Sequel of 𝘚𝘌𝘝𝘌𝘕 𝘈𝘛 𝘖𝘕𝘊𝘌 𝘈𝘙𝘌 𝘠𝘖𝘜 𝘊𝘙𝘈𝘡𝘠!

The scent of pine and damp earth clung to the air as I sat by the crackling fire, nestled deep within the old, secluded cabin. Three years had passed since the Grabber's reign of terror, and this dilapidated hideaway, once a forgotten relic, had become our sanctuary – a 'clubhouse' forged from shared history and unspoken fears.

Vance, always the instigator, sat opposite me, his silhouette dancing in the firelight. Robin was to my right, a quiet anchor amidst the chaos. Billy, my anchor, my steady beat, was on my left, his presence a comforting hum. Around us, Finney, Bruce, Griffin, Gwen, and Donna completed our circle, a patchwork family bound by scars and laughter.

"So, since we're all here because Vance decided to drag us to this abandoned cabin," Griffin's voice cut through the comfortable quiet, laced with an exaggerated sigh, "I think Vance should sleep in the room that's filled with paintings!" His tone was sharper than usual, a playful jab. Vance, predictably, bristled. "Ouch, what the fuck did I do to you?"

I stifled a laugh, leaning into Billy. "Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?" I teased, a familiar rhythm of banter already establishing itself. This was our normal, our fragile peace.