THE UPBEAT MUSIC BLASTING FROM THE WHEELER RADIO DID NOTHING TO LIFT CARLA'S SPIRIT.

In the basement of the Wheeler house had Carla been able to tell her friends what she had seen in the attic. With Steve's hand rubbing over her reassuringly, she'd been able to tell the group that Patrick McKinney had been floating in the air, that his arms and legs had snapped like twigs in different directions, that his eyes had been sucked straight out; that he'd performed the same actions Eddie had described happened to Chrissy—that he'd been taken by Vecna.

Lucas takes Patrick's death to heart, given the boy had been apart of the basketball team. Everyone else solemnly listens, more fearful of the fact that someone else had died rather than who it was. 

No one doubts that her small vision isn't true—she'd seen Chrissy die from the other perspective, there was no reason for them to doubt her whatsoever.

 So, the next morning—under the lie to Karen that they were going to the movies—the group all packs into the Wheeler vehicle to go and tell Eddie the bad news. The news that would make his criminal record even worse than it already was—not without stopping at the grocery store first, however. 

Carla sits in the front seat, staring at the window. She can still hear the cracking of Patrick's bones ricocheting through her skull; she misses the easy headaches. She's been oddly silent, lips strung together eerily. 

Nancy is driving, thin fingers clenched around the wheel. Robin, Max, and Lucas take the middle section, the Mayfield with her headphones. Steve and Dustin sit in the truck with all the groceries, snacking on a can of Pringles that was purchased for Eddie. 

"Not to be a wimp, but can I maybe sit in the car for this visit? 'Cause this is gonna totally and royally suck." Robin speaks up, leaning forward to peer at the driver of the vehicle. Truly, she doesn't want to see Eddie. Or tell him that he's dug even further into a hole he didn't have the shovel for.

Nancy shakes her head, replying, "It'll be fine."

 "I just can't stand to see those doe eyes of Eddie's break again." Robin rasps lowly. "I really, really, can't." 

From the backseat, Steve holds up the six-pack they had purchased at the store—Carla had told the group about Eddie's single request in the hopes that it would make him feel as better as he could about the situation—to point out, "At least he can drink himself into feeling better."

Still listening despite the headphones over her ears, Max shrugs, "That's what my mom does." 

Carla never really enjoyed alcohol. She's glad—she's sure she would be drinking her life away too at this point, if she did. 

"Why don't we just give it a trial run?" the Buckley asks, before raising her voice to act as if she were speaking to the Munson, "'Hey Eddie. Uh, good news first this time. We got you some Dustin-approved junk food and and that six-pack you requested. Oh yeah, and we found Vecna. Only the bad news is that he's in that other, darker, much scarier dimension we told you about and the gate's closed so we have no way of getting to him. Just a side note, another body has been found with their eyes sucked out and their bones bent. You betcha, Vecna has struck again! But, he's entirely shut off to us, so basically you're screwed. And no, I know you were already screwed, but now you're like doubly, triply, screwed!" 

Lucas cringes, trying to stop the girl's ramble, "Wait, wait, wait—maybe we don't put it like... that." 

 "'We're one step closer to finding Vecna'." Nancy offers a more positive spin on what they had discovered at the Creel house. "That's what we say. That's what's important."

"See, Robin?" Steve pops back into the conversation, liking the Wheeler's words. Surely, Eddie would like that. "Positive spin can make all the difference."

"I think Eddie would rather hear it the hard way." Carla speaks up, glancing up at the rear-view mirror to see her friends. She doesn't mean to be so pessimistic, but it's the truth. "Patrick is dead. That makes three bodies found the exact same way and one is already pinned under Eddie's name. We have no way of getting into the Upside Down to stop Vecna and even if we do, who in Hawkins is going to change their minds on Eddie? He is screwed." 

Robin offers, "Thank you, Carla." 

"Oh shit." 

At Nancy's sudden comment, Carla focuses in on what was happening in the scenery outside the vehicle. Her throat goes dry as the car turns into Reefer Rick's driveway to see an array of cop cruisers and and news trucks parked in the dirt. There's clamoring and a crowd stands in a circle, giant microphones held overhead. 

This was the crime scene. Patrick died here. 

Nancy brakes the car and unlocks the doors, hopping out. Carla has to haul up all the courage she has to do the same, filing out with the rest of the group. Raised chatter rings in her ears as the Wheeler steps forward, staring ahead at the scene.

She can't see anything, but she knows what's on the ground. 

"Come on." Nancy starts walking off, "This way."

The Wheeler leads them behind a news truck, where they get a good view of Chief Powell. He stands straight, talking to a group of reporters and camera-men about what had happened, stress lines on his forehead even deeper than they had been.  

Powell's voice glumly reports, "....reporting a homicide here on the lake." 

Lucas looks at Carla, whispering, "Patrick." 

"Officer Callahan here and myself arrived first on the scene. We made our way to the shore of Lover's Lake, about ten yards from that house you see behind me. It was there we found the victim, an eighteen-year-old senior from Hawkins High, Patrick McKinney."

The Sinclair boy turns crestfallen at the official mention of his fellow teammate. Carla wishes that what she saw was just a fucked up vision, but now it was true. Patrick was dead. Vecna had taken a third victim, a third innocent and scared teenager. When would it stop?

"His limbs, his body, it was disfigured." 

Carla closes her eyes, images of Patrick's disembodied limbs flashing through her head. Crack. 

"There was an eyewitness on the scene." Powell continues, "We have also identified a person of interest—" He holds up a picture. Carla's heart falls in her chest as an image of Eddie Munson is shown off to the cameras, to the town. "Eddie Munson." 

The Wheeler already knew that Eddie was the obvious choice of interest, as did the town but it didn't hurt less to hear. Now it was official . Eddie Munson was an official wanted man of three murders, and Carla doubts the town is going to change their minds. Not now, after three bodies. 

"We encourage anyone with information to please come forward." 

"Oh, man." Steve shakes his head, hands on his hips. "This is not good. This is really not good." 

"You've got a lot of questions, and I'm going to answer as many as I can. Two o'clock at town hall, where anyone from the Hawkins community is welcome. But right now, I've got some work to do, and I appreciate your understanding."

Powell walks away and the crowd erupts in questions and shouts for his attention. Callahan holds up to thumbs up, both officers leaving the people blatantly ignored. 

"Dustin, can you hear me?" 

Carla's brows furrow at Eddie Munson's voice and she turns to to Dustin, who's staring at his bag bug-eyed. "Dustin? Wheeler? Either one?"

The Henderson boy whips out his walkie, scurrying away from the crime-scene to keep Eddie's voice from anyone's ears. The rest of the group circles around him, wanting nothing more than to make sure their new-found friend was okay. After all, he had been staying at Reefer Rick's—clearly, he was no longer there and as a wanted man, there's little spots for him to hide.

"Eddie. Holy shit." Dustin whispers, "Are you okay?"

"Nah, man. Pretty....pretty goddamn far from okay."

He's talking—Carla feels a little better hearing that he was okay enough to talk to them. Yet, she still doesn't feel great at the thought of Eddie having seen Patrick die the same way as Chrissy—there's a solid chance he'd run after the death and had witnessed it happen. A chance that he'd deepened an already formed trauma. 

She remembers how shaken he looked after Chrissy. She doesn't want to see him now. 

Robin leans forward, "Where is he?"

Dustin transfers the message, "Where are you?"

"Skull Rock." Eddie comes through, "Uh, do you know it?" 

Carla knows it. Well, actually.

Skull Rock was the make-out spot, created by Steve Harrington back when the boy was the king of Hawkins High. During their original relationship, the Wheeler had been taken a multitude of times, kissing the boy until her lips were pink with effort and mouth hurt from giggling. It had been a place of teenage fun, of laughter and teasing. 

