoes, Eventual Smut, Blood, People being mean, honestly more warnings to come. Summary: Billy wakes up sometime after dying at the hands of the mind bitch. After taking a dirt nap, Billy finds himself wondering what the actual fuck happened. He watched as some ugly bastard tried taking Max before...Kate Bush...? Started playing, and suddenly, Max was returning to the real world. He treks across the disgusting and dangerous universe that shitbird called "The Upside Down" to get back in time to help her from becoming demon meat and finds help along the way. 1,429-word count

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PROLOGUE

March 21st, 1986

My eyes burned..no scratch that; my whole fucking body burned.

Disoriented, I tried to rub the burn from my eyes, but my arms wouldn't budge. In fact, my muscles felt like they were on fire, burning from the inside out; I clenched my teeth from the pain. Teeth, oh good, At least I still have fucking teeth. There's hope for me yet.

My heart felt like it was gonna beat right out of fucking my chest from how hard it was thumping in my ribcage; I couldn't breathe; the atmosphere felt stale, and I felt like I couldn't get a full breath in; there were coming in short spurts and god my head…My brain spun inside my skull, you know, like how it feels when you go on that spinning ride, the ones at those shitty fucking fairs? Yeah, those ones.

The roaring in my ears was loud; I couldn't hear my fucking thoughts. Everything is wrong; it feels wrong. How did I get here? There was no light; I couldn't see a damn thing. I wouldn't know from an ass or a tit right now.

Minutes passed

Or maybe it was hours…

I wouldn't know.

Finally, for what felt like forever, the spinning quit, and the blood rushing in my ears was dying down. Being able to finally have some sense, I took a deep breath. Still stale.

There was a tingling throughout my body, like it was slowly coming to relax, so I tried moving my arms again, this time with some success, as I gradually raised my hands above my face.

Everything felt foreign, like these weren't my hands; this body didn't feel like mine. My fingers felt prickly as I flexed them in front of me, still unable to see anything. I felt so stiff like my body hadn't moved in a long time.

What the absolute fuck is going on? I can't remember anything; everything felt so hazy.

I spread my arms, trying to flex the painful muscles back into working condition; when my hands collided with a surface just a couple of inches above me, I thought the texture felt familiar, silk.

A silk wall? Where the fuck am I?

My anxiety increased as I blindly felt about in the dark, only to discover the wall reached around the sides and top of me too. That's definitely not good. Closed in…closed in what?

Alarmed, I thrashed around, legs and arms lashing out; as I attempted to sit up quickly, I smacked my head, slamming back down onto what I now realize is the same silk texture.

I swore, bringing my hand to my forehead. Jesus Christ, that hurt. I massaged the intense pain piercing my head as I looked around in the darkness surrounding me, hoping some light would peak through someplace.

"HELLO?! WHERE AM I?! GET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!" I shouted, my voice hoarse and cracking like I hadn't spoken in forever. I waited for any kind of sound or acknowledgment…

No reaction

I began bashing on the walls, wildly hitting anywhere I could reach. "I swear to god! When I get the fuck out of here, you're dead, you hear me? Fucking dead!!!" I persisted, my voice being swallowed up in the hollow abyss again.

Still nothing

Dropping my hands to my sides, I realize I'm alone. All alone.

Dread crawled up my spine into my chest and squeezed my painful heart; terror began to set in. My body began to shake, and every breath became more difficult as the air seemed thinner, my head reeling out of sheer panic.

I squeezed my eyes shut. Alright, get it the fuck together before you pass out from being a pussy. Deep breaths…in…out…in…out…Think, god damn it. Where was I last? As I lay there trying to recollect my thoughts, the memories hit me like a semi… everything connected. The mall…

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. NO, NO, NO. Maxine. No! I have to get out of here.

Think, Think, Think. Ugh, what I do for a damn cigarette right now. I ran my hands over my damp face trying to focus. Reaching around and patting the floor below me, I searched the space for something useful; my hand brushed against an object. Taking hold, I quickly realized what it was. A flashlight. Fuck yeah.

Fumbling to turn it on, you turned it over a few times in your hands, trying to find the switch. Switching it on, the once-dark space now lit up. Shit! I accidentally dropped the flashlight on my face shielding my eyes. It felt like a damn flash bang. Judging by the stinging it brought on, I haven't been in the light for a long time.

After rubbing at my eyes for a minute, they adjusted; Squinting, I picked up the flashlight to get an actual glimpse around. This only confused me as I looked around at my cramped position.

Wait, I'm in a fucking box.

Everywhere I looked, there were dark blue silk-covered walls. No…why does this look like a..a..fucking coffin?! I'm in a goddamn coffin. Did I die? Am I dead? Maybe it's hell then..but my heart is beating. Did I get buried alive? I need to get the fuck out of here…if I am alive, I won't make it much longer once I run out of oxygen.

Fuck.

With a jagged sigh, I placed the flashlight facing up against the side of my leg and got to work, aggressively tearing the fabric above me. Pinewood, that's good; it means I have a chance.

Here goes nothing; I dig my nails into the wood, scraping and clawing at it. Ahh fuck! Splinters embed themselves in my skin, mingling with the sweat and blood that now coats my hands. Each scrape and tear fuels my anger as I refuse to let the pain stop me. Gritting my teeth, I kept going. My knuckles are raw and bleeding. "FUCK!"

The wood cries out in protest, its fibers failing to my persistent attack. A rush of adrenaline courses through me, and anticipation fills me at the small progress. I widen the gap, creating a small opening through which dirt starts to pour in. I thrust my palms against the weakened barrier—the wood splinters and cracks under the force of distress. I widen the hole; further, my heart pounding in rhythm with each labored breath. The earth was suffocating my air.

Muscles strained and quivering, I thrust myself upward, shoulders pushing against the confining walls of the coffin. I take one final inhale of air and hold it in as soil cascades around me, breaking free of the box. Forcing my feet up, I dug through the dirt, desperately trying to find the surface. Starting to feel lightheaded from holding my breath, I hesitated.

Come on pussy; you can do it! Keep going, Your Billy fucking Hargrove. You went down on Rachel Bennett for Ten fucking minutes in the 9th grade without coming up for air. This aint shit, you can do this!

A sliver of clear surface emerged through the soil above me; the still stale atmosphere carried a hint of freshness, a promise of fucking freedom. With a final surge of strength, I broke the earth's surface, gasping for sweet fucking air.

Taking large gulps of it, I dug my hands into the ground, clawing my way out and hauling the rest of my body onto the dirt floor. There, I fucking did it. Rolling over onto my back, I looked up at the sky…er…what I thought was the sky. It was dark and raining. No, not rain..something else that made breathing a bit hard, but nothing like being fucking buried alive puts shit into perspective, I'd say.

Taking in my surroundings, something caught my eye. My name. Sitting up, I came face to face with my tombstone. I sucked in a sharp breath.

WILLIAM HARGROVE

MAR. 29. 1967

JUL. 4. 1985

GONE BUT NOT FORGOTTEN

July 4th…

Flashes of that fugly fucking monster drilling me in the chest came to mind; I frantically felt around my body for the wounds.

Nothing. There was not even a scratch on me other than my bloody and torn-up hands from climbing out of my grave.

I don't understand.

"I don't understand!"

Thunder erupts in the clouds, illustrating the red skies.

"I don't understand!" "What do you mean? I don't understand!!"

I remember. The skies..this place. This fucking place. What did I overhear Max call it?… The Upside down? Yeah, yeah, that's it.

I'm in the fucking Upside Down.

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