My first Stranger Things fic. This is pretty much AU but the characters are relatively the same with a few minor changes. Think of it as a dark parody. It will be part of the same universe as some other stories I've written as part of the Sapphic Zone including Carrie, Hunger Games, and coming soon, Jennifer's Body and Twilight.

"Are you ready?" Steve Harrington asked as he passed Nancy the carton of eggs. Nancy Wheeler hadn't really fit in with any specific group in high school, she was an outsider.

"She's not going to do it," Laughed Tommy.

They had been planning this for a while, Tommy convinced Steve it would be funny to egg and toilet paper Joyce Byers' house. Joyce Byers was a recluse who never left her house, she believed the government was out to get her and something about aliens or at least that's what everyone in town said.

"No fucking way she's going to do it!" Carol, Tommy's girlfriend larked.

Nancy knew she had to do this; it was like her right of passage into the cool kids' group. "You don't have to, Nan...," Steve began. Nancy took the carton and ran. Everyone followed with rolls of toilet paper.

Nancy didn't exactly have the best throw but she did manage to hit the mailbox, front door and window.

"Yeah, take that, bitch!" Shouted Tommy.

Nancy thought she was having fun until the porch light came on. The lights in the living room came on too, it was time to get out of there. While her new friends ran off down the street, Nancy hid behind a hedge to see if she could catch a glimpse of Joyce Byers.

Joyce burst through the front door. She looked tired and confused, her hair a shaggy mess. She looked around at the toilet paper strung up on a tree and egg yolk on her front steps and door. She yelled something that sounded like obscenities. She walked all around flailing her arms about, tiring herself. She sat down on her step and wailed. Nancy had never felt so bad in her life, they were making a game out of this poor woman.

Steve ran back over to Nancy, "Come on, we gotta go!" He tugged her along reluctantly.

Nancy's concious ate at her all night, she couldn't imagine what it would be like to be a laughing stock. She thought about turning herself in but then how lame would that make her look? Steve would probably never talk to her again.

The next morning

Joyce hosed down her door step, muttering and cursing to herself in the early morning. "Fucking kids! Fucking shit heads!"

"Hi," Joyce turned and saw Nancy Wheeler standing in her driveway.

"Yes?!" She asked sharply.

Nancy looked so guilty, so naive, "Do you need any help?"

Joyce put down the hose and marched over to her, staring her down. "Did you do this?"

Nancy spoke softly, "Um, no...I just...I see that maybe you need a little help. I walk by here everyday here and we'll, maybe you need help sprucing it up."

"Oh, ok! So I'm a charity case am I?"

"No!"

"You've been spying on me then! You work for the government!"

Nancy held up her hands and backed up as Joyce got more in her face, "No!" She backed up against the wall, fearful that what they said about Joyce Byers might actually be true. Joyce held a stare for a few seconds without blinking. Nancy stood there with her arms stretched out on the side of the house like a scarecrow.

"So you're telling me my house is ugly?" Nancy found herself unable to remember how to talk, she shook her head.

"I-I'm sorry, Miss Byers. I-I'm Nancy..."

"I know who you are, Nancy Wheeler."

Nancy almost forgot that her brother was best friends with Joyce's youngest son, or at least used to be. "You can help me scrub the egg off my door," she threw a soapy sponge at her.

Nancy really wasn't used to this kind of house work but she did have it coming after what she did. She even pulled some weeds. After 20 minutes or so, Joyce invited her inside.

"I guess I can get you a glass of water or something."

Nancy wasn't sure, "You want me to come inside?"

"Yes," Joyce sighed, "That's where the water is."

Nancy knew this was how kids went missing or how idiots got themselves killed in horror movies. Joyce opened the door for. Nancy couldn't wait to tell everyone she stepped inside and saw what the Byers' house looked like; if she made it out alive.

Tell me what you think so far. More soon!