Chapter ten!

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"No- You're friends, they're like El, right?"

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Joyce, Hopper and Eleven all sat around the Byer's cosy kitchen table which was decorated elegantly, as far as a few table cloths, dishes and glasses went. Joyce had made Hopper and Eleven some hot cocoa and they were both sipping on it joyfully, even though the temperature outside exceeded the maximum hot cocoa drinking one by at least 50%.

A large drip of brown liquid soaked the left side of Hopper's stubble as he near swallowed the warm mug. "So-Uh- Why'd you call us here this late?" he asked, whipping his stubble in case of any excess chocolate that wanted to escape.

Joyce placed her mug onto the table, her hands still wrapped around it's radiating warmth. "It's kind of a long story" She started. "but basically, I think- and that's a think- that there are others-others, like eleven- in the house"

Joyce let out a long, deep breath. She had to get it out even if she wasn't sure of it.

"Like me?" Eleven spoke after hearing Joyce' words.

"Like her how?"

"Well, from the lab" She added quickly. Her eyes flickered to Will's door and back to Hopper's somewhat desperate face. "Oh Hopper, I don't know. They have the same wrist tattoo that El has"

Eleven looked at her wrist which was covered by a checkered print sleeve as Hopper asked another question. "It's not those kids Will was with, is it?"

"Those kids? You mentioned them on the phone, yeah, how do you know about them?"

"saw them walking home so I offered them a lift that's all"

"And did they seem..." She paused.

"Strange? Yeah," Hopper confirmed.

El looked up, having been silent for the last few seconds. She'd kept repeating the words 'like me?' a few times in her head, so it would make sense to her. It had clicked after a few times and she knew that they were from the lab. Just like eight.

Sisters

That was one of the big italic words that reminded her of her time with her. So that meant that there was more. Remembering a few of their faces, a small tear fell, going unnoticed by the adults. Sisters and brothers. "Can I see them?" She asked looking away from her exposed wrist which read 011 in bold black ink.

Hopper turned around, to look at his daughter. His only priority. He saw the tear stain and smiled softly. She'd gone so long without answers, many that he could never give her. But this. This he could. He would give her all the answers in the world if he was able. "Well, it's the only way to find out I guess. What's the worst that could happen?" Hopper comforted.

Joyce looked to the hallway that Will's room was located on and bowed her head. "Will?!" She called. "Will you come in here and bring your friends?!"

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"Oh, shit" Will muttered. He looked around his room. Nothing stood out to him more than the large window directly above his desk. Purple curtains hung from either side and an assortment of drawing things, books and D&D items were neatly placed below on the dresser. He thought deeply for a long silent moment before he made up his mind. "The window!, Go, go, go!"

The other three propelled themselves off the bed and in the direction of the large window. Thiago was first through. His last limb leaving the threshold as he completely jumped out the window. Jules was next but she paused and turned around with Quinton just behind. "But what about our plan. -With Thiago?!" She whispered as Quinton practically threw her onto Wills desk.

"Forget about it!" Will whispered, loudly, his hands and entire body shaking, They really had nothing to actually worry about. The worst that could happen was for the other people in his kitchen to find out about his friends, that not even being the most extreme case. They already knew about all the weird things in Hawkins and wouldn't rat them out to some high tech science lab in the heart of New York for a sum of money. And yet all of their hearts were racing.- utterly racing. "There's a small shed off to the right, hide there and I'll come find you later when I can-And stay out of sight" he warned.

Jule was about to stop and say something, maybe meaningful, but Quinton promptly pushed her through the opened window and into Thiago's outstretched arms as he followed. Will lingered by his window to ensure that they safely reached the shed.

"To the right" He retold, sticking up his thumbs encouragingly. The figurines on his window-sill were all knocked over and it was obvious that someone had used the window as some sort of exit.

He wavered, still unable to wholly be sure that his friends were safe and out of sight.

"Will?!"

He shut his window loudly, and hurriedly neatened his things that had been scattered everywhere.

"Will?!" Joyce shouted again from the kitchen table. Hopper through a frantic look to both El and the woman when nobody answered.

She called his name again, an action which gave her many, many negative flashbacks.

She started for his room but Hopper grabbed her hand before it left the table. "He'll come, don't worry." He said. "Or I'll make him"

Back inside Will hurriedly made himself look presentable so as to not attract any suspicion.

His shaking fingers encased the brass door attached to his bedroom door before shoving it open. He first spotted his mother and Hopper with the man's hand on Joyce' and made a confused, quarterly discussed look but quickly tried to hide it, so as not to be rude. El sat right behind Hopper holding a similar enough look to Will's which was a somewhat laughable sight.

Hopper, spotting the weird sort of disapproval from both of the two teens in the room and hastily snatched his hand away from Joyce'.

"Yes, Mom?"

"Oh right-". Joyce' eyes sort of lingered on the place where Hopper's hand had brushed her own, before consulting her son. "Oh-um." Her eyes darted to the empty area all around her son and back to her quests who shared the same heart-racing look. "Where are your friends?"

Will froze. Maybe they already know. He put his hands behind his back to hide the fact that he was fiscally shaking. If they didn't' know, he didn't want to be the one to expose the others. "What-Them? Oh, they left ages ago" he replied, waving his hand airily in front of his mouth. Anyone could have seen through his lies.

Joyce shot an intense glare to Hopper and Eleven and then back to Will, which kept seeming to happen.

Hopper stood quickly. "I swear to god" he muttered. "What way did they leave? We don't have time for this!"

Eleven tried to calm him down by grabbing his arm but he just shook her off. "They're a danger to themselves!" He raged. "Someone's going to hurt them or the other way round and I'm not standing to see that happen"

"What do you mean?!" Will questioned, his breathing heavier with each word.

"Hopper-" Joyce whispered trying to stop him from getting too devilish.

"No- You're friends, they're like El, right?" He said rhetorically. Will tried to deny it but Hopper ignored him. "And they're in danger if we don't find them quickly, so tell us where they are so we can help them!"

The room went silent once more, an uncomfortable type. "I don't-" Will began but Joyce stopped him.

"Honey, we know. They're no point hiding it from us now" she comforted. "just tell us and we can get it over and done with quicker. They'll be safe"

Will thought thoroughly for a moment, his eyes landing onto Elevens.

"Please?" She said simply.

It was only two more people knowing, right?

"Okay then. "he sighed. "follow me"

~authors note~
I love this book so much lmao. Lowkey the only thing that got me through the weekend. Life's been shit lately but yano, when isn't it? This book, Harry styles fine line and my art is enough to get me through the rest of the week I guess. I have the ending planned out and everything, I'm looking forward to the upcoming chapters so much.

Sorry if my writing sloppy, I just kinda wanna write. It's sorta editited but not really so ya.

Hope you all have a nice day and I look forward to the next chapter!

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