Eleven laid down in hers and Will's room, staring at the window. She didn't know when she'd be able to go back to school, considering what had happened at the roller skate park.

That, and she wanted to wait for her hair to... come back. She hated that the scientists had cut it.

She growled softly and turned away from the window, hugging a pillow to her chest. Joyce and Jim were talking in the living room. Will and Jonathan were at the hospital with Mike, Lucas, Robin, Nancy, Steve and Max.

Eleven sighed softly and she slowly fell asleep, the silence helping in that.

She slowly opened her eyes and she found herself standing in the Rainbow Room. She jumped a little and looked around at her brothers and sisters.

Younger Eleven looked around before she heard a sound. It was a humming sound.

She walked out of the Rainbow Room and down the hallway, tilting her head curiously. There was a closed door next to Eighteen's.

There was a soft humming sound. Eleven walked over to it and reached for the doorknob.

"Eleven," Henry spoke up and she turned to him. "I wouldn't do that if I were you," he said, "Papa doesn't want you to disturb her."

"Her?" Eleven said, tilting her head. Henry paused and older Eleven watched him with narrowed eyes. He was hiding something, she could tell.

Suddenly everything disappeared and she yelped when she fell through the darkness. She grunted as she landed on nothing but cold ground but it didn't feel like ground. It felt like glass.

She pushed herself onto her hands and knees and looked down at her reflection and she nearly jumped back in surprise.

She looked around nervously.

"Hi, little sister," a voice said and she turned to see the same girl that Will had seen.

"Who... who are you...?" She asked nervously, stumbling back. "Oh no, it's okay. I won't hurt you. I promise," the other girl said before she paused and her eyes narrowed for a moment, "you've... never seen me before... have you?"

Eleven furrowed a brow and she shook her head. The girl growled softly before she rubbed her face. "I suppose you can thank Papa for that," she said bitterly and Eleven looked away.

"Oh come now... you still miss him, don't you? Even if you truly don't miss him, a small part of you does," the other girl said, "I honestly don't think I can judge. You are your own person, little sister. Papa was wrong for trying to change you."

"How do you know Papa? Who are you?" Eleven asked, slowly getting to her feet. The girl smiled and she looked at her with an unsettling sad look on her face.

"I'm Nineteen," she said, "your... long lost sister." Eleven widened her eyes and she stumbled back.

"N-no... you're lying! You... if you...! Why!? Stop lying!" She slapped her hands over her ears, "stop it! Stop it!"

Nineteen frowned and she walked towards her. "Eleven."

Eleven glared at her and she thrust her hand out at her. Nineteen froze in mid-step and she growled deeply, anger flashing on her face.

Blood slowly dripped down Eleven's nose and Nineteen grinned before she swung her fist. Eleven yelled when she flew across the darkness and she fell in a senseless heap.

She coughed hard and trembled slightly, the memories of Two and her other three siblings attacking her rising in her mind.

Nineteen walked over to her sister and knelt down. "I had hoped it wouldn't come down to this, little sister," she said. Eleven looked at her in fear and before she could react, thin red crystals burst from the ground and surrounded her like a cage.

"From my room, I heard Two's wails when he was being punished by Papa," Nineteen said, blood dripping from her nose, "I wonder what the boastful fool did to deserve such a punishment."

She looked at her hands and regarded them for a moment before she looked at Eleven. "I'm curious," she said, her eyebrows raised in genuine interest, "surely you know, little sister. Why Two was crying."

Eleven inched away a little. She didn't know why she was scared of this girl. She was powerful enough to take her on but something felt strange. Something felt wrong.

"Eleven," Nineteen said, making her jump and look at the other, "won't you tell me what happened?"

"H-he... he attacked me in the Rainbow Room," Eleven said. Nineteen blinked before she frowned, "now why would he do something so cruel to his own kin?"

"I'm not really his kin," Eleven said bitterly, "Papa... just raised us like that." "Is that what you think? Or is that what One told you?"

Eleven froze and she slowly looked at Nineteen. "O-...One?" Nineteen stared at her before she smiled,

"One is alive but he isn't Vecna anymore. No, no, no," she said, wagging her finger in front of Eleven's face like she was a child who had done something wrong or silly-looking.

"No more of that pathetic name," she said, disgust lacing her tone. Eleven narrowed her eyes.

"By the way... have you heard about your friend, Max?" Nineteen asked. Eleven snarled and the crystals cracked. Nineteen blinked and she looked at her sister.

"If you hurt her...!" Eleven snarled. "Oh, don't worry," Nineteen said, "I didn't hurt her. In fact... I helped her wake up. And I decided to... help her. But she'll pass my message to you and your friends and family; that, I can assure you of."

"What message?" Eleven asked though she dreaded the answer. Her stomach was flipping.

Nineteen gestured to the crystals. "I will take this world and merge it into what I want it to be," she said, "and you and your family and friends are in the center of it all. You will like it. I promise."

The ground shook and crystals burst from the ground. Eleven shrieked in fear and shock.

Nineteen smiled darkly as her eyes glowed bright blue.

"This will be my world, Eleven," she said, "be ready for it."

Eleven watched with wide eyes before she jolted awake with a gasp. She sat up and held her head, beads of sweat gathering on her forehead.

Wait...

She touched her head. It felt soft... fuzzy. She nearly fell out of her bed and ran into the bathroom. She looked in the mirror and froze.

Her hair was back. It was down to her shoulders. She stared at her reflection. "D-...Dad? Mom?" She called.

There were times where she would call Jim and Joyce mom and dad and oftentimes, it would feel foreign to her but she would get used to it with time regardless.

"What's wrong?" Jim hurried into the room with Joyce following and the two paused in surprise.

Eleven turned to them, looking nervous and surprised at the same time. The phone rang and Joyce picked it up and answered it. "Uh, Jonathan? What's wrong?" She asked before she paused.

Eleven and Jim looked at her.

"Max is awake," she said, looking at them.