"See you on the other side," Robin uttered.

Steve smiled. "On the other side."

As he helped her up, Robin began to climb the makeshift rope. Using all her strength, she entered the right-side-up. Letting go, she had expected to hit the dirty mattress. But she didn't. Instead, she fell into a black void of nothingness, screaming her lungs out.

"Steve!" she cried. "Nancy!" Flailing her limbs around, all she could do was sink into darkness.

Suddenly, she hit the gym floor with a loud thump, and Robin groaned in pain. "Ow…"

She recognized this gym as the middle-school gym, not the high school one.

All she had here were terrible memories.

"See you on the other…." Robin's sentence faltered, and she stood quietly, not moving an inch.

Steve turned to face her, confused on why she'd ended her sentence so awkwardly.

His heart dropped.

Robin's eyes were rolled to the back of her head, and her lips were sealed.

"Robin?" he whispered, shaking her shoulders. She didn't react. "Robin?! Robin, stay with me!" Steve pleaded. "Robin, wake up!"

"Vecna," he heard Max say.

"Find something to play her!" Steve yelled.

"What songs does she like?" Nancy called through the gate.

Steve thought to himself, trying to think of anything that his friend might listen to.

He knew she loved "Fast Times' solely because of Phoebe Kates, especially in that one pool scene. God, what was the song that played in that scene? Oh, that's right!

"The Cars- Moving in Stereo!"

"I think I have that one at my trailer," Max said.

"You listen to 'The Cars'?" Lucas asked.

"They're good!"

"Hurry up! She's still in a trance!"

As the group raced outside, everyone but Erica and Eddie joined them. Eddie couldn't leave the trailer, and Erica was there to keep watch.

Please find it, Steve thought.

As Robin painfully stood up from the gym floor, she frantically looked around. What was happening? Why was she here?"

Suddenly, she spotted the 7th-grade version of a kid in her class, Aryn Shawn. That's when Robin realized she was trapped inside a memory.

This had been one of the days that had haunted her.

Robin froze a bit as he and a group of his friends strolled up to her.

They're just 7th-graders. They can't hurt you.

"Robin, we need to show you something we found outside." As he spoke, she realized he wasn't staring at her. Instead, he was looking somewhere behind her.

Spinning her body around, she saw a younger version of herself. She used to have a god-awful haircut… kinda like Will's if she was going to be honest.

"What is it?"

"Just follow us."

God, she used to be so naive. This day is where some of her trust issues came from. Well, there were many things, but this was definitely up there.

Robin stood frozen in place as her younger self followed the group of kids.

"The only way forward is back." A voice echoed throughout the giant room. He was trying to get to her. She knew he was…

The deep growl must've belonged to Vecna. Why he wasn't attacking her, Robin was unsure.

She reluctantly followed her tiny version outside the back doors.

"Where the hell is it?!" Dustin wailed from the girl's bedroom. They were digging through Max's trailer, and she was thankful her mother was at her nightshift. It could be hard to explain this mess.

"I don't know! It should be in here!"

Where did she put it?

Thinking to herself, she tried to picture the last place she'd put it.

She'd seen it before she went to Dustin's house, breaking the news of Chrissy's death to him.

But where had she put it?

And suddenly hit her.

"Shit!' she cried out.

Everyone looked at her. "What do you mean shit?" Nancy asked. She seemed terrified.

"I left it in my bag at your house."

Everyone froze before bursting into curses, flooding out the trailer door.

Walking out the double doors, Robin watched as Aryn shoved her to the ground, causing her to hit her head. Tears fell out of her eyes.

"The hell was that for?"

"Why don't you take a guess, Dyke."

Robin watched the girl's face turn red, and she stumbled to her feet, ready to attack the asshole. Suddenly one of the other bullies punched her face, laughing as Robin shrieked. Another hit from one of the boys. Then another. And another. And another, until she sobbed on the ground, trying to protect her bruised and bleeding face. It felt like forever until the punching and hair pulling and mocking ended. Slurs were thrown at her as she cried.

Robin remembered how her heart shattered while she was attacked. She wasn't sure how thirteen-year-olds could be so violent.

As they left, Robin watched her younger self groan in pain, and tears welled in her eyes. It was a painful memory.

She'd had enough. Running back through the doors, she'd expected to be back in the gym. Instead, however, she was inside her bedroom as her father rattled on her door. "Let me in, you bitch. You Dyke.

Robin screamed, tumbling backward onto her bed as her father burst open the door. She tried to protect herself as he threw punches at her.

Robin could feel the pain this time, and she yelled for help.

"Steve! Please!"

Steve continued to get through to his entranced friend desperately.

"Robin, please wake up! Stay with me!"

Suddenly, Robin's breathing hitched, picking up its pace. He heard a slight groan slip out her mouth as her body trembled. She seemed as if she were in pain.

"Robin, you're gonna be alright; please just hang in there. Stay with me," he begged. He stared up at Erica. His eyes were full of terror. "Tell them to hurry up!"

Suddenly, before Erica could leave, the gang burst through the door.

As her father struck her across the face once more, Robin managed to kick him in the shin, buying her some time. Then, fleeing out of her room, she ran down the staircase.

