Episode Eight: FINALE PART

                                    

                                          

The trio fights a demodog, new friendships are formed. 
I LOVED writing this part I am sad to see season one end but excited to rewrite season two that will be up at the end of next week depends on how crazy work is for me i try to write on my days off, so my moosy moots enjoy the last chapter!! much love and kisses see you in the upside down! <3 <3 <3 <3 happy halloween eve!!! 
Nancy and Jonathan decide to cut the palm of their hands, but you respectfully would rather die than have a matching scar with them. The idea makes you so uncomfortable you visibly cringe when Jonathan tells you the idea. "Yeah, no thanks. I think I'll find somewhere else to cut." 
He looks hurt by what you've said but doesn't voice it. Instead, the three of you stand in the living room in a triangle facing each other and he begins reciting the plan. "Remember..."
Nancy goes first. "Straight into Will's room and–" 
"Don't step on the trap." You finish.
Jonathan nods. "And then?"
"Wait for the yo-yo to move." The girl says. 
"Then..." Jonathan flicks the lighter on.
You whistle low. "Let there be light..." 
"Right. Light." The boy nods again. "Alright, we ready?"
"Ready."
"Scar time." 
Jonathan and Nancy bring their hands up and place their knives flat against their palms. You roll up your sleeve and place your own knife against the upper part of your arm, just below your shoulder, and take a deep breath. 
"On three," Jonathan says. He begins counting and you all can't seem to stop shaking. He senses your unease and looks up at you and Nancy. "You guys don't have to do this."
Nancy glares at him, her own voice shaky. "Jonathan, stop talking."
You nod. "Yeah, what she said."
Jonathan tries to argue, but Nancy squeezes her eyes shut and yells, "Three!"
You close your own eyes and slice at your arm, the pain immediate. You gasp out, never having been good with pain, but you know you have to do this for Will. The blood trails down your arm, dripping from your elbow onto the ground, and you watch as blood from Jonathan's and Nancy's own cuts falls onto the ground too. 
Well, at least it'll be an easy scar to hide compared to theirs. 
"Fuck, that stings." You say to break the silence, and Nancy nods her head in agreement. 
"Not the most pleasant feeling." 
Jonathan guides the two of you over to the couch and grabs the first aid kit that you had prepared on the coffee table. He sits in the middle, leaving room for both you and Nancy on each side of him, but you're still pissed at him and opt to sit on the floor in front of the couch.
Nancy begins to patch up his wound, and it takes everything within you not to reach over and help him yourself. It feels unnatural to watch someone else taking care of him, but the space between you still feels too vast to cross. 
You patch up your own cut while the two of them talk quietly. You wind a bandage tight around your arm, ensuring you won't bleed through, and Jonathan watches above you with guilt in his eyes. Nancy is trying to reassure him that everything will be okay, but as he watches you struggle to tie the bandage he wonders if he's fucked up more than just your friendship.
"Stacey, let me help with that." He leans down and ties your bandage before you can stop him. 
You glare at him, still having not said anything to Jonathan besides what was needed for preparation. Nancy distracts herself by cleaning up around his cut and your stomach twists into knots. This is all so miserable.