#with nancy

robin's brain had been racing all morning. the discovery of christopher’s body would’ve been heartbreaking enough, but the addition of the bite mark with mysterious black goo had her heart sinking. it wasn’t proof, but it was close enough in her mind that they weren’t through with a certain type of evil. she knew the news was likely hiding stuff, and the government was probably already trying to cover up the stranger things. investigations were always easier with a buddy, and who better than someone who is a literal journalist. her footsteps carried her into the hawkins post building, where she came face to face with someone, trying to look around. “hi yes, is nancy wheeler here today? oh- i see her; hi!”