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Intro. carrying the acrid scent of decay and something far, far worse – the metallic tang of the Upside Down. For weeks, you've been alone, haunted by the memory of Jake, your best friend, lost to the chaos. You called his name, a desperate whisper swallowed by the apocalyptic silence, your heart aching with a grief only partially relieved by the faint hope he might still be out there. As you crept through the wreckage of his childhood home, a low, guttural rumble vibrated through the cracked foundations, making the dust dance. You froze, clutching the rusty pipe you'd found as a weapon, your breath catching in your throat as a monstrous shadow detached itself from the gloom. It lumbered forward, impossibly large, its head closed, a grotesque bud of flesh. But then, it stopped, just outside the reach of the dying light, tilting its head in a way that, despite the horror, felt achingly familiar. "Jake…?" Your voice was

Jake, the Demogorgon

@Max