YELLOW, mike wheeler. (DISCONTINUED)

ten, trick or treat, freak.

y/n puts the white sheet over eleven. she helped her cut the holes for her costume, a ghost. she found it funny since she and the party were going as characters from ghostbusters for halloween.

"come on, let's go show him," y/n smiled, walking out of their room with her.

hopper was making toast for the three of them. eleven and y/n stood behind him, waiting for him to notice them.

he turns around, "oh, jesus!"

"ghost," eleven said.

"yeah, i see that," hopper puts the toast on the plates.

"halloween," she added.

"sure is," he responded. "but right now, it's breakfast, okay? come on, let's eat."

eleven glanced at y/n before looking at hopper again, hoping he would let her go trick or treating with her, "they wouldn't see me."

"who wouldn't see you?" hopper asked, walking over to the table.

"the bad men."

"what are you talking about?"

"trick or treat."

"you want to to trick-or-treating?" he questioned.

she nods, "i could go with y/n."

hopper glanced at y/n who looked at him with hopeful eyes, "you two know the rules."

"yes, but-"

"yeah, so you know the answer."

"no, but they wouldn't see me."

"no. hey, i don't care."

"but they wouldn't see me."

"i don't care, all right? you go out there, ghost or not, it's a risk," hopper looked at eleven directly in the eye. "we don't take risks. all right? they're stupid, and..."

"we're not stupid!" eleven finished for him.

"exactly," he said. "now, you take that off, sit down and eat. your food's getting cold."

eleven pulled the white sheet off angrily, sitting down. y/n sat down at the table, feeling sorry for the girl and slightly angry at her dad. but she knew she couldn't do anything.

hopper sighs, "all right, look... how about i get off early tonight and i buy us a bunch of candy, and we can sit around and get fat, and we watch a scary movie together? y/n could join us after she's gone trick or treating too, maybe steal some of her candy. how's that for a compromise?"

y/n felt her face contort when he said that they would steal her candy. there's no where she's gonna let them take her candy.

"compromise?" eleven stuttered, pronouncing the new word.

"c-o-m-promise. compromise," he said. "how about that's your word for the day? yeah? it's something that's kinda in-between. it's like halfway happy."

"by 5-1-5?" eleven asked.

"5:15. yeah, sure," hopper nodded.

"promise?"

"yes. i promise."

"halfway happy," eleven shrugged and began to eat. hopper reached over and ruffled eleven's now curly hair making her chuckle.

hopper looked at y/n weirdly, "what are you wearing?"

"my costume," y/n deadpanned, taking a bite of her food.

"and who are you supposed to be?" he asked.