Having grown up, Steve took Carla on real dates rather than to Skull Rock to make-out—Steve doesn't need a certain spot to kiss his girlfriend until she's breathless. Carla much preferred the bedroom, anyways—but they'd gone back in '84 after the snowball. Sometimes Steve brought it up and the Wheeler could smile about the innocent fun they used to have, before monsters. 

It lives in the Wheeler's mind still. Everything that's happened there was a good memory. 

"Skull Rock. Yeah, we know it." Steve spares a glance at his girlfriend, thinking back to their time spent there. Dustin, Max, Nancy, Lucas, and Robin all turn to the Wheeler as if looking for confirmation, to which Carla nods. 

The Harrington jogs forward, grabbing his girlfriend hand to tug her along.

"Hold right. We're coming." Dustin reassures Eddie, "We're coming."

In the woods, Dustin and Steve did nothing but argue.

The group had gotten back into the Wheeler vehicle and, with Steve and Carla offering out directions, Nancy had driven them to the woods. From there, the Harrington took lead, given his knowledge on the spot. Dustin had clung to his side, a compass and map in hand—as if Steve needed help finding his own place. 

For the past fifteen minutes, Steve and Dustin have both been calling out different directions, bickering over it each time. Carla's honestly over it—Steve knows where Skull Rock is. She knows they're going in the right way. She isn't sure why the Henderson is trying to disagree. 

"Dude, I'm telling you, you're taking us the wrong way." Steve tells Dustin, trying to glance at the map in his hands. There was no way the thing was correct—the Harrington never needed a map to get here and made it to the right spot every time.

"It's North. I'm positive." Dustin defends himself, "I checked the map."

"You do realize that Skull Rock, it's like, a super popular make-out spot?"

"Yeah. So?"

"Yeah, well, it wasn't popular until I made it popular." the Harrington jabs a finger into his chest, more smug. Dustin rolls his eyes. "Alright? I practically invented it. We're heading in the wrong direction." 

"He's going the right way, Dustin." Carla states, rather over the bickering. She just wants to check on Eddie, and they aren't getting anywhere by arguing. "Trust me."

"You two disgust me." the Henderson scowls, not wanting to picture anything about the two of them at Skull Rock in his head. Frustration seeping into his tone, Dustin continues to try and prove that Steve is indeed leading them wrongly. "Just because you made it popular doesn't mean you're right about this. I doubt you had a map on you when you came here during your high school years." 

"Uh, no, I did not have a map, I was busy doing other things." Steve looks at the Henderson. "Things that require less looking at a map and more, uh, passion."

The Harrington glances back at his girlfriend, shooting her a small smile. Carla offers a weak one back, memories flooding  back to the front of her mind—laughter, stolen kisses, the warmth of his skin against hers in the dim light of the moon.

"We get it, you were doing Carla." 

The Wheeler's cheeks can't help but flare red, even if the topic was on such. "Okay, you don't have to put it like that."

Steve shrugs, absentmindedly. "He's not wrong."

"Steve—"

The Harrington starts walking off the main path, shoes crunching against the leaves piled up below. Dustin narrows his eyes, "Steve, where are you going?" 

"Stop whining!" the Harrington winds his arm around, urging the Henderson to zip his lips and follow. "Let's go, come on. Trust me."

"Steve!"

Carla shakes her head, following after the boys. 

From behind, Robin and Nancy watch the scene, the latter pursing her lips. 

Robin hasn't been friends with Nancy Wheeler for very long, but she's picked up on details within the last few days. She noticed how different yet similar the Wheeler twins could be. How they always seemed to to bottle up feelings. With Nancy, she noticed how she seemed to tense or look unhappy anytime Steve and Carla showed affection. 

Nancy was dating Jonathan—had been for years. Steve was Nancy's ex and now he was dating her sister. Carla and Steve were really dating; living together, the Harrington was always talking about her at work. Jonathan was in California and Nancy was alone. 

Robin can't help but grow curious onto what the Wheeler was thinking.