"Why so scared, Robin?"

Ignoring the voice, she got to the bottom of the steps and stopped.

Instead of her living room, she was in a red scape of land. The stairs had turned into the ones in the Creel House, and the clock, rose-stained door, and remnants of the old house floated in the air. Robin looked around in fear.

This must've been the mindscape Max had explained to them.

Creeping through the goo and vines, she lifted her head to look at the sky. The debris was giant. If any of them fell, she'd be instantly crushed to death.

"I see you've been , Robin," Vecna said. "You were so close. So close to the truth. How was old, blind, dumb Victor? Did he miss me? I've been meaning to check back in, but I've been busy. So very busy."

Robin felt sick. He'd killed almost the entire family, and now he was mocking the only one left. He's mocking the one who's been framed.

When she turned around, Robin shrieked. There behind her, pinned on disgusting columns, were Chrissy, Fred, and Patrick. She jumped back.

Turning to glance at the stained-glass door, the whole world around her shifted.

She was back in the Creel House, but it wasn't old and dusty. No, it was new. Pretty and fancy.

"What do you mean you left it?" Steve screamed.

"I didn't have much time to collect it, " Max hissed.

Nancy shook her head. "Do you have anything she might like?" she asked Eddie. "I don't know, maybe?"

"Nancy, Eddie, Erica, check Eddie's room. Then, Dustin, Max, Lucas, check Max's house," Steve instructed.

As Victor, Virginia, Henry, and Alice entered the house, she watched everyone smile. Everyone except for Henry.

"What'd I tell ya?" Victor said.

Virginia beamed. "Wow…" she whispered.

Alice ran in Robin's direction, luggage in her hands. "This is amazing. It looks like a fairy tale. A dream."

Robin smirked a little as the little girl sprinted upstairs. "Alice, no running," Virginia called.

"It's so big!"

"This is nice," Victor muttered.

Virginia nodded as they hugged, leaning her head on his shoulder. "Yeah."

But Henry didn't say a word. All he could do was frown. Robin felt bad for him. Was he sad about having to move?

As she followed him upstairs, she knew he was the one she was supposed to observe. Something compelled her to him.

Henry was gazing around, exploring the new house.

Robin paused as in a room; a light began to flicker. It reminded her of the upside-down.

Focusing her short attention span back on Henry, she trailed after him to the bathroom and watched as he opened a vent. Robin flinched as a spider crawled back onto his hand, a black widow. Then, standing at the door, she saw the fascination in his expression.

Robin jumped when someone raced behind her, and she spun around. It was Henry running through the hallway. He was carrying something in his hands.

Looking back, he'd disappeared from the bathroom. Robin wasn't quite sure how Vecna's powers worked, but it was damn disorienting.

Hurrying after him, she followed him to the attic. Of course this kid liked attics. Everyone apparently liked attics.

Sociopaths.

Climbing into the attic, careful not to trip on the steep stairs, Robin got her first sign that something was wrong with Henry.

The candles they saw in the Creel House were now lit on a few boxes, glasses of spiders surrounding them. He closely observed them. This kid was so creepy.

He was drawing them and looking at his paper, and she watched him color a picture of a spider. Like seriously, it was way too accurate for a ten-year-old. That being said, Robin could draw for her life.

A few minutes later, Henry descended the staircase, and Robin hesitantly followed.

He stopped in front of the old grandfather clock, and Robin watched him stare for an uncomfortably long amount of time. Henry closed his eyes. She gasped as the hands started turning, and he wiped the blood off his nose, exactly like that girl did. She was told her name was Eleven, but she never really got to know her before she moved.

An animal screamed behind her, and Robin was outside when she quickly circled around. It was a rabbit caught on a stick, trying to break its leg free.

Before Robin could help it, Henry Creel had already strolled over to it.

Robin covered her mouth, and he brutally killed it, snapping every bone in the poor creature's body. She wanted to vomit.

Dashing back inside, her heart beating a hundred miles per hour, she shoved the door close behind her. Robin abruptly heard a baby shriek from somewhere to her left.

Turning her head, she saw Victor in the study, staring at the fire from his chair. A baby cradled rocked as it burned.

Robin shrieked aloud.

Star's shining right above you…

'Dream a Little Dream of Me' was playing somewhere in the house.

Walking through the living room and into the dining room, Robin watched as Victor tried to turn the radio off. Then, suddenly, the lights began to flicker, and she watched as Henry closed his eyes.

He took Virginia first, just like Victor had said.

Jumping back as Virginia shot into the air, Robin stood in shock as her limbs twisted and broke before suddenly falling to the table, dead.

Alice screamed in horror as Victor tried to get his kids away from the 'demon,' though robin was starting to get the sense that Vecna was no demon.

As Victor tried to get through the door, he slipped into a trance, and Henry took his sister's life. Robin stood with his mouth hanging open. She was terrified.

Suddenly, Henry collapsed to the ground and slipped into a coma.

Robin watched as Henry was arrested, and the environment changed to a hospital bed in a dull room. Henry slowly opened his eyes, and an unknown man walked through the door.

