Casey Hopper has lived an interesting life, yet she never had any real complaints. Growing up without a mother and being raised by her single father until he meets someone new. Casey is forced to leave her home of Hawkins and her best friend Steve H...
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IT WAS THE MORNING OF ALL HALLOWS EVE. Casey was helping Hopper make breakfast. The sizzling of bacon filled the kitchen, and the smell of cinnamon from the french toast graced her nose. Hopper sipped coffee. Casey sipped orange juice. They raised and set their cups down in sync as if they were a perfectly oiled machine.
The teen spent most of the morning deciding if she wanted to go to the party. She knew if she asked her dad he would say yes. So, there was no issue there. It was simply as if she was willing to spