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Chrissy was used to nightmares. She had them just as much as the next girl. Well… maybe more often considering how it was a weekly problem. But her nightmares had always been predictable. Her mom screaming at her and calling her ugly in front of the whole school, everyone somehow finding out she that she might, maybe, (definitely), was gay, or the classic of going to class naked on accident. Though the last one usually had the little spin of Jason vomiting at the sight of her nude. A fact that she actually missed, considering how lately Robin had replaced him in her subconscious as the disgusted party.

The point was, they were normal and often. But they were never like this. Because for the past few days she had been plagued with horrifying dreams, like nothing she’d ever experienced before. There was this thing that kept following her in them, calling to her, chasing her. It knew things about her that no one else did, which should have made sense. It was her own mind after all. But… something felt wrong. It wasn’t like she was digging up her own personal demons, it felt like her brain was being invaded by pure malice, like something desperately wanted her dead.

It made no sense. The thing had a voice, one that she didn’t recognize despite how surreally present it felt. Almost… like she could hear it even when she wasn’t sleeping. A symptom of her lack of sleep she was sure, that had her way too freaked out. She was definitely being over dramatic about the whole thing. They were just dreams, they would pass eventually. So she kept them to herself, deciding that there was no reason in worrying anyone over her stupid brain. She would fly under the radar until the weirdness passed and then everything would be back to normal again. The only problem was that certain people were making it very hard to fly under the radar.

That was one issue about keeping her newer friends, they cared way too much. Eddie kept shooting her worried looks, Nancy was being extra attentive to her in their shared classes, and Steve had already sent her home with three different kinds of baked goods in the past five days. They knew something was wrong, but at least they bought her excuse. She blamed all their worries on her mom. All of the pressure she was putting on her for the big game. Which might as well have been true. She probably was the root cause to all of her nightmares anyway.

Everyone took it at face value. Everyone but Robin. Because of course, it would be Robin. Robin knew there was something more going on, if her constant hovering was anything to go by. She was extra attentive lately, doing the silliest little things. Like calling her thirty minutes after seeing each other, just to check in. Or carrying her books down the hallway for her with the prettiest smile, always saying something about how it was a band nerd’s duty to take care of the head cheerleader. It was so stupid and Chrissy always tried to half heartedly fight her on it, even though she always lost. And Chrissy… hated how much she loved that.

It didn’t help that Jason was starting to get weird about the whole thing. Always making joking reminders that he was her boyfriend. Not that Chrissy cared. She wished she did, but… she really had to break up with him soon. It would make the Robin fantasies easier to handle. Then at least she’d only have to feel guilty to one person. She just had to wait until the game was over, and then she’d do it. But for now she had bigger problems.

Because the dreams weren’t passing. If anything they were getting worse, she was getting worse. She was dead tired all the time, sleep or no sleep. It was bad enough that she just decided to stop trying by the third day. It wasn’t safe. Even a half hour nap was enough space for the nightmares to come crawling back. They were starting to mess with her, bad. Bad enough for it to get harder and harder to hide it. Bad enough for her to actually hallucinate.

Or at least, that’s what she thought was happening. There was no other explanation than her going insane from sleep deprivation. She just… hadn’t expected it to get so life like. And she knew no one else was seeing what she was. She couldn’t tell anyone, not unless she wanted to be put into a mental institution. Even Robin would think she was crazy for this.

Probably.

Maybe.

Or maybe not. Robin was far from the type to judge. She was tempted. But… no. Especially not after what happened in the bathroom.

One minute she was throwing up in the toilet and the next her mom was there. Calling her, taunting her. But it wasn’t her. She couldn’t make the walls shake. She couldn’t make Chrissy see that thing. She had ran the second things had calmed down. It was too real, way, way too real. It was getting harder to justify what was happening. How could it all be in her head?

But then again, how could it not be?

All Chrissy knew was that she needed sleep. Uninterrupted, demon less sleep. Then she would be fine. That was it. If she had to force it then fine. She couldn’t go on like this for another night. Chrissy wasn’t exactly a big fan of doing drugs, but she was still friends with a drug dealer. It seemed to be her best bet.

And Eddie had been nice about it when she went to see him. Of course he had. He was always so sweet to her, despite the fact that she didn’t deserve it. She didn’t even have the courage to admit that they were friends in public while he was fully ready to give her free ketamine. Ride included.

