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𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐀𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 unfurling beneath the earth like a snake. Its long vines shifting and slithering over the messy ground, seeking out a warm body to wrap its tentacles around, to strangle and drag you about like you never even mattered.

It had spoke to her in a nightmare nearly forgotten. It had told her that she belonged here, in this underworld. She'd been captive to its realm since death got her first glimpse upon the girl but she refused to believe it.

She'd seen what the monster did to people. She saw what it did to her, the girl with the pretty smile and strawberry pink lipstick who's favorite color was a soft blue. Jean had seen it and now the motherfucker wanted to keep her too? All because she was a little too nosy and a little too unpredictable when it came to rushing into the deep after the friends she thought (no, wished) she'd never have to see again after this awful night because they always somehow brought trouble and the end of the world?

Yeah, no, fat chance. 

But still, the monster persisted. She could hear its creations howling and clawing. She could smell the stench of rot so thick it burned at her nose and watered her eyes. Yet, none of that mattered because there was a boy she needed to protect. There was a girl she needed to keep alive back in the real world that had less smoking hellfire ash and more cigarettes with the ash she liked best.

Clinging to her bat adorned with sharp nails like something she'd see out of a comic book and hoped that one day she would (if she lived long enough), she prepared to swing because there was no way in hell she was going to let Steve fucking Harrington become the hero again.

His ego would simply grow too big if she allowed that and what she was preparing to do was for the greater good for their world and for her own sanity. Besides, she was tired of running from what she feared. She was tired of not doing the right thing. 

But, most of all, she was tired of succumbing to her fears. 

Jean Scott was going to look them dead in the eyes and make them wish they had never dared come face to face with her. She was going to make them pay with every last fiber in her body not choking down polluted ash and grungy rot.  

Besides, she had a concert to make in a week and she was not going to let herself fall victim to Vecna and his cursed face when she had a date. Metallica was coming to a city near them and god was she going to curse them for giving the biggest and baddest monster she'd ever fought a theme song greater than her own.

She slammed her bat against one of the flying creatures, sending it careening off towards the trees. 

Yeah, she thought to herself, somehow Sweet Dreams couldn't compare to Master of Puppets. Not when her nightmares were so clearly real. 

Yeah, looked like she'd have to figure out a new song to slay demons to once the demons stopping trying to peck her eyes out and flay her flesh. 

Once she finally got a happily ever after, which she had a feeling it would be coming soon. Her guess would finally be right, she could feel it even as the swarms of monsters came bursting down from the red radiated sky.

(but if only she knew how wrong she truly was)

AUTHOR'S NOTE━━ignore how bad this is.....yikes. i'll probably rewrite it soon so def expect that to happen before chapter one comes out (if i dont rewrite it just assume ive gone insane bc this is NOT it)

pls give this some love even tho its not my ideal chap!!! <33