"Penny for your thoughts?" the Buckley breaks the silence between her and Nancy, looking down at the shorter girl. 

The sour expression flees Nancy's face. "Excuse me?"

"I pay attention. Oddly enough." Robin explains, trying her best to get the Wheeler to open up without forcing anything. She's just now getting onto Nancy's good side, and she doesn't want to blow it. She likes having girl friends. "And every time Steve and Carla act all couply, you like, flinch or wince."

Nancy shakes her head immediately, "What? I don't—"

"Yes, you do. You look unhappy." Robin shrugs. 

"You think I'm not happy?" 

"You're happy for Carla. I'm sure you're happy for Steve." the Buckley replies. She can't talk about relationships for shit, but she's sure she can help Nancy talk about hers. "But you don't seem happy. It's like they bother you."

"I am happy for my sister." the Wheeler scoffs, almost offended. The offense doesn't last long however, as she quickly murmurs, "It's just...."

"....Just?"

 "He was supposed to be here for the break." Nancy sighs, starting to open up. Robin is quick to collect that this 'he' is Jonathan Byers. "And then he backed out at the last minute for some vague, mumbly, Jonathan reason. And, you know, to be honest, I'm not even that surprised because I've been feeling him pulling away lately, and I don't know if it's because we're two-thousand miles away or if he met someone knew or what." Her nimble hands fly around as she rambles, "And now I can't find out why because apparently he's blown up his family's house phone or something." 

Robin nods before asking, "And this relates to Carla and Steve....how?" 

"He drops her off at school. Picks her up from work. They practically live together. I mean, Steve just talked to me about how he wants kids with her." Nancy replies, lowering her voice in case her twin is trying to listen from ahead. "Their relationship seems to be thriving. I don't know why I'm surprised by that— Steve always wanted to be with Carla, even when he was with me. Really, they have no reason to not be thriving."

"So, you're jealous?"

"Not jealous." Nancy chooses her words, voice tight."Carla deserves to be happy with Steve. I'm happy she's happy. It's just kind of hard to watch them be like that when my relationship seems to be failing. I know it's just how life works, but it doesn't feel fair."

There it was. Robin nods again.

"So, yeah, if they cause a slight muscle spasm on my face that's.....probably why." 

"Seems like a perfectly reasonable reason to flinch, wince, or something." Robin replies, earning a smile from the shorter girl. 

"Oh, boom!"

The two girls look up to see Carla, Dustin, and Steve pushing through shrubbery. Standing above them is Skull Rock, dark rock looming overhead. 

Shoes crunching against matted plants and leaves, Carla trials after her boyfriend and the younger boy. She glances around the perimeter, but fails to find the ratty curls of Eddie Munson, or hear any sign of him. There's no dent in the leaves. Nothing.

"Bada bing, bada boom. There she is, Henderson—Skull Rock." Steve's ego gets the best of him as he spots the rock. He climbs through the bushes towards the structure, smug. He doesn't care about Eddie in the second, just about how he'd gotten them somewhere rather than Dustin. "In your face, man. In your stupid, cocky, little face."  

Dustin looks down at his compass, defeated. "It doesn't make sense."

"Yeah, yeah. Even with it staring you right in the face, you can't admit it. You just can't admit that you're wrong, you little butt head."

Feet thump against leaves, crunching them. Carla looks behind her to see Eddie standing behind them, hands on his hips. She blows out a breath, a small bit of relief pooling in her stomach. 

"I concur," Eddie voices, looking at the Henderson boy. Dustin's eyes widen as he sees his elder companion . "You, Dustin Henderson, are a.....total butt head."

A smile appears on the Henderson's face and he quickly approaches Eddie, wrapping his arms tightly around the older boy, relief evident. "Jesus, we thought you were a goner." 

"Yeah, me too, man. Me too." Eddie doesn't expect the embrace but pats Dustin on the back regardless, glad to see his friends after the last twenty-four hours. He pulls away, sparing a glance at Steve and Carla, who stand behind. 