But despite the guilt, she still took him up on it. If it could tranquilize a horse, than it would definitely work for her. Then this nightmare would finally be over. The hope was enough to get her through the rest of the night, despite the fact that she was dancing on dead feet. But they won thank god, that meant that Jason would be too busy celebrating to pay her any attention. She slipped away with ease, too exhausted to notice any sharp eyes following her to Eddie’s van.

She just needed this to be over.

Eddie was the perfect gentlemen when they got inside the trailer. He even offered to put some music on, an obvious attempt to calm her down. Just one more sign that her perfect mask had long since slipped. She was too busy jumping at shadows to pretend otherwise. She stayed in the living room as he dug around for it, hugging herself as she waited.

The music was at least helping. Her grandma used to love Karen Carpenter. She closed her eyes, gently humming it to herself as she waited. Then, she felt an ice-cold draft, which was odd. She knew he had closed the door behind them. She opened her eyes, fully expected to see the Munson door hanging open.

But she wasn’t in the trailer. She was… home. Chrissy whipped around, nearly stumbling as she looked at her living room. How-what? She could barely even comprehend what was happening before the lights started to flicker, the stairs creaking.

“Chrissy.”

It was him. That horrible, horrible voice. But now it was closer than ever, coupled by heavy foot steps on straining woods. But this wasn’t right. She wasn’t asleep. It was like the damn bathroom all over again but worse. How did she get here? Where was Eddie? Where were her parents? Her brother?

“Chrissy.”

That sound felt invasive, like it was slicing right through her. Invisible fingers prodding in her brain, bizarre and painful. And it was only getting closer.

She had no idea what was happening, who he was or what he wanted.

She just knew she had to run.

She sprinted in a random direction, anywhere to get away from that voice. But things kept changing. Her windows weren’t her windows, all of them boarded up. There were no working doors, there was nothing. Only the sound of that thing slowly coming towards her. And… singing. A soft voice coming from a direction she couldn’t name.

It was almost like it was coming from everywhere, but it was so small in comparison to it. The thing that was rounding the corner, disgusting and vaguely human shaped. A thing made of pure malice, staring her down as she cried for help, banging on the boarded up windows. But no one was coming, no one could hear her.

She turned, just to find herself nearly face to face with it, a gnarled, burned monster.

She was going to die here. She didn’t know how she knew but the second it touched her she would be gone.

It was talking as it reached for her, words that Chrissy couldn’t hear, she was too terrified to retain any monologues. She was too busy having her life flash before her eyes, the sickening realization hitting that she was never going to see anyone she loved again.

Then… she heard it again. The singing. It was clearer now, louder despite the fact that her mind was so loud. But she knew she heard it, somewhere here. She had nowhere to go, she knew that. She had already tried and trying again would just lead to this again, delayed by mere moments.

But then she heard him, the sound of Eddie’s voice screaming, “Chrissy! Wake up! I don’t like this! What the fuck!”

It was enough to have her moving, her body acting before her mind could catch up. She ducked right out of his slow, methodic reach, diving between the creatures legs before bolting.

The entire house was different now, derelict and devoid of anything that used to make it hers. She was somewhere else again, but that didn’t stop her from running up the stairs, desperately trying to follow those voices.

She could hear it coming after her, more hurried than the slow walk from before. She didn’t look back, she just burst into the first door she could find, her heart in her throat as she looked around. She didn’t have to look far. There on the far wall was… her. She could see herself floating in the air, Eddie screaming below her. It didn’t make sense but she wasn’t going to question it.

Not when she felt the air go cold behind her, that voice growling, “Come back.”

She didn’t. She sprinted forward, running right into the image of herself. Then everything changed, within a split second. Suddenly she was falling, landing right on top of a still screaming Eddie.

She scrambled back, breathing heard as she frantically looked around. She was back, it was gone, but not for good. All she could do then was burst into tears.

from the next chapter of this fic

#steddie #chrissy cunningham #buckingham #eddie munson #steddie fic #chrissy lives #steve harrington #the universe trapped in your skin #it's been months since i updated this story #mostly because season 4 is very messy and hard to wrap my head around in the way I want to do it #but im finally writing it again #more than i have in months #no idea when it will update but hey things are happening!

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