NO ONE'S POV:

(Steve, Dustin, & Y/N are in the car, on their way to Dustin's.)

Steve: Wait a sec. How big?

Dustin: First it was like that. Now he's like this.

Steve: I swear to God, man, it's just some little lizard, okay?

(Y/N): Definitely overkill to bring me for some lizard.

Dustin: It's not a lizard.

Steve: How do you know?

Dustin: How do I know if it's not?

Steve: How do you know it's not just a lizard?

Dustin: Because his face opened up and he ate my cat.

(Y/N): That'll do it.

(Cut to them at Dustin's house. Steve is getting his baseball.)

(Imagine Dustin between Y/N & Steve.)

(They're now at his cellar.)

Steve: I don't hear shit.

(Y/N): Same here.

Dustin: He's in there.

(Steve & Y/N bang on the doors to no response. Steve shines the flashlight in Dustin's face.)

Steve: All right, listen, kid. I swear, if this is some sort of Halloween prank, I'm gonna have (Y/N) eat you.

(Y/N): Yeah!

Dustin: It's not.

Steve: All right?

Dustin: It's not a prank. Get it out of my face.

Steve: You got a key for this thing?

(Steve opens the cellar doors.)

Dustin: He must be further down there. I'll stay up here in case he tries to escape.

Steve: [sighs]

(Y/N): Real brave of you.

(They walk down into the cellar where Steve picks up some molded skin with his bat.)

Steve: You don't do this, right?

(Y/N): Of course not. I'm a mammal like you.

(They turn their attention to something on the wall as we cut up to Dustin.)

Dustin: Steve? (Y/N)? Guys, what's going on down there?

(Steve shines the flashlight up to him.)

Steve: Get down here.

(He shows him the molded skin.)

Dustin: Oh, shit.

(Then shows him the hole in the wall.)

Dustin: Oh, shit!

(They walk up to the hole.)

Dustin: No way. No way.

(Y/N): You better start believing it.

(Cut to them getting buckets of meat & gasoline out of the trunk of Steve's car.)

Lucas: This is Lucas. Do you copy? Dustin?

Dustin: Well, well, well, look who it is.

Lucas: Sorry, man. My stupid sister turned it off.

Dustin: Well, when you were having sister problems, Dart grew again, he escaped, and I'm pretty sure he's a baby Demogorgan.

Lucas: Wait. What?

Dustin: I'll explain later. Meet me, Steve, and (Y/N) at the old junkyard.

Lucas: Steve? Who's (Y/N)?

Dustin: The werewolf. His name is (Y/N). Bring your binoculars and wrist rocket.

Lucas: Steve Harrington is actually best friends with a werewolf?

(Y/N): [chewing]

Steve: (Y/N), stop eating the bait!

(Y/N): [swallows] Stopping!

Steve: All right, let's go.

Dustin: Just be there, stat. Over and out.

(Cut to the trio dropping bait across a train track.)

Steve: All right, so let me get this straight. You kept something you knew was probably dangerous in order to impress a girl who...

(Y/N): Who you just met?

Dustin: All right, that's grossly oversimplifying things.

Steve: I mean, why would a girl like some nasty slug anyway?

(Y/N): A werewolf girl would. Is she a werewolf?

Dustin: I...I don't think so. It's an interdimensional slug. Because it's awesome.

Steve: Well, even if she thought it was cool, which she didn't, I...I just...I don't know. I just feel like you're trying way too hard. Back me up here, (Y/N).

(Y/N): I guess you are. A bit.

Dustin: Well, not everyone can have your perfect hair and be a werewolf, all right?

(Y/N): So, what you're telling me is if I just told a girl that I'm a werewolf, I'd have a girlfriend right now?

Dustin: Yes.

(Y/N): [laughs] That's a good one.

Steve: It's not about the hair, man. The key with girls is just...just acting like you don't care.

Dustin: Even if you do?

Steve: Yeah, exactly. It drives them nuts.

(Y/N): Should I be writing this down?

Steve: What? No. You already know this stuff. Just haven't put it to the test yourself yet.

Dustin: Then what?

Steve: You just wait until, uh...until you feel it.

Dustin: Feel what?

Steve: It's like before it's gonna storm, you know? You can't see it, but you can feel it, like this, uh...electricity, you know?

Dustin: Oh, like in the electromagnetic field when the clouds in the atmosphere--

Steve: No, no, no, no, no. Like a...Like a sexual electricity.

