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Fatal Things

My Fatal frame/Stranger things Fic that I was too excited for.... this part is mostly just for back story and the description of Punk Steve!

“I haven't seen my sister in two years…” Billy let the silence stretch chewing on his bottom lip while trying to gather the words to continue. “We’ve always had a pretty shitty relationship, but when our parents died we got close. We were all we had, you know.”

Licking his lips Billy shifted in his seat as they took a wide turn onto a dirt path.

“A few years back she decided to change her whole life, switched majors, dumped her boyfriend and moved to a whole new continent. I tried to talk to her about it, but she shut me out and I lost track of her overseas… Last I knew she was living somewhere in Japan.”

“That's why you're going to the Crimson Butterfly village? You know that place is abandoned, right?”

Billy swallowed hard, he pulled a folded envelope from his backpack. “She wrote me a letter…”

The man side eyed Billy, he licked his lips nervously and cleared his throat. “When she send it?”

“The post mark is from six days ago.” Billy answered quietly.

“And she said she was there? Your sister said she was in the village?” The man asked, his hair falling into one half of his face as he turned to look at Billy, then back at the road.

“She asked me to meet her there, said she would get there this morning.” Billy answered.

“Why there? What's so important about the Crimson Butterfly?” The man sounded far away and Billy turned to face him as the driver tucked his hair back behind his ear.

“I don't know. Her letter only said to meet her, said she was ready to tell me what changed.”

Billy looked at the man, really looked at him. The sides of the man’s head were shaved and the thick stripe of hair going down the middle of his head was shoulder length and a lovely auburn shade in the dying sunlight. The man was white, and he spoke with an accent that Billy couldn't place.

The driver’s face was soft, big honey brown eyes outlined in black, full lips, a square shaped face with a hard jawline and a nose that had been broken a few times. His ears were pierced at least six times, he used safety pins and thick silver loops in the cartilage and nails in the lobes. His left eyebrow, septum and bottom lip were all pierced with silver rings.

The man wore a leather choker around his neck, several rings on his fingers with painted black nails. He was sporting a ratty old long sleeved Misfits band tee with holes dotted around his neck line, his thumbs stuck out of large holes in the bottom of the sleeves. Well worn black jeans with ripped up knees, a red plaid shirt tied around his waist and shin high wine red doc martens completed his outfit.

The punk aesthetic didn't match the worried look on his face and Billy frowned at him. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

The driver licked his lips nervously and swallowed hard, Billy watched the man's throat bob as it worked..

"That place is evil. It's cursed, there are things in that place that feed off of the life force of anything that goes near it… There are legends in my village.”

"My sister is there. Haunted, cursed, it doesn't matter, that place could be a hole in time and space and I'd still go if it means I get to see her again." Billy answered, cutting off the other man.

The driver chewed at the middle of his bottom lip, the double piercing in the corner of his right lip stretched and strained against the torment and Billy almost felt bad for the guy.

“Have you lived in Japan long?” Billy asked, trying to change the subject.

The driver laughed, making Billy frown in response.

“I’m actually Japanese, I was born in the Village you met me in.” The punk said with a shrug and a soft smile.

Billy laughed this time and the driver looked over at him with an amused smile on his face.

“No, it's true! My dad was born there too, his parents came to the village back in the 1920s. They ran away together after my great grandma’s parents said she couldn't marry my great granddad. It's a whole big thing for my family.”

“But uh, you uh, don’t…” Billy shrugged, shaking his head and gesturing to the other man.

“Look or sound asain?” The punk laughed. “Yeah, I’m Stephen Harrington the third. My grandparents are from Italy and my dad met my mom when his parents were visiting my other great grandparents in -you guessed it- Italy.” Steve smiled brightly.

“So, you’re Italian?”

“No, I'm Japanese.” Steve laughed loudly. “My nationality is Japanese, but my race or genealogy or whatever, is technically Italian cause all my ancestors are all Italian. It's a big running joke in the village, but unless you wanna get hit with a cane I wouldn't insist I’m not Japanese to anyone older than 50.”

