Me too. Cheryl, she's just so...perfect. I hate that she ended up here.
I don't know what causes a person to be sent here, but she doesn't deserve it. And neither do I. Or you. Or anyone. This place is fucked, Nance. And I'm sorry we're here, but we might as well make the most of it if we have to.
[ this is a conversation that she wants to avoid. a plaintive whine of his name had really been about all she could muster on the topic, and it still holds. shitty boyfriend or not, she owes him an apology, but every time she tries it only gets stuck in her throat, knocked up against the other apologies that've lived and died there, little platelets clotting into something bigger and nastier.
my fault my fault my fault - it knocks around her head as an afterthought to everything, rises to the surface like a churning wave when she sees him run through with a hook, his face screwed up in pain.
[ "I don't know."? What's there to know? Some weird shit was going down at Hawkin's Lab, like always, and some crazy otherworldly entity transported them here. If a place like the upside down can exist, then this is certainly in the realm of possibilities. And Will didn't do anything to deserve getting trapped there. ]
You don't know? Nance, is there a reason you think we're here?
[ literally always about Barb. she had one friend, and she essentially sent that friend away to get devoured by the Demogorgon. if she can't avenge Barbara, how is she supposed to live with herself?
Nancy knows that Steve has grown up over the past two years, that his well-meaning is real and earnest. but she's not the kind of girl who melts into the guy's arms anymore. she's pretty sure that girl is dead. ]
I don't know.
[ yes, she realizes that's an annoying answer. after a minute: ]
Do you think we're still alive? Like Will was? Just ... somewhere else?
[ Wow that is an annoying answer. Steve gets it, but it's still annoying ]
[ He's about to send "Fine." when her second text comes through and he deletes it. ]
Yeah of course we are.
[ And then he takes a minute to send more as well. ]
Well...I don't know. I mean, we could be dead. We could be dead. But I don't think we are. We're in some sort of fucked up place, where we're tortured half the time, and camping with our friends the other half.
This shit is agonizing at times, but then, it can be so great, like with Cheryl. But watching her get hurt hurts me worse. And then there's all the killers and weird places, like when we get sent to that dollar store Hawkins, the hell is up with the entity fucking with us like that?
Apparently our new fucking normal, bullshit worlds with bullshit killers. Fuck, I don't know Nance.
What do you think?
[ Sorry for text spam, Nancy, he's going through something. ]
[ Nancy thinks that she should stop leading this depression campaign on main, especially around Steve. she's already said too much ... and who is she to put a damper on his newfound happiness? you friend stealer. ]
Yeah, it throws me off every time. Like it should be familiar, but it's not. I guess the Entity wasn't actually there for very long. Just the time it took to ... take us.
We don't have to eat, Steve. Or sleep. Those are basic biological needs. So is not getting axed in the face.
[ yeah, that happened recently. thanks, Huntress. ]
[ Nance, you can still be friends with her, she loves you, just be there for her too. ]
Right, the entity, it just got the...I dunno...flavors of wherever it visited. Like a twisted dream, where everything is just slightly off.
Yeah, the uhh dying over and over is weird I'll give you that. Ghost Face seems a bit extra excited to gut me lately, which is just real fucking great.
[ After a minute. ]
If we're dead, I'm sorry I didn't try harder to stop us from going to the Lab, Nance.
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Where did you get s'mores?
I mean, who's going to stop you? The Entity?
[ Steve, did you forget about JONATHAN? ]
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I asked the Entity for them after we kicked the wraith's ass in a trial, got them in a box later.
No it's just, this place, it's a total drag right? It's the worst. And I didn't expect to be happy, but yet... I met Cheryl, you know?
WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'm glad that you've found a way to be happy.
[ guilt level over 9000. ]
mwahahaha >:] im going for the kill
I don't know what causes a person to be sent here, but she doesn't deserve it. And neither do I. Or you. Or anyone. This place is fucked, Nance. And I'm sorry we're here, but we might as well make the most of it if we have to.
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You don't think we ... did something?
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I mean, we've done lots of things. But did any of it really, I dunno, warrant this?
Nance, you're a really great person. I was an asshole, but you? If you're here, then there's no rhyme or reason to why we were brought here.
you really think you can one up me? : )
my fault my fault my fault - it knocks around her head as an afterthought to everything, rises to the surface like a churning wave when she sees him run through with a hook, his face screwed up in pain.
Steve's screams haunt her. ]
I don't know.
[ about any of it. ]
no, apparently not, u genius...oh wait yes i can
You don't know? Nance, is there a reason you think we're here?
[
Is this about Barb again?]we'll see
literally always about Barb. she had one friend, and she essentially sent that friend away to get devoured by the Demogorgon. if she can't avenge Barbara, how is she supposed to live with herself?Nancy knows that Steve has grown up over the past two years, that his well-meaning is real and earnest. but she's not the kind of girl who melts into the guy's arms anymore. she's pretty sure that girl is dead. ]
I don't know.
[ yes, she realizes that's an annoying answer. after a minute: ]
Do you think we're still alive? Like Will was? Just ... somewhere else?
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[ He's about to send "Fine." when her second text comes through and he deletes it. ]
Yeah of course we are.
[ And then he takes a minute to send more as well. ]
Well...I don't know. I mean, we could be dead. We could be dead. But I don't think we are. We're in some sort of fucked up place, where we're tortured half the time, and camping with our friends the other half.
This shit is agonizing at times, but then, it can be so great, like with Cheryl. But watching her get hurt hurts me worse. And then there's all the killers and weird places, like when we get sent to that dollar store Hawkins, the hell is up with the entity fucking with us like that?
Apparently our new fucking normal, bullshit worlds with bullshit killers. Fuck, I don't know Nance.
What do you think?
[ Sorry for text spam, Nancy, he's going through something. ]
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you friend stealer.]Yeah, it throws me off every time. Like it should be familiar, but it's not. I guess the Entity wasn't actually there for very long. Just the time it took to ... take us.
We don't have to eat, Steve. Or sleep. Those are basic biological needs. So is not getting axed in the face.
[ yeah, that happened recently. thanks, Huntress. ]
lmaooooooooooooooo @friendstealer
Nance, you can still be friends with her, she loves you, just be there for her too.]Right, the entity, it just got the...I dunno...flavors of wherever it visited. Like a twisted dream, where everything is just slightly off.
Yeah, the uhh dying over and over is weird I'll give you that. Ghost Face seems a bit extra excited to gut me lately, which is just real fucking great.
[ After a minute. ]
If we're dead, I'm sorry I didn't try harder to stop us from going to the Lab, Nance.
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[ guiltguiltguiltguiltguiltguilt. ]
What? No, Steve. I went. It was me. It was my plan. Don't apologize.
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Might as well enjoy it, maybe Felix could teach you how to play Skat. It's not what you think it is, trust me.