(Y/N): It's kinda...animalistic in a sense.

Steve: Bingo!

Dustin: Oh.

Steve: You feel that and then you make your move.

Dustin: So that's when you kiss her?

Steve: No, whoa, whoa. Slow down, Romeo.

Dustin: Sorry.

(Y/N): [chuckles]

Steve: Sure, okay, some girls, yeah, they want you to be aggressive. You know, strong, hot and heavy, like a...I don't know, like a lion or a...

(He looks at Y/N.)

Steve: Wolf.

(Y/N): Gotcha.

Dustin: Mmm.

Steve: But others, you gotta be slow, you gotta be stealthy, like a...like a ninja.

Dustin: What type is Nancy?

Steve: Nancy's different. She's different than the other girls.

Dustin: Yeah, she seems pretty special, I guess.

Steve: Yeah. Yeah, she is.

(Y/N): You have no idea.

Dustin: But this girl's special, too, you know. It's just, like, something about her.

Steve: Whoa, whoa, whoa, Hey, hey, hey.

Dustin: What?

Steve: You're not falling in love with this girl, are you?

Dustin: Uh, no. No.

Steve: (Y/N), smell him.

Dustin: Why?

Steve: Just let him do it.

(Y/N): [sniffs] Yeah, he doesn't.

Steve: Okay, good. Don't.

Dustin: I won't.

Steve: She's only gonna break your heart, and you're way too young for that shit.

(He looks at Dustin who has his head down.)

Steve: Fabergé.

Dustin: What?

Steve: It's Fabergé Organics.

(Y/N): I knew it.

Steve: Shut up. Use the shampoo and conditioner, and when your hair's damp...It's not wet, okay? When it's damp...

Dustin: Damp.

Steve: Do four puffs of the Farrah Fawcett spray.

Dustin: Farrah Fawcett spray?

Steve: Yeah, Farrah Fawcett. You tell anyone I just told you that and your ass is grass. You're dead, Henderson. Do you understand?

Dustin: Yup.

Steve: [sighs] Okay.

Dustin: Farrah Fawcett, really?

Steve: I mean, she's hot.

(Y/N): Hey, can't argue with that.

Dustin: Yeah.

(Cut to the trio arriving at the old junkyard.)

Steve: Oh, yeah. Yeah, this will do. This will do just fine. Good call, dude.

(Y/N): Good call indeed.

(They pour the rest of the bait on the ground as Lucas & Max arrive.)

Lucas: I said medium-well!

Steve: Who's that?

(Steve & Y/N notice the look on Dustin's face once he sees her with Lucas. Cut to her and Y/N moving some junk around.)

(Y/N): Hey, redhead.

Max: Did you just call me "redhead?"

(Y/N): Well, yeah. I don't know your name yet.

(He holds his hand for a handshake.)

(Y/N): (Y/N) O'Connell. Nice to meet you.

(She accepts it.)

Max: Max Mayfield.

(Y/N): Now that we're acquainted, I take it Lucas already told you about me?

Max: That you're werewolf? Yeah.

(Y/N): [sighs] Figured.

Max: Too bad you won't be able to become one for me.

(Y/N): What?

Max: We're not projected to have a full moon tonight.

(She starts walking away.)

(Y/N): I can change without it being a full moon! Where are you going?

(Cut to Steve getting Dustin & Lucas' attention.)

Steve: Hey! Dickheads! How come the only one helping (Y/N) and I out is this random girl? We lose light in 40 minutes. Let's go. Let's go, I said!

Dustin: All right, asshole! God!

Lucas: Okay! Stupid.

(They continue moving around stuff in the junkyard as Steve pours gasoline on the bait & pours a trail of it to the bus they fortified. Cut to late at night with them in the bus with Lucus on the roof, trying to look through the fog. Steve flicks a lighter as Y/N sits next to him looking at his nails.)

Max: So you two really fought one of these things before?

(They nod their heads yes.)

Max: And you're, like, totally, 100% sure it wasn't a bear?

Dustin: Shit. Don't be an idiot. Okay? It wasn't a bear. Why are you even here if you don't believe us?

(Y/N): [softly] Damn.

Dustin: Just go home.

Max: Geesh. Someone's cranky. Past your bedtime?

(She walks towards the ladder.)