And the next thing robin knew, Henry was being tattooed.

Henry was Vecna. Henry was 001. Henry was Victor Creel's son.

"Robin, just stay with me. Stay with me, okay?" He stared up and glanced at Erica, panic in his eyes. "Whatever you guys are doing, hurry up!"

Erica ran into Eddie's bedroom, where Nancy and Eddie searched for tapes like madmen.

"What is all this shit?!" Nancy screamed.

"What are you even looking for?"

"Madonna, Blondie, Bowie, Beatles? Music! We need music!"

"This is music!" he hollered.

"All done," the man said to Henry. "Not so bad, was it? See? There's nothing to be afraid of. Is there, Robin."

Shit, shit, shit!

"Why don't you take a seat, Robin," the doctor's voice changed into a low growl, and his pupils were dead white. Vecna.

Busting open the door, Robin sprinted out the hallway. She guessed she was probably in Hawkin's lab from the white tile hallways and flickering lights.

Most upsetting of all, dead bodies littered the hallway. And not just adults. Children. Their eyes were pushed into their skulls, blood pouring out. Bones snapped in half, and their bodies were left in unnatural positions.

She cried out in terror.

Robin was caught in a dead end, running down a hallway, captured by a boarded door. She was ready to sprint the other way when Vecna turned the corner.

Well, that plan was no longer going to work.

"Robin. What are you doing?" Vecna said. "It's not time for you to leave." He kept on walking as she tried to pull the planks away. "Now that you've seen where I've been… I would like very much to show you where I am going."

Robin became more desperate, forcing the wood planks off. She was finally able to squeeze through the door.

But her luck ran out as the same doctor gestured to what looked almost like a dentist's chair.

"Take a seat, Robin."

She screamed as the lights flickered off, and the next thing he knew, Robin was struggling against tentacles as she was pinned to the chair.

As Vecna walked near her, Robin thought she was a goner. She panted as she writhed in her chair.

Vecna stood directly above her. "I… I want you to tell Eleven- I want you to tell her everything you see."

He placed a hand above her head, and visions raced through her head.

Steve's heart leaped as Robin began to float, not quite touching the portal.

"Robin!" he screamed.

She was going to die.

As Erica watched, she ran to grab Nancy and Eddie.

Steve watched his best friend lift off the ground, and he tried to pull her feet down, but it was as if she weighed three hundred pounds.

He felt hopeless. There was no way to save her. Tears fell out of his eyes. Steve was sobbing, calling her name.

"Robin!"

Robin saw visions of her town being destroyed, gates opening from where the bodies were killed. The last one was in the attic of the Creel House, and she dreaded that it would come true, that someone else would be sacrificed.

"No!" she cried.

As he showed her Steve dying, it felt like her soul was being sucked out of her. Nancy was dying. Erica was dying. Dustin was dying.

He showed her Eddie being devoured by the bats. He showed her several innocent civilians dying in an earthquake.

"No!"

He showed her creatures climbing out the gates. Then, he showed her getting hurt by them. Finally, he showed her Max lying in a hospital bed.

"No!"

Suddenly, she was back in real life.

Her eyes shot open as she yelped in horror. Falling to the ground, somebody caught her. "Woah, Woah, Woah, Robin, you're okay," Steve said as she wailed. "You're okay."

She shook wildly in his arms, and he cupped her face as she sobbed. "Steve," she croaked.

"I'm here, alright? You're back."

Her heart hurt as it pumped her blood too quickly.

She cried, and he brushed the hair out of her face. "Breathe, okay? Breathe."

Gulping in the gross air, she closed her eyes, trying her best to collect herself. She heard Steve telling the group above him that she was awake, but she wasn't paying too much attention.

Exhaustion washed over her body after her adrenaline rush died down. The same thing happened to Max after she was tranced. Robin guessed that it probably had taken a lot out of her.

Fluttering her eyes shut, she heard Steve whispering to her as she tried not to fall asleep. "Tired?"

She gave a slight nod.

Scooping her into his arms, Steve ignored his injuries as he passed her through the gate where Lucas, Dustin, Nancy, and Eddie waited to catch her.

As Steve climbed through, he picked Robin up once more. She curled into him as the gang stepped outside and headed to Max's trailer. From there, Steve took her to Max's bedroom, where Nancy and Steve laid her under the covers. While Steve brushed the grime and hair from her face, Nancy held her hand.

Robin instantly fell asleep, but that didn't mean it was peaceful.

Images of the broken bones and Vecna plagued her mind, and she tossed and turned on the bed, groaning.

The memory of her father beating her came back to haunt her. After that, Robin regretted telling him anything.

The kids in 7th grade calling her a Dyke while hitting her hurt too. It was like a dagger to her.

Robin shot up from bed after a horrible nightmare, startling Nancy and Steve.

"You're alright. Whatever he showed you weren't real," Steve tried to comfort.

Robin shook her head. "But it was," she muttered. "It was memories…. I'll have to explain it to the group in the morning."

"So go back to sleep. We'll be right here all night."

As Nancy kissed the back of her hand, Robin felt calmer. Her friends were there. They were right there.