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Assistant: Title: some kind of haunted
        Author: lavheart lavheart 
        Chapter: 4/13 
        Summary: That is to say, he knows her. He knows when something is wrong.And right now, Steve can tell that something is bothering Robin.OR,Something isn’t right with Robin.
        Contents: Chapter 4: the voices that implore, ‘you should be doing more’
    

    

        
          
          
            And what did he do at twelve?He got off his ass and he did everything he could to get Will back.And today, at sixteen, that’s exactly what Mike Wheeler is going to do.
          
        

      
        
          hihi!!!!Okay so when I decided on updating every Friday, I didn’t account for the TORTURE that comes with waiting a whole week to upload a new chapter. Unfortunately, I am locked in on this schedule, so.Hope you guys enjoy the chapter, because I know I did!
            
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  It has officially been one week, and still nobody has seen Robin.
Mike is, admittedly, very concerned.He knows that, from an outside view, he and Robin really didn’t seem like friends. He didn’t really get to spend a lot of one-on-one time with her before that fateful spring break, but they started hanging out after everything went down.
  He thinks that she’s really cool. She has better taste in movies than Steve, that’s for sure.

  But he does generally have a good time when the two of them are patrolling together, or when Robin complains about Family Video not even closing for the apocalypse and he laughs at her. He has a good time when he shows up at her job to invite her over for dinner, as per his mother’s request, and he gets to make it obvious that Steve isn’t invited.
Well, he  did.  Before she literally went missing.
  It’s… really nerve-wracking, if he’s completely honest. Because he’s been through this before.

  In his mind, he’s already envisioning the past few years all over again. Except, this time, it’s Robin instead of Will. It’s Robin that they find in the Upside Down. It’s Robin that gets possessed. It’s Robin that has to suffer through the trauma for the rest of her life.

  And it doesn’t violently shatter his heart into pieces the way that Will’s disappearance and possession did, but it still isn’t great.

  He knows that Nancy is hurting, too, with everything that’s going on. He knows that she’s thinking of Barb; he tries to pretend he doesn’t, but he can see it in her eyes.

  Maybe they’re more similar than he thought.

  Tonight, Mike finds himself lying awake after a particularly messy search party. Really, he doesn’t know whose idea it was to pair up Hopper, whose main concern is making sure threats are dealt with, and Steve, who seems to be slowly losing his mind without Robin.
And  Mike  had to be the one to break their arguments up.
  (If he’s honest, he didn’t do it for most of the night. He watched with concern as Steve started yelling at Hopper, sure, but those are two adult men. He wasn’t planning on getting in between them if it got physical.)
He flips over beneath his covers, restlessness creeping up like a spider. He doesn’t want to be sitting here, doing  nothing.  He wants to  help.  He wants to go back out there and find her.
  He wants to go out and do something useful.

  But, he realizes, very suddenly, that there is absolutely nothing stopping him.

  Nancy is asleep. His parents would believe him if he told them that he was going to Will’s for a last-minute sleepover. Holly is… well. Holly is seven years old. He could do it.

  He doesn’t want to sit around and wait for someone else to find Robin.

  He feels like he’s twelve years old again, walking through the forest on a rainy night with two of his closest friends, searching dutifully for the missing piece of their tight-knit group.

  And what did he do at twelve?

  He got off his ass and he did everything he could to get Will back.
And today, at sixteen, that’s exactly what Mike Wheeler is going to do. 
  -
 
  The forest isn’t any less terrifying at night if he brings a flashlight, Mike discovers.

  Actually, the flashlight is kind of making it worse. He can shine it on one spot, but that leaves darkness coating every corner that it isn’t pointed towards. And that leaves him with more blind spots than he can count.

  He just about jumps out of his skin when the bushes rustle suddenly.

  In an instant, he’s holding the flashlight in front of him like a weapon. His heart pounds, breathing unnatural and irregular as he eyes the bush warily.

  Something is in there.
Is this how Robin felt? He thinks he understands, now. He would be afraid, too. He  is  afraid.
  Mike creeps towards the bush, cautious in his steps, shining the light on it, expecting to have a demo-something jump out at him.
What he  isn’t  expecting is for another light to shine directly in his eyes.
  He stumbles back, hissing through his teeth in pain. Blinking the spots from his eyes, he turns back to the bush, now thoroughly confused.

  And someone walks out from them.
Now, Mike can’t see very well, considering the fact that someone clearly just attempted to blind him. But he’s pretty sure that he recognizes the person that walks out anyways.
  “Max?” His voice is cautious, wary, careful.
There’s a beat of silence, and then—
  “Mike? What the hell are you doing out here?”

