Mike is trapped in the Upside-Down

On the other side of the table, Chief Hopper and Joyce Byers, the two adults who cared for Eleven the most, were animalistically fucking as the chief fucked Will’s mom right over the desk.

Mike took a step back. “What the fuck is this?”

A soft cry came from under the table as Max was yanked under the desk, as if she had been pulled from a piece of string. Mike heard soft, squelching noises from behind him and he looked up to see that instead of a ceiling the rafters were filled with wriggling, black vines as thick as his arm. One lashed down just as Joyce Byers moaned in release and before she knew it the slimy tentacle was face-fucking her.

The Upside-Down. This had to be the Upside-Down.

And Mike was stark naked. He had never felt so defenceless, so fragile. Backing into a corner, he put a hand in front of his crotch and looked around for anything he could use as a weapon. Hopper was still pounding into Joyce, leaning down to suck on one of her fat tits even as she slobbered and gagged from the tentacle which was thrusting in and out of her mouth. What on earth had gotten into them?

He leapt out of his skin at the sound of a loud thud next to him. He had wedged himself into a cranny between the wall and the two-way mirror.

Now the frosted glass was fogging up as more loud thuds echoed through what should have been a sound-proof surface. Then the window cleared completely.

The view outside was filled with black tentacles and nude bodies in all sorts of compromising positions. White slime oozed down the window in broad waves, dripping as countless fleshy tentacles and pink bodies smeared the semen into the glass. Numerous naked bodies were stuck to the transparent surface, muffled cries making their way through the divide as slimy tendrils of all sizes filled every orifice in sight. Mike’s heart stopped in his chest as he saw the faces of the victims.

Every single member of his friends and family were being assaulted by the alien vines.