Nope

Steve could drive. That was maybe the only positive about the whole humiliating ordeal. There was no run through the streets with nothing but the jacket on, legs and ass bare for all to see, there was just curling up in the back of the car while everyone else took their bikes.

Steve opened the door to her home for her. Taking a deep breathe, Nancy kicked the door open and sprinted the whole way across, feeling the wind whip past her legs and up between them, the red in her cheeks never fading. She went inside, right up the stairs, and slammed the door to her room behind her without thinking about anything else.

It took a moment for her to remember to open her window and drop the jacket out for Steve.

She could answer her family's questions later. She'd had enough of that, and what she really wanted was to get dressed again, properly.

Everyone had tried to explain what they'd figured out. The place they'd insisted on calling the Downside Up was like the Upside Down, some dimension that must have been punched through on the way to opening the gate to the Upside Down. The latter was sealed, the former apparently not.

She'd stumbled out a little about what the place had done to her clothes. She had the feeling most of them were rather less worried about it than the murderous demodog equivalents in the other place.

It was weird though. Gates to the Upside Down always seemed to form in physical objects, surfaces common to both worlds. The Downside Up seemed to have portals being created in thin air, by contrast. Eleven had managed to open one, even if it had exhausted her.

But now it was all over. Nancy felt like sitting this particular adventure out, if they were going off to find the main gate to it, wherever it was opened.

She rifled through her wardrobe, quickly picking out an outfit and pulling it on, unable to do so without vividly remembering how she'd lost her last one. Ugh, she was going to have so many embarrassing nightmares about today.

She wandered back and collapsed on her bed. After a minute she heard something.

Nancy frowned, sitting up, and her heart stopped as she saw the veiny white of a gateway in her room. Her eyes widened.

A long, fleshy arm reached through. Nancy screamed, staggering back over her bed, out of its reach. Meanwhile, the whole demogorgon **** its way into her room. It didn't need to look around, eyeless face focusing on her immediately.

Panicked, Nancy screamed again, looking around. In desperation she threw her pillow at it, then picked up a chair as it took a long step closer.

The wood splintered on its back. The demogorgon didn't react; Nancy screamed again. Oh god, oh god, this couldn't be it...

It reached out with its abnormally long arm and gripped her shoulder. Nancy froze. For the moment she felt powerless.

Then she heard tearing. The demogorgon moved with frightening speed, far faster than the dog, wrenching her top from her trembling body and consuming it through its petalled maw. Her bra followed, and her pants were torn before she even realised what had happened.

Nancy wailed, humiliation renewed, and she tried stumbling away; a long finger hooked into her panties to stop her, making her fall down to the ground. She heard the sound of eating.

When she got up the nerve to turn, the demogorgon was walking back into the gate. Nancy stared, incredulous and scared.

The demogorgon had hunted like that before, she remembered. When someone was injured it pushed its way through, killed them, and returned. But the Downside-Up, apparently the creatures there ate clothes instead, for whatever reason. In a multiverse anything had to happen.

And... what was it, had that thing gotten her scent? Whenever it noticed her getting dressed, it would sense it was meal time?

Oh god, no, that couldn't be it.

"Nancy!" Steve suddenly barrelled through her door, holding his baseball bat aloft. He must have heard her yell. Nancy shrieked, moving back against the wall and clutching her newly bared legs to her boobs again.

She cried, it slowly sinking in that for so long as that creature existed, it probably wasn't going to let her wear anything more than the shoes she had on.