  Yeah, definitely Max.
He blinks aggressively, trying to clear his vision. “I could ask you the same thing,” he whisper-shouts. He  could  shout at her regularly, but they’re close to Steve’s house and he doesn’t want to risk somehow waking him up. It isn’t likely, but this past week, he’s learned to stop doubting how insane Steve can really be, at times. Knowing him, he probably isn’t even asleep.
  “I’m looking for Robin,” Max begrudgingly explains. “I would hope that you’re doing the same thing.”
Mike nods. “Yeah. I couldn’t just sit around and do   nothing.”Silence fills the space, awkward and maybe more than a little tense. But, then again, everyone and everything is tense right now. The whole group has been tense for the past week.
  “Well,” Max starts, finally, after letting the quiet stretch for far too long, in Mike’s honest opinion, “we’d better get going, then.”
 
  -
 
  Mike eyes the gate to the Upside Down, narrowing his eyes. “Remind me why I agreed to this, again?”
“Hey, no, you snuck out on your own. Don’t blame me,” Max quips, hitting his shoulder. It’s not  gentle,  exactly, but she’s definitely holding back some strength.Mike makes a mental note to get her to genuinely fight someone in the future, just so that he can see what it looks like when she  isn’t  holding back.Well, technically, he  has  seen it before, back when she threatened Billy in front of the whole group. But that was three years ago. He’s sure she’s stronger now. Honestly, he’s only considering this for curiosity’s sake, and maybe for the future.
  Whatever. Not the point.

  (Although… maybe, if they get really unlucky tonight, he’ll see it again. If they get attacked by any Upside Down creatures, that is.)

  Still bitter about their last trip here, Mike shoves Max to the side and darts through the gate before she can. She gives an outraged shout and follows, but settles for glaring at him instead of starting a fight.

  Mike turns, only to see many, many bats.
“Sh@t,” he hisses, “I didn’t bring a weapon.”
  Instead of responding, Max pulls out Steve’s spiked baseball bat.

  Because that’s just something she’s had on her this whole time, apparently.
He gives her an incredulous look, blinking rapidly. “You just— you just  have  that?”
  Max shrugs. “I came prepared,” she says, instead of explaining how the hell she got Steve to let her take it. Or how she’s been hiding it the whole way here.

  Actually, maybe she wasn’t hiding it. Maybe Mike just wasn’t paying attention. Not that he’ll say that.

  None of the bats have noticed them, thankfully, so instead of encouraging Max, Mike grabs her arm and starts to creep away into the darkness.
She follows without argument, likely also realizing that this is the smartest move. It’ll be better if they  don’t  get hurt tonight.
  They walk in silence for a while, less cautiously once they get away from the bats. Mike kicks a few stray stones as though he’s playing soccer, while Max is doing practice swings with the spiked bat in front of him.
He’s kind of thankful to be behind her, for once. He would  not  be happy if she accidentally swung that thing at his back.
  She turns abruptly, the bat just inches away from his face when he halts with a yelp. He’s expecting some sort of remark about improving his reflexes, but is instead met with an amused smirk. She spins back around without a word, swinging the bat aggressively.
He tilts his head. “So, like… does Steve  know  that you have his main weapon?”Max shrugs. “Don’t know, don’t care. He can lecture me all he wants, but I  know  he’s leaving at night, too. I just have to catch him, and then I’ll be free to go whenever.”“That’s what  you  think,” Mike mutters. “He’s, like, weirdly hypocritical about that. Like, if we go by Steve’s logic,  he  can throw himself into danger, but  we  can’t.
  He pauses for a moment before he speaks again. “How’d you get the bat, anyways? Doesn’t he keep it in his bedroom?” Mike knows from experience that he does, but it doesn’t hurt to ask.

  “I was spending the night at his house,” Max tells him over her shoulder, shrugging as if that’s just a thing that happens.

  Maybe it is. He has no clue.

  Actually, he doesn’t doubt that. There have been more than a few nights where Nancy has driven Mike to Steve’s, to pick him up for a patrol, only to see Max in his house. And there have been the countless days of Dustin and Lucas complaining that they tried to call Max the night prior, but she hadn’t answered.

  Yeah, okay, it probably is just something that casually happens. Mike might just be an idiot.

  Correction; Mike probably is an idiot.

  (God, he sounds like Max now. But he kind of believes her, considering all the times he’s argued with Will over stupid things and made him feel like sh@t. He still shudders when he thinks about what he said during their argument in his garage, back in ‘85.)

  “Mike,” Max starts abruptly, sounding much less casual now, “do you think we’ll find her?”