The Harrington offers a tight nod—he still couldn't hide his slight jealousy over Eddie, even now—and the Wheeler shares a solemn look. 

Eddie stares at Carla, "Get me that six pack, Wheeler?"

Carla gestures to the bushes where Nancy and Robin enter the small area, and Eddie's eyes lock hungrily on the paper bag she holds in her grasp. The Munson is quick to snatch the bag and squats down on the ground, taking everything inside of it out and breaking into half of it at once. Different containers of chips, candy, and snacks alike become discarded on the matted leaves, along with cans of Coke and beer. 

As Eddie eats and drinks to his hearts delight, the group all circles around him curious to hear what had exactly happened on his end—minus Dustin, who starts pacing back and forth staring bug eyed at his compass.

"So, Eddie...." Robin drags, mentally cursing herself for being the one to ask. "What exactly happened?" 

"Uh, some of the basketball team showed up at Reefer Rick's, looking for me. I ran for the boat and got out there. Jason and Patrick swam after me. Then, uh....Patrick—he, uh, he went the same way as Chrissy." Eddie stops eating for a moment to explain what had happened the previous night, hands fiddling with a metal canister of water. "He started levitating and I fell out of the boat. When I got to the shore, I tried calling you guys, but, uh—" He pauses to take a large sip of water. "—my walkie was busted, man. Drenched. So, uh, I did the thing that I do now, apparently. I ran."

He dryly chuckles, a smile on his face as if he were proud of his actions. It doesn't quite meet his eyes.

"Do you know what time this was?" Nancy inquires. As far as they know, Patrick died last night. When the light bulbs burst, Carla had her 'vision' of sorts. "The attack?"

"Yeah, no, I...I know exactly what time it was." the Munson works to get his watch off of his wrist, the item clearly frozen in reaction to its contact with water. "My walkie wasn't the only thing that got soaked."

He chucks it at Nancy, who catches it. Doe eyes reading it over, she connects the dots. "9:27."

Robin chimes in, "Same time our flashlights went kablooey."

"Same time that I saw...." Carla trails off, further proving their point—when the flashlights started to blow, Patrick's bones broke. 

Steve brows furrow, "Which means what, exactly?"

"That surge of energy, the flashlights blowing—it was Vecna attacking Patrick." the Wheeler replies, voice firm. "Each flashlight was a different bone breaking. I....I saw it."

Robin sighs, shoving her hands in her pockets. "Well, we're one step closer. We know how Vecna attacks."

Lucas speaks up, "And where he attacks from."

"So, now we just need sneak into his lair in the Upside Down and drive a stake through his heart." Max states, rather casually.

Robin remarks, "If he even has a heart." 

"A stake?" Steve questioned, clearly not understanding. "Is he like a vamp—is he a vampire?" He stares at the group as if a giant revelation had been made. 

Carla loves Steve. She really does. But sometimes his lack of understanding makes her want to walk away for a few moments. Quietly, she denies his thought, "It's a metaphor, honey."

"A bullet should work on him, right?" Eddie suggests.

Lucas offers, "I say we chop his head off."

"Yeah, I'd say all of the above, but we can't do any of that until we find a way into the Upside Down." Nancy stops the group from getting to far into a plan, given they had no way of even getting to Vecna yet. Without any gates or Eleven, they were helpless. 

Max scoffs, arms crossed in frustration. "We need El to get her powers back."

"Everything was, like, way easier." Steve drags, before turning to the Munson boy. "We had this girl, she had superpowers—"

Carla knows her friends are right—it was easier when Eleven was here, when they had the constant reassurance and protection of her powers. But she can't help but slightly hate how they talk about El. As if she was just an object and not a teenage girl who deserved a life without being used, without powers. 

She misses El. Not even her powers. Just her. 

"Superpowers. Yeah, you mentioned her." Eddie replies, but his eyes aren't on Steve. They trail after Dustin, who's still erratically pacing back and forth like a lunatic. The Munson's brows crease in light concern, "Hey, uh, Henderson's not cursed, is he?"

