Chrissie

“Fuck you,” Eddie said to it as he heaved himself up and out onto dry land. It was going to take more than a bunch of tunnels and slime to wear him down. He could still fight his way out of here.

If not for himself, then for Chrissy.

She looked up at him, completely painted white from whatever slime it was that had filled the pool they had both found themselves in. Blinking at him with one eye, with half her features obscured by the sticky layer of semen, she had never looked more like someone in need of rescuing.

Eddie, always the gentleman, would be happy to oblige her.

His original plan was to shred on his electric guitar as a distraction. But the vines had come alive, and dragged him out of that stupid trailer, so he was going to have to improvise. This Upside Down was sneaky clever: it had separated him from Dustin and stripped him of his clothes and equipment, but it was also trying to distract him.

And not just with a naked, cum-covered Chrissy that he had pulled out of a sticky white pool. It was also trying to distract him with the sight of his only friends being tied up with tentacles and fucked.