  Mike pauses. So does Max.
Here’s the thing; Mike has been wondering the same thing for the past week. So, logically, he  should  give her a genuine answer and sit through whatever serious conversation will follow.But, at the same time, he’s  Mike Wheeler,  and she’s  Max Mayfield.  The two of them have only really worked together without bickering when they had actual confirmation that, not only were they dealing with a new Upside Down issue, but it could end the world.
  And, even then, they were back to bickering right after the sauna test, even though they had just confirmed that Billy had been flayed.

  So, in summary, they generally don’t do vulnerability. Which is why Mike does nothing more than sucking in a breath and tilting his head back before he responds.

  “I hope so,” he tells her honestly, although he keeps his tone light.
Max turns back to look at him. “I know everyone has their theories already, but… but what do  you  think happened to her?”
  It takes him a moment to come up with his answer to that, honestly.
He would  like  to believe that she’s perfectly fine. He’d like to believe that she’s off seeing the world; learning all those languages had to have been for something, right?
  But, deep down, Mike knows in his gut that Nancy’s theory makes the most sense. Why else would she run? Why would she tell them to warn Will if she was just leaving?
So, he shrugs. “I’d like to think that she just… finally got out of Hawkins,” he starts, sighing quietly. “But Nancy isn’t wrong. The notes feel too… I don’t know. They feel too  frantic  for this to be her exploring the world.”
  “I hope she’s happy, wherever she is,” Max responds, in a voice far too small and far too raw for comfort. “Or, at the very least, I hope she’s safe.”

  He doesn’t know why he decides to commit to his next action. Maybe it’s the chill in the air, or the dread creeping up his spine. Maybe it’s the fact that one of their friends is missing. Maybe it’s the feeling of danger in the pit of Mike’s stomach.

  But, whatever the reason, he steps up beside Max and wraps her in an awkward half-hug.
They don’t  do  this. It feels wrong, fundamentally, for Mike Wheeler and Max Mayfield to be sort-of hugging in the Upside Down.But, at the same time, a lot of things are wrong with Hawkins, and a lot of things are wrong with them. So what’s one more?
  And, besides, the half-hug turns out to be beneficial to them, after all. Something catches Mike’s eye while he’s debating what to say, something small and white that looks like it shouldn’t be there.

  And not too far from it, something that looks similar but larger. If he squints, they almost look like paper.

   Paper. 

  Without warning, he pulls away from Max and crouches down. He gathers the objects in his hands, and, sure enough, it’s two slips of paper.

  Rising to his feet, he hands the smaller one to Max without a word. He unfolds the larger one, anticipation bubbling in his chest as he recognizes Robin’s handwriting.
 
  DAYS SINCE  ▇▇▇:  2

   It happened again. 

   I couldn’t even finish writing the last page. I blacked out again before I could finish my entry, and I don’t know what I wanted to say. I also don’t know where the page went, seeing as it’s gone now and it was very clearly ripped out of this book. 

   What I know, however, is that whatever is happening to me, it’s Upside Down-related. It just has to be. There isn’t anything else that could be going on. 

   Figuring out how this started is still a work in progress. I think the weird feelings started sometime within the last few weeks, but it’s hard to remember. That’s concerning, too. 

   I don’t know how to explain the feeling of blacking out like this. It’s like, I’m there one moment, and the next I’m just not. And then I sort of wake up in random places, like the lab yesterday and the Creel house today. 

   I think it’s about to happen again. It’s like I can feel it. I’m going to stop writing now, so I don’t end up with ink on my cheek like last time. 
 Okay. Very confusing.
  The first thing that catches his eye is the scribbles at the top, covering up a word that seems like it might be pretty important.
Two days since   what?Along with that, the first sentence causes a furrow in his brows as he reads and rereads it.   It happened again.What  happened again?
  She mentions losing consciousness multiple times throughout the page, as if it’s a regular occurrence now. Is it? Has she started passing out more often?
He still remembers when she collapsed to the ground in front of the whole group. She’d been fine afterwards — well, about as  fine  as she had been for the weeks leading up to her disappearance, which, in all honesty, didn’t seem very fine at all — but it had still been concerning.
  Maybe it’s still happening.
He flicks his eyes across it once more. I   couldn’t even finish writing the last page.  
  This isn’t the only entry, is it? She wouldn’t write that unless there was at least one more.

  The paper is snatched from his hands suddenly, replaced with the smaller one. When he looks up, an outraged yelp already on his tongue, he’s met with Max’s serious expression.

