[ evan assumes things will be normal. he'll work. forget david's there. be almost surprised when he resurfaces. just like every other time.
he works, and forgets david's there, but that's about where it stops, because something sets off a trap after a while. there's been a lot of that lately - deliberate fucking around, pissing him off - and so he grabs his cleaver and goes to find out what's happening, who the fuck is doing shit this time. he can rule out david, at least.
to his surprise, it's not a survivor. it's not that thing back for round whatever. it's not even ghost face. it's the demogorgon, of all things, roaming again, looking for ... he doesn't know what. food? prey? it doesn't speak or even have eyes. there's nothing he can understand with that. it might as well be an animal, and as far as evan's concerned, it is.
it stepped in a trap, but got out by the time he arrives, and now, bloody and angry, it attacks. all it has are claws and that godawful maw of a mouth, which shouldn't be a threat to someone like him. but he didn't fight a lot of wild animals hand-to-hand. this isn't like dealing with a person.
it gets him. bad. he kills it in the end, cleaver hacking off a forelimb and ripping open its threat, but in the process it got a hand full of claws locked around the hook in his shoulder and just about ripped it out of him. he's not sure if that was intentional or if it was just grabbing at anything it could find to pull him closer and try to eat him. doesn't really matter. it did enough damage.
he manages to get back to the workshop and sinks down against the wall. the hook's at a strange angle. more painful than it normally is. he detaches the waders from it, reaches behind his shoulder, and manages to finish the job the demogorgon couldn't with a noise that's just about loud enough to shake the workshop, metaphorically.
now he's bleeding worse, but the pain isn't as bad. he just sits there for now, forgetting completely that david's already down here. ]
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he works, and forgets david's there, but that's about where it stops, because something sets off a trap after a while. there's been a lot of that lately - deliberate fucking around, pissing him off - and so he grabs his cleaver and goes to find out what's happening, who the fuck is doing shit this time. he can rule out david, at least.
to his surprise, it's not a survivor. it's not that thing back for round whatever. it's not even ghost face. it's the demogorgon, of all things, roaming again, looking for ... he doesn't know what. food? prey? it doesn't speak or even have eyes. there's nothing he can understand with that. it might as well be an animal, and as far as evan's concerned, it is.
it stepped in a trap, but got out by the time he arrives, and now, bloody and angry, it attacks. all it has are claws and that godawful maw of a mouth, which shouldn't be a threat to someone like him. but he didn't fight a lot of wild animals hand-to-hand. this isn't like dealing with a person.
it gets him. bad. he kills it in the end, cleaver hacking off a forelimb and ripping open its threat, but in the process it got a hand full of claws locked around the hook in his shoulder and just about ripped it out of him. he's not sure if that was intentional or if it was just grabbing at anything it could find to pull him closer and try to eat him. doesn't really matter. it did enough damage.
he manages to get back to the workshop and sinks down against the wall. the hook's at a strange angle. more painful than it normally is. he detaches the waders from it, reaches behind his shoulder, and manages to finish the job the demogorgon couldn't with a noise that's just about loud enough to shake the workshop, metaphorically.
now he's bleeding worse, but the pain isn't as bad. he just sits there for now, forgetting completely that david's already down here. ]