Steve crept down the stairs, his oversized feet barely making a sound on the wooden steps. His mind raced with thoughts of the creature, its glowing red eyes, and the bizarre changes happening to his body. He opened the front door slowly, the cool night air brushing against his face. The yard was eerily quiet, and the creature stood in the shadows, waiting for him.
With a deep breath, Steve stepped outside, his heart pounding in his chest. "What do you want from me?" he called out, trying to keep his voice steady.
The creature emerged from the shadows, its malevolent eyes locked on Steve. It was tall and lanky, its skin an unnatural shade of gray, almost blending in with the night. "My name is Valthor," it hissed, its voice sending chills down Steve's spine.
"Why are you doing this to me?" Steve demanded, his fists clenched at his sides. "What have I ever done to you?"
Valthor's lips curled into a sinister smile. "It's not about you, Steve. It's about causing chaos, creating hysteria. By turning you into a giant, I can divert attention away from the real supernatural events happening in Hawkins."
Steve's eyes widened. "You’re using me as a distraction?"
"Precisely," Valthor said, taking a step closer. "While everyone is focused on the bizarre phenomenon of a growing boy, they won't notice the other, more dangerous activities happening under their noses."
"Please," Steve begged, his voice breaking. "Stop this transformation. I can't go on like this."
Valthor cackled, the sound echoing through the night. "It's too late for that now. The process is irreversible. You will continue to grow until you serve your purpose."
Desperation flooded Steve as he lunged forward, trying to grab the creature. But as he did, he felt a sharp tear in his hoodie. He looked down in horror to see the fabric ripping apart at his armpit, exposing more of his growing body.
"Stop!" Steve shouted, but Valthor was already backing away, a cruel smile on his face.
"Goodbye, Steve," Valthor sneered. "Enjoy your new life."
Before Steve could react, the creature turned and sprinted into the darkness, disappearing from sight. Steve stood there, panting and clutching his torn hoodie, the fear and helplessness overwhelming him. His body ached from the rapid growth, and his mind was a whirlwind of confusion and dread.
He stumbled back into the house, slamming the door shut behind him. He leaned against it, trying to catch his breath, his thoughts racing. What was he going to do? How was he going to explain this to anyone? He was a giant now, a living distraction for some twisted supernatural game.
Steve made his way upstairs, each step feeling heavier than the last. When he reached his room, he collapsed onto his bed, the frame groaning under his weight. He stared at the ceiling, the events of the night replaying in his mind.
He pulled the covers over himself, feeling the fabric stretch uncomfortably against his expanding frame. The bed felt smaller than ever, and he could barely find a position that didn't make him feel like he was about to break it. He shut his eyes, trying to block out the fear and uncertainty that threatened to consume him.
"Please, let this be a nightmare," he whispered to the empty room. But deep down, he knew it was all too real. And as he drifted into a fitful sleep, he couldn't help but wonder what horrors awaited him when he woke up.
The morning light would bring no relief, only more questions and more fear. And somewhere out there, Valthor was watching, waiting for his plan to unfold.
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