  “Read that,” she orders, lowering her head to read the journal page she took from him.
He glances down, and finds that what he’s been handed is another note. Like the one sent to Nancy, or the one left for both Steve  and  Nancy. 
   Dustin, 
 
   You were always one of the smartest people in the group, weren’t you? That’s how you got so close to finding me yesterday. 
 
   I’m sorry, but I can’t let you. I can’t go back, not now. I wrote part of this in my note to Nancy, but you have to warn Will and Max. Vecna is back, and he won’t be going away anytime soon. 
 
   Watch your backs, and look out for each other. And please, for my sake, make sure Steve doesn’t die looking for me. Thanks. 
 
  If Mike was confused before, he’s… actually, he’s not that much more confused now. It’s kind of around the same level.

  “Dustin almost found her?” He looks up at Max. “Wait, when was this written?”
Max glares at him. “In case you haven’t noticed,  Mike,  I’m not Robin. I don’t know when she wrote that.” She gestures wildly to the note, eyes wide. “And I think you’re missing a part of it! She’s still saying to warn Will, and now me, too!”
  He looks down to read over it again, but the shriek of a nearby demo-bat grabs his attention. He turns to where he heard it, eyes landing on two bats right in front of them.
There’s a moment of stillness, and then Max is rushing towards them, spiked baseball bat clutched firmly between her hands. The bats squeal as she swings at them, and Mike winces in solidarity. Not that he feels bad for them, of course, but he can’t imagine how that must feel.
  She manages to pin one to the ground beneath one of the nails, the bat screeching as the metal slices through its body. Max lifts the baseball bat again, swinging it towards the second one and knocking it towards Mike.

  Without missing a beat, Mike stomps on it. And then stomps on it again, and again, and again.

  Max grabs his arm and all but drags him away. After a few steps, he manages to shake from her grip and takes off running after her.

  More of the bats take notice of them as they dash through the Upside Down. It becomes somewhat of a chase, with Mike and Max carrying two notes and Steve’s favourite weapon.

  Mike ducks at just the right moment as a bat swoops towards his head. With no hesitation, he shoves Max’s head down so that it doesn’t go for her instead.

  “Go, go, go!” Max’s voice is hoarse as she yells, the two twisting and turning and zigzagging in an attempt to either confuse or lose the bats.

  Unfortunately for them, it doesn’t seem to be working.
Fortunately  for them, the gate is within reach.Mike dives through it pretty much the moment he gets the chance, hitting the forest floor with a solid  thud  and rolling onto his back. Max follows soon after, although she doesn’t fall as hard as him.
  He sits up, coughing and groaning. Max rises to her feet, her chest heaving. The run clearly took a toll on both of them.

  Mike winces as he presses on a part of his arm where he fell particularly hard, inhaling sharply through his teeth.
“Remind me to never go into the Upside Down alone with you again,” he groans.
  Max just sighs.
 
  -
 
  Just miles away from the two younger teenagers, deep in the woods of Hawkins, Robin sits alone.

  She’s curled up on a rock, absentmindedly carving little doodles into the dirt with a stick. There isn’t much else to do, really.

   Robin? 
She was never big on camping as a kid; she went exactly once, with her parents, and she remembers that she hated it, even back then. The bugs, the dangerous animals of the forest, the darkness.And, of course, there had been the  incident  she’d witnessed at a summer camp in ‘78 — she’d lied about many things at Pennhurst, but being at summer camp in that year wasn’t one of them — but she doesn’t like to think about that.
  She’s pretty sure that camping is where the fear of rabies originated, too.

   Robin. 

  But for the past week, not only has she been camping out wherever she finds solitude, but she has also been actively hiding from her friends. So, she’s getting used to the woods, slowly.
The forest still isn’t  inviting,  exactly, but it terrifies her a little less now.
  And she’s starting to find things about it that are nice. The birds in the morning, the welcoming chirruping and warbling that she’s grown used to. The pattering of rain against the trees, or the crinkling of dead leaves knocking gently against the stumps.
It’s almost   nice.
   Robin. 
And she still misses her friends, of course. She doesn’t think that will ever go away. She doesn’t think that she’ll ever stop waking up in the morning and instinctively looking towards where Steve’s bedroom door would be. She doesn’t think that she’ll ever stop turning to her side after something particularly ridiculous happens, only to remember that there’s no one for her to laugh about it with.
  But it’s okay. It’s going to be okay.
The forest’s noises are usually enough to distract her from things like her missing journal pages, things like the repetitive and echoing call of her name from a soft, familiar voice, things like the fact that she can’t go home, things like—
  Wait.
What?  She doesn’t usually hear anyone calling her name, not unless someone is searching for her. And it only ever echoes when Vecna is speaking to her.
  Ugh. Is he trying to ‘corrupt’ her again? She swears, she’s going to walk back into the Upside Down and burn him alive herself if he doesn’t leave her alone. Really, it’s getting repetitive, and it is so f@ck@ng annoying. She’s just about at her limit with him.