"Should just be me and Max, but Vecna seems to just be striking everyone, so..." Carla crosses her arms, glancing over at Dustin. She knows he's not cursed. Doesn't know what she'd do if he was. 

Eddie turns to her, brows raised. Lowly, he whistles, "Shit, he got you too?" 

"Yeah." Carla nods stiffly, as if getting cursed wasn't her death sentence. "Kind of expected though, honestly."

"Bummer." the Munson sighs, shifting in his squatted position with a teasing smirk, "You were starting to grow on me, Wheeler."

"Hey," Steve sends the wanted boy a sharp glance, clearly unamused with what he said. Eddie raises his hands in defense, smiling at the way Carla rolls her eyes at his reply—clearly finding it funnier than her boyfriend. "Don't say it like she's dying."

 "Well, I am, technically." Carla shrugs, her tone laced with a morbid humor that only half hides her fear.

Steve's jaw tightens. "Not funny, Carla."

"Sorry." 

"Boom!"

The yell echoes through the forest, the entire group turning around to look at Dustin. The boy's eyes are erratically wide and he's holding a finger out, jabbing it in an accusatory manner at Steve with a crazily smug expression.

"Bada....bada....boom." the Henderson repeats Steve's smug remark from before, staring at the older boy who's face scrunches in total confusion. "I was right. Skull Rock was North."

"Seriously?" Steve guffaws. Could this kid's ego seriously not take damage? "You're serious?"

Dustin doesn't blink. "Mhm." 

"This is Skull Rock, okay?" the Harrington gestures to the giant formation behind them, all the evidence he needs to prove his point. Dustin smile grows bigger and bigger, as if he enjoys watching his older friend grow more and more aggravated. "You're totally, absolutely, one-hundred-percent wrong. Right now." 

"Yes," Dustin agrees with Steve before adding, "And no." 

Yeah, no, fuck kids. Steve really does not want to raise a teenager like Dustin Henderson. Fighting the urge to yell at the boy, the Harrington slams his face in his hands in disbelief. "Oh my God." 

"This worked correctly when we left the Wheelers'. It was correct when we got in the car on Kerley. But it started to slip the further East we went. Now, it's way off." Dustin explains, glancing at each of his friends to see if they're following along with his point. "When I was leading us here, I wasn't wrong." He holds up the compass. "The compass was." 

Steve doesn't buy any of his bullshit—truly, he just believes Dustin Henderson can't admit when he's wrong about anything. "So, you're using faulty equipment, dude. You're still wrong!" 

"Except, it isn't faulty." Dustin turns to the Sinclair, "Lucas, do you remember what can affect a compass?"

Realization clicks in Lucas. "An electromagnetic field." 

"Yep." 

Carla feels her face slightly fall. A compass would only change if there was a stronger magnetic field, and she doubts there's a giant magnet hanging around Hawkins. 

 An different electromagnetic field could only mean one thing.

No one else seems to get it, Steve, Robin, and Eddie specifically blinking at the Henderson like he was mad. 

"I'm sorry," Robin stares at Dustin, who stopped explaining under the impression everyone understood what he meant. "I must have skipped that class."

"A compass can't change its own polarization." Carla isn't the smartest of the group, but she understands what the Henderson is trying to say. "So if this compass is going the wrong way, it means there's a stronger magnetic field somewhere around here."

Steve loved when Carla talked smart. Somehow, she made more sense than Dustin—even if he was the smart one. 

"So, either there's some super big magnet around here, or....." the Henderson trails off, a smile on his face as he expects the group to connect the dots.

Lucas finishes, "There's a gate."

Nancy knows it makes sense, but there's still one piece of the puzzle that doesn't quite fit. "But, we're nowhere near the lab."

"But what if, somehow, there's another gate?" Dustin leaves his question in the air, letting the group think about it. Carla found it logical—they might have shut the only two gates they knew of, but Vecna was different. Maybe he could make his own gates. "A gate that we don't know about. It'd have to be smaller. Way less powerful."

