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ᴡʜᴇɴ eleven/jane's twin sister joins her in escaping the lab and joining the dnd party
➤ stranger things x fem!nezuko!reader
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YOUR HEAD PEEKS OUT THE BEDROOM DOOR AS A FAMILIAR RYTHMIC NOD SOUNDS.
eleven unlocks the door with her powers, though not moving from her spot.
you beam as hopper walks through the door.
he had found you and eleven and had taken you both in.
that was around 11 months ago.
and while you didn't really keep track of the time, eleven kept track of each and every day.
you pop up, running towards hopper with your arms extended beside you, pretending to be an aeroplane as you attempt to make plane noises with your mouth.
you hug his leg happily, grinning and revealing your pointy canine teeth.
while you had tried to insist you kept your muzzle on, he insisted it made you seem animalistic and you wouldn't need it.
so after about a fortnight of convincing, you allowed him to take off your muzzle, though with the promise he would keep it safe for you.
though even with your muzzle off, you couldn't really talk.
as you had grown up with the muzzle being on, you were never able to practice talking or saying anything.
though hopper had been teaching you a few words here and there, mostly things like 'please' 'thank you' 'eleven' and 'twelve'.
hopper takes off his jacket, ruffling your hair.
he turns the tv off, which was still playing, taking off his working belt and putting his stuff on the kitchen counter.
eleven still sit in her room, arms crossed.
you let go of hopper's leg, hopping off to yours and eleven's room.
you sit on the bed beside her.
hopper looks down at the half-eaten eggo on the table.
"heyy, what'd we talk about?"
"no signal" eleven says.
"what?" hopper calls.
"no signal. it's 8-1-5. you're late" eleven says in a scolding voice.
"yeah, i lost track of time. i'll-i'll signal next time, all right? uh, and it's 8:14. it's not 8-1-5" hopper corrects her wording as she goes over and sits down at the table.
you also sit at a chair, though just absentmindedly swinging your legs as you had no need to eat.
you spent most of your days sleeping, it helped you replenish energy in a way.
eleven scratches her curly hair, it was now longer and less of a buzz-cut.
"eight-fifteen" eleven copies his words.
"now, what did we talk about" he nods over at the eggos.
"dinner first, then dessert. always. that's a rule" he scolds, leaning forward, "yeah?"
eleven nods, "yes"
they both take the tin foil off their meals, starting to eat as you just bob your head from side-to-side, swinging your legs with a small, entertained grin.
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