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Chapter 1: START

[Notes: first-person POV, this has cursing, a plus size female reader, specific body part mentioned, talks of stereotypes, OC specific stuff, friendships not in the show (P.S. will try not to write them often as they are not written in the show and only exist in my fictional world ]

Scrolling through Tumblr became somewhat of a habit when watching a show rerun. Looking at posts related to the show was even more common. What wasn't common was the absolute fucking audacity for this boy to be lying on my bed as I watch an episode of a show he doesn't care about.

Grabbing an extra pillow from my bed and smother him for five seconds as he thrashes around from his position on my bed, yelling even at my attempt to kill him. Dropping my phone, unlocked, on the side of me and lifted the pillow to see him glaring at me.

"What is wrong with you!" His yell woke up the other bodies on the floor of the room. I hear one of them complain about it being too loud in the morning, which was a lie because it was three in the afternoon with the sun in the sky and my curtains pulled together because everyone else was asleep.

"We agreed that I'm the only one to lie on my bed." My tone wasn't meant to start an argument, just an honest statement. He begins to deflate with an evident pout on his lips.

"I thought you loved me." He cried out as he fell to the floor, next to a friend who is beginning to wake up. "Eli! She doesn't love me!" He grabbed Eli's shoulders, who just blinked at the sudden force on her shoulders.

Huffing when falling on my back as I pause on Stranger Things. One of the shows that I will never finish. Not with the number of spoilers I witnessed for season three. Clicking my tongue with my eyebrows furrowed when seeing that everyone is finally getting off the floor, except Connor who is still on the floor in a tantrum. My heart has space for one man and one man only.

My face relaxes and I can feel a smile spread on my lips at noticing I paused at the moment before Dacre's character is introduced by finally showing who is driving the Camaro.

"You're so down bad for him." Eli comments after stretching and getting out of Connor's hold.

"He's very lovely." The words leave me before I can fully think of them. It only makes Eli laugh as she moves around the bodies who are sitting up to stare at a shelf I made for this exact thing.

Getting off my bed to grab the water bottles and the small pill cases of Ibuprofen on my nightstand. After calculating how I can throw them without hitting their heads, I see three heads glare at me as I nod with a smile when they get my gift. Then I take a sniff of the room.

"Y'all stink, get out." My face scrunched in disgust at smelling the room. Bringing my hand to pinch my nose and wave my other hand to the front door. I got loud complaints and a curse to my couch after stubbing his toe.

"What did we even do last night?" MJ was moving around to walk toward me but I held my arms up. "Especially you." She gapes before falling to the floor next to her brother. Now the siblings are throwing a tantrum and Eli only shrugged at my stare to calm down her girlfriend.

"You guys became trash goblins at my joke of me throwing my clothes in it by accident." Shuddering at the memory and let go of my nose to speak properly.

Connor finally faces me with a smile that clearly tells me he didn't feel bad. Fucking weirdo he is. Rolling my eyes and throw my pillow at him. He catches it and curls himself in without his stare ever leaving mine. Yeah, weirdo.

--0--0--

Time passed rather slowly as my friends went on with their lives. Both Mark and James stayed behind to relax a little longer before going to work. They had fixed the makeshift bed on the floor to watch something on James' profile on the Netflix they leech off of me. I had given them crackers and another bottle of water as they fed each other, and I was on my bed. On my side with my dominant hand holding my head up.

And I'm still in this position, even after they left. I already finished the movie they started to watch but paused as they had to get ready to leave. I really didn't mind them not commenting throughout the first thirty minutes of the movie. They knew me and I knew them, and nothing was going to disrupt that understanding between us. I just wished they didn't whisper when talking to one another. Feels weird when there is something on the TV already.

Unlocking my phone and see that MJ took a selfie with Connor posing with a peace sign. Shaking my phone and move the photo to an album of the things my friends had taken with my phone. Going home and go back to scrolling on Tumblr.

Immediately frowned at the first post I see on For You. Why do Billy antis have to be such cool people? Unfollowing then blocking them before the urge to write something on their post overtakes me. Breathing out with closed eyes and decide to see a reblogged post I did of him. I can feel my body start to calm down from the sudden flare of wanting to go anon and go ham on them.

Staring at the header on my profile, and admiring Darce for a moment as Connor's behavior fills my mind. I called him a weirdo, yet here I am soothing myself after seeing a cute drawing of his character. Throwing my phone on my bed and get off to find clothes to wear. It's getting late and I haven't left my house in seventeen hours.

Walking out of the room to walk through the hallway that leads into my closet. Which basically was meant for it to be a bedroom but I placed my bed in the living room area. The kitchen was small and I only had a counter that ran on two walls that ended before getting close to the entryway. The living room was slightly larger and I still had enough space to place a coffee table in front of my couch and a nightstand beside my bed. And even a makeshift bed when moving the couch a little to the left towards the corner.

There are two dressers, one for my friends and another for myself. They don't often stay the night, so they only get ONE drawer on the dresser, except Eli. Eli has a drawer on theirs and two on mine. She's lovely.

Finding random clothes that don't make me look as if I just got out of a ten-hour gaming marathon. It hasn't happened to me... Yet. Here's to hoping it doesn't at all. I pose in front of the mirror as I blow a kiss to myself with a wink.

"I look nice."

Nodding at my outfit before sitting down on the vanity to slap some lip oil and mascara on. I rub a small amount of cream on my cheeks and forehead then let it dry. As I wait, I continue to stare with my dominant hand holding my head up. It seems that I was one of the lucky ones to have all my fat on my bottom half and not above my neck.