(Y/N): I'll give you a ride on my back when this is all over. Sound good?

Max: Pervert.

(She climbs up the ladder.)

(Y/N): I didn't mean it that way--

Steve: I know, (Y/N). I know.

(Y/N): [sighs]

Steve: That's good. Just show her you don't care.

Dustin: I don't.

Dustin: Why are you winking, Steve? Stop.

[GROWLING]

(Dustin & Steve go up to a hole in the bus.)

Dustin: You see him?

Steve: No.

Dustin: Lucas, what's going on?

Lucus: Hold on!

(He sees Dart through the binoculars.)

Lucas: I got eyes! Ten o'clock! [stammers] Ten o'clock!

Steve: There.

Dustin: What's he doing?

Steve: I don't know.

(Y/N): Smarter than he looks.

(Max looks through the binoculars.)

Max: Wait. You sure that's not a dog?

Lucas: What?

(Dart walks slowly towards the bait.)

Steve: He's not taking the bait. Why is he not taking the bait?

Dustin: Maybe he's not hungry.

Steve: Maybe he's sick of cow.

(Y/N): Okay, I'll take him out. He's still small, it shouldn't take that long.

Steve: No, (Y/N), you're staying in here.

(Y/N): Nope. Not happening. This is why I'm here.

Steve: I need you to protect the kids.

(Y/N): [groans]

Dustin: Steve? Steve, what are you doing?

(He picks up his bat.)

Steve: [breathing heavily] Just get ready.

(He tosses Dustin the lighter. He steps out of the bus, bat in hand as Lucas & Max watch.)

Steve: [whistling] Come on, buddy. [whistles]

(Max climbs back down.)

Max: What's he doing?

(Y/N): Being an idiot.

Dustin: Expanding the menu.

Steve: Come on, buddy. Come on, buddy. Come on. Dinner time. Human tastes better than cat, I promise.

Max: He's insane.

Dustin: He's awesome.

(Y/N): He's going to get himself killed.

(Lucas notices two more sneaking up beside Steve.)

Lucas: Steve, watch out!

Steve: A little busy here!

Lucas: Three o'clock! Three o'clock!

Dustin: Steve!

(Y/N): I'm heading out there.

(They make their way to the door.)

Dustin: Steve! Abort! Abort!

(Steve dodges away from the demo-dogs as Y/N steps off the bus.)

Lucas: Steve, run!

Max: Where do you think you're going?!

(Steve runs past Y/N as he's turning into a werewolf & back into the bus, closing the door.)

Max: (Y/N)'s still outside!

Steve: He'll be fine!

Max: No he--

Werewolf: [howls]

Max: No way.

Lucas: I told you!

*SMASH*

(The demo-dogs smash Y/N into the bus.)

Werewolf: [groans]

[CLAMORING]

Dustin: Shit!

(Y/N's able to push two of the three demo-dogs off him but crawls up his back & starts biting his shoulder.)

Werewolf: [yells]

(Y/N's currently trying to get the demo-dog off his back, cut to the group in the bus.)

Max: Are they rabid or something?

Lucas: They can't get in! They can't!

(An arm is pierced through the bus, Steve hits it with his bat as the kids move to the back.)

Dustin: Is anyone there? Mike? Will? God! Anyone! We're at the old junkyard, and we are going to die!

(Cut to Y/N shaking off the demo-dogs off his back, jumping on it, & biting down on its neck. Cut back to the bus where Max looks up at a demodog.)

Max: [screams]

(Steve gets in front of her.)

Steve: Out of the way! Out of the way! You want some? Come get this!

Demodog: [screeches]

(Suddenly, the demo-dogs are called away. The group slowly walk out of the bus.)

Lucas: What happened?

Max: I don't know.

Dustin: Steve and (Y/N) scared 'em off?

Steve: No. No way.

Steve: They're going somewhere.

*RIPPING*

(They look over to see Y/N ripping off flesh & eating the demo-dog he just killed.)

Werewolf: *face deep in the corpse*

Steve: (Y/N)!

(He looks up from the corpse & looks at the group.)

Werewolf: Hm?

Steve: Stop eating whatever that is and get over here.

Max: He...he really is a werewolf. And he listens to you?

Steve: We're friends.

Max: Are you two friends with him too?

Dustin & Lucas: Kinda.

(Y/N changes back into a person.)

(Y/N): Heh, sorry. Let me just put on some clothes.