   … Robin? 
Okay, no, not Vecna. But she  knows  that voice.
  Robin lifts her head, drawings in the dirt forgotten in an instant. She stands, leaving the stick behind, and looks around as though someone will magically appear. “El?”

   Robin! Hi. I was starting to think that you could not hear me. 
“No, I— I can hear you,” she replies cautiously, quietly, just in case someone is nearby. She doesn’t want to be found at all, but it’ll be extra embarrassing if someone  does  find her and thinks she’s talking to herself.
   Good. Where are you? 

  She sighs. “Can’t tell you that, kid,” she replies apologetically, lowering her head. “I’d come home if I could, but I can’t.”

  El is silent for a long moment, long enough that Robin starts to think that she’s gone.

   Are you stuck? 

  Not gone, then.

  She takes her time choosing her words. “Not stuck, I just… I can’t come home.”

   Why not? 

  God, the poor kid sounds so disappointed. Robin wonders who asked her to do this.

  She wishes she could tell her everything. She really, really does, but she can’t.

  She doesn’t know for sure how often Vecna is in her mind. He could be listening in at this very moment, for all she knows. But, on the off chance that he isn’t, she doesn’t want to mention him.

  Maybe it’s irrational, but she has this twinge of fear that if she says his name, if she honestly tells someone about what’s going on, he’ll start to listen in. And he’ll find out that El is looking for her, and, well.

  Robin doesn’t know for sure, but she gets the feeling that she might be bait for El if he finds out.
“I’m sorry. I just can’t,” she mutters, shaking her head. “I swear, as soon as this is all over, I’ll be home in an  instant.  I’ll make up for being gone, I promise. But, please, you have to listen to me; Hawkins isn’t—”
  Agony explodes within her chest.

  Robin’s words break off into a pained scream as she crumples to the ground. She must have been stabbed somehow, or her chest is caving in, or— or something invisible has taken a deadly blow against her. She can’t think of another explanation.

  But she lifts a hand to the point of injury and finds no blood. Her chest feels fine from the outside.

  It’s not an injury at all.
But it hurts so much that she can’t think straight, and it’s getting hard to breathe, and her leg is starting to hurt, too. And she feels something grab onto her hand, but there’s nothing there—
   Robin! Are you okay? 
She’s not. Not at   all.Her body feels like it’s in flames. She opens her mouth to respond, but all that comes out is a shuddering, agonized gasp. She can’t even  speak.  She can hardly breathe.
   Robin! 

  The pain clouds over her thoughts, instinct taking over. She claws at her arms, eyes squeezed shut so tight that she feels tears pr@ck in the corners.

  She feels like she’s back on patrol with Nancy, months and months ago. She’d been hurt then, and she’s hurt now. Once from a swarm of demo-bats that neither of them had been prepared for, and once from absolutely nothing. She remembers the wounds on her body from that night, remembers Nancy protecting her.
She remembers   Nancy.
  It’s only natural to fall back into old habits, and so it’s only natural for her to wish for Nancy to come and save her.
“Nancy!” Robin cries out, voice breaking over the name. With desperation, pain, or sorrow, she’s not sure. “Nance—  f@ck—  Nancy!”
  Her head feels like it’s spinning. The last time this happened, Nancy had swooped in to save the day, to protect her.

  But Nancy isn’t here now, and Nancy can’t save her.

  Robin curls up, letting the pain wash over her even as El shouts her name repeatedly. A choked gasp comes out as a sob, a quiet cry coming as a scream.

  She lies on the ground, and she quivers, and she cries, and she wonders if the pain is worse than the torment of the knowledge that she can’t go home.

  
  

    
      
        
        
          Uh oh she’s hurttttt D: wonder if this could POSSIBLE have anything at all to do with a hive mind… hmmmm…Also I’m just saying now that the *incident* at Robin’s summer camp in 1978 was literally just the events of Fear Street Part 2. My only explanation is that this fic was being written around Halloween, which was when I did a rewatch of the Fear Street trilogy and started genuinely tweaking, and eventually decided that, sure, Robin can have a little extra trauma as a treat. This doesn’t have any significant plot relevance except for one conversation in chapter six, but it’s a fun behind-the-scenes writing thing anyways :)See you all next Friday for ch5!'
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