Robin hums, "Snack-sized gate."

"How? Why?" Steve asks, still not quite grasping everything being thrown at him.

"No idea." the curly haired boy replies, "All I know is that something is causing this disturbance and the last time we've seen anything like it, it was a gate. And I hope it is because then we'd have a way to Vecna. And a shot at freeing Max and Carla from this curse."

He speaks as if he's absolutely confident they can kill Vecna. Carla wishes she felt the same way.

Dustin turns on his heels and starts to march away from Skull Rock.

"Where are you going?" Steve clips, like a mother questioning their child. His voice raises as he calls for the younger boy back. "Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey—Eddie's still a wanted man. We can't just go for a hike in the woods."

"This little steel capsule might be the key to saving Carla, Max, and Eddie." Dustin holds the compass up in the air for emphasis He outstretches his arms and looks at the Munson boy, who'd been oddly silent listening to the group converse. "What say you, Eddie the Banished?"

Eddie scratches the back of his neck, eyes staring at the ground in contemplation. On one hand, this group was insane for thinking they could defeat a creature like Vecna. On the other, they were the only people willing and able to free him. And a group he was starting to enjoy. 

"I say you're asking me to follow you into Mordor, which, if I'm totally straight with you, I think is a really bad idea." Eddie states, glancing up into the sky in search of an answer. "But, uh, the Shire....the Shire is burning."

Carla has no clue what Shire or Mordor is supposed to mean, but it must mean something good because Dustin starts jumping up and down in excitement like a little kid, feet thudding against the dirt. 

Eddie stands up, hands against his knees as he concludes, "So Mordor it is."

The Munson walks off in Dustin's direction, the Henderson smiling widely. Nancy gives an exasperated expression, also unsure of any of the geeky lingo that had been used, but follows regardless. Max, Robin, and Lucas don't argue, understanding or not. 

Steve leans closer to his girlfriend, "What is Mordor?"

"I'm not that smart." Carla replies with a shrug before ushering the Hellfire boy back towards Skull Rock, "Eddie, you left your shit."

The Munson scurries back to grab his walkie and water capsule, leaving the rest of his trash. 

"Get your stuff, dude." Steve huffs in annoyance, "Let's go."

The group walks away from Skull Rock. To Mordor. 

maras misc!

obx4pt2 left me so empty so im updating this to make myself feel better 😃

no seriously i hate the pates. i hate the drama is going on in that cast. i hate how unprofessional people can be. i hate how immature fans can be to cast members. i hate how only rudy seems to be getting hate when EVERYONE (yes fans too) are the problem. i hate how this show isn't about teens high on a beach in summer anymore. i hate how obx is my comfort show because i can't even try and ignore everything bc i will be coming back for s5.

i got spoiled so hard for the finale and i sobbed like a little baby. im saying this now that i will NOT be putting up with spoilers for st5. i simply won't.

it's actually so incredibly rude and insensitive to be posting edits and tiktoks without spoiler warnings mere hours after a show drops. im not trying to call anyone out and if you're doing it with a spoiler warning IN (not in the description, physically in the video) the video it's different but seriously.
i absolutely hate being spoiled and it just ruins everything. i put up with it for this but i will not be putting up with it when the finale of my favorite show drops

and to anyone who says "just don't check social media!" my friend mvybanksss literally found out from googling so it's not just social media apps it's the whole Internet where spoilers are found. i am a chronically online person and when im bored my vise is tiktok or wattpad. so...

anywho back to the actual chapter. YES steve and carla went to skull rock all the time when they were first dating.

honestly no one trust me writing right now because i am about to hurt my obx oc SO bad in s4-s5 and carla is my literal punching bag so i shouldn't be trusted around her tbh
(if you don't read my obx book please do i crave comments)

anywho!!!! im grieving obx4pt2 (notice how i stated no spoilers as to what happened so easily???) so yeah

hope you enjoyed <3 see you back chapter 13!!