“So your family runs a cab company?” Billy asked, feeling a little awkward in the conversation.

“Huh?” The punk asked confused, his face scrunching together as he tried to understand Billy. “Oh! No, my parents own a grocery, we have farmland and my granddad built a monstrous green house to help feed the village during the war. It's a lot to explain but basically we grow produce for the village and my mom runs a connecting restaurant.”

Billy looked at Steve a little dumbfounded. “Okay, so… why do you own a truck with a taxi sign on it?”

“Oh! Shit, right, yeah. Again, it's kind of a joke in our town. We don't have very many vehicles in our village and some of our older customers just can't make the walk to our grocery anymore, so I drive them. It started off as just driving people to the shop and home, but then I started making deliveries and then I started taking them to their doctors appointments. Now I'm the village taxi.”

Again the punk shrugged and smiled. “As for you, well, I'm one of the only people in our village that can speak English. It's me, the shipment coordinator, my mom and the elderly innkeeper where you’re staying. She’s the one that asked me to give you a ride.”

“Oh…so you’re just some random dude that people take advantage of.” Billy huffed out in a humorless laugh.

“That about sums it up, yeah.” Steve nodded, his hair falling off his ear and sweeping into his face as he did so. “I don't mind being taken advantage of, it hasn't killed me yet.” Steve smiled.

Billy chewed on the inside of his cheek, feeling the urge to say something more, but thinking better of it since he didn't want to end up on his ass in the middle of nowhere. The punk man tucked his hair back behind his ear then glanced over at Billy.

The rest of the long drive was spent in relative silence, Billy stared out his window and did his best to ignore the worried glances from Steve the good Samaritan non taxi driver. When they pulled onto the old overgrown road Billy’s stomach flopped. It was dusk and the road had turned from a glorified dirt path into a wide paved brick road almost too pretty to be an actual street. Steve started muttering something in Italian, repeating it over and over, the sound unnerving Billy.

“What are you saying?” Billy snapped.

“I’m trying to remember a protection prayer my mother taught me.” Steve muttered.

“Well cut it out, you’re giving me the heebie-jeebies, man.”

“Fuck off, I'm not getting murdered because you’re scared of a little Itilian” Steve added an extra emphasis on the last word and Billy rolled his eyes.

“Fuck y-” Billy started then stopped.

The place was eerie as hell, huge bamboo stalks grew along either side of the road absorbing the light and tunneling it forward toward a huge traditional Japanese gate. The gate had clearly been neglected for a while, the bright crimson paint chipping to reveal rotting wood underneath, delicate golden embroidery was almost all worn away. Beyond the entrance Billy could see several wooden shrines with beautiful angular roofs.

Steve pulled the truck about 100 feet from the entrance and Billy started to open the door when the driver grabbed his shoulder. Confused, Billy turned back, Steve’s face was sheet white, his eyes wide and startled.

“Don't touch the balls of light. Don’t acknowledge them, even if they come straight for you, you look right through them and keep on walking. If they start to manifest, get out, run for the bamboo, they can't follow you there.” Steve yanked Billy in close and whispered into his ear. “Do not let them latch onto you, they will leech your life away.”

Fear pooled in the pit of Billy’s stomach, he looked out toward the wooden shrine's goose bumps rising all over his skin.

“Billy, don't give them power over you. Don't believe. The torii will always stay in the same place, but the shrines will move to confuse you, let it guide you.”

Billy pulled away just enough to look into Steve’s eye, the driver swallowed hard and reluctantly let Billy go. There was a long pause, Billy staring into Steve’s worried eyes, while Steve silently pleaded, they each wanted to say more, but neither of them managed to. Pulling away Billy climbed out of the cab slinging his backpack over his shoulder and slamming the truck door behind him.

“Where are you Max?” Billy muttered to himself as he pulled his flashlight from the side pocket in his backpack.

#Fatal frame #stranger things #stranger things au #Billy Hargrove #steve harrington #punk steve harrington #Harringrove #Horror #I WAS EXCITED #THIS IS A FIRST DRAFT #DONT COME AT ME FOR IT BEING SHITTY IM SORRY

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