Clicking my tongue at my thought, there's nothing wrong. Nothing wrong with a round face. Just wished I had one.

Taking a makeup brush and palette from the pink makeup organizer to put on a rosy blush on my cheeks. Putting the two things back before posing again. It's nice to compliment yourself every once in a while. Breathe out with my eyes closed and smile.

"I look nice."

Fixing my outfit then leaving the closet and on the way, I grabbed my backpack from the floor and walked out of my house altogether. There's a plaza a few blocks away with new stores opening. It is just gaining attention, and I can only assume because there's a new Ross store. I could go check to see if there might be some skirts in my size. Probably, but they'll look like garbage.

Skirts are so meant to be freeing, to feel the wind on my thighs. Why would I wear a skirt that goes past my knees? If that was the case then I would have just worn pants. Them stereotypes of all us plus-size girls wanting to cover up completely. What the fuck is wrong with people? If I want to wear a dress that goes mid-thigh then I'm going to wear a dress that covers less than my thigh. The longer they complain, the shorter the dresses and skirts become.

Grumbling to myself as the radio blasts a random song as I drive to that plaza. It's barely five, but the sun is already lowering behind the plaza building once it gets into view. Moving my head to the beat of the song as I find a parking space somewhat close to the restaurant that I wanted to try. Tapping the steering when I take another turn and higher the volume of the music as I continue to look.

Parking and stayed sat as I let the song continue while mouthing the lyrics to look inside my backpack for coupons that I'd collected through the week. Will I find anything for this specific restaurant, not likely but I can try? Picking up the sandwich bag full of coupons and rummaging through them, all while the radio is still blasting music.

Pausing my movements at hearing static coming from the radio and I continue to listen until it suddenly stops and the song continues. Shaking my head at how it felt like I was in a trance. Sighing once finding no coupon, I put the bag inside my backpack and turn off the ignition but just as I do the static came back.

Pressing a button to change the station and when the static keeps going, I press another. Groaning when I kept pressing all six buttons and I kept getting the same result. Turned off the radio in the end and sighed out then took a glance out the windshield.

"Yeah. No."

Starting the car back on to reverse seeing that the sun is going up in the sky instead of the moon. In an instant, the static from the radio came back on and my head hit the steering wheel while I was driving out of the parking lot.

__I__I__

Sneezing as I start to wake up from my unexpected nap, moving my limbs when everything starts to come back to me. With wide eyes, I look around the area and I might as well be dead. Where the fuck am I?

Why is it so bright? And why does it feel like I'm getting colder?

Standing up but don't make a move to take a step. I have no idea where I am or how I got here. Or if I'm just dreaming all of this.

[Hello. You are awake.]

Blinking at the vast area of the place at hearing Siri's voice and sit down to lay on my back.

"I am going to take a nap."

[You will not. You must have questions, or are you still in shock?]

"A bit of both, no?"

[You are odd. Are you going to stay awake as I explain?]

"Do I even have a choice?" I look up at the room and spoke to the air as if this were normal. I do doubt it.

[I am ONE. It stands for Our Next Evolution. What is your name?]

"Shouldn't you know? It clearly shows that you've been watching me sleep until I awoke." Bending my knees as my eyes were set on the ceiling thing of the room. It's just blue and I can see myself but I can't tell where the light is coming from. Similar to The Void in Stranger Things.

[You have every reason to act hostile, but would it be a lot to ask for you to be nice?]

Bringing my hands up to cover my face as I let out a groan. This thing is right and I don't want it to be.

"My name is (First Name). It stands for never succeeding at anything."

[You seem calm. Do you know where you are? Have you been here before?]

I shook my head and play with my outfit. Pulling and stretching it as I stay lying down.

[You are here to play a game. Follow the rules and you will return home how you left it.]

"First of all you S.O.B, I never agreed to such a thing. Secondly, I am not going to follow your rules without even knowing anything about this game. Thirdly... I actually can't think of anything so there is no third, but still!"

[Would you like for me to tell you where you are going to play?]

"I don't have a choice and I'm starting to hate this floor. Yes."]

[The setting takes place in Hawkins, Indiana. The time you are to enter is July 22, 1983.]

"WHAT THE FUCK! What do you mean Hawkins? That place doesn't even exist, you fart knocker."

[Would you like for me to explain the rules to you?]

Sitting up as I scream into my hands as this is finally settling in.

[You are to follow my instructions so that you will gain rewards as the story continues. You are to stay in the background until September 1983 comes closer. You are to not speak of the game to anyone until told to. You are given an area to live in and a story of your own. You are to remember its details and answer accordingly when questioned. You are given a free outfit to fit the time period and 300 dollars at the start of the game.]

I give a blank stare at the room as everything is finally settling in. As MUCH as I enjoyed watching the show, interviews, and liking posts related to the show, there was never a single thought in my head of ever wanting to be in it. People's lives are at risk in this world! The thought of ever being inside the world never settled lightly in me. Why would I ever want to risk MY life for someone else, even if that someone was a favorite character?

Call me selfish or whatever but this is so not the time to fangirl and stare at the characters. Because they just no longer become characters, they now become people. And I don't like people. I don't want to continue to maintain a relationship with anyone after getting to know them. It's too troublesome, and I am not a fan of that. It's too sudden and I need to have known them way longer than six episodes.

Knocking the sides of my head with my knuckles and stood up. A breath left me as I gave my best glare at the empty area.

"Do I not have a say in this game?"

[You do not... At the moment. Once the game continues and your behavior is at green, you may change any of the rules to your liking until then no. You will not have a say.]

"At least you were honest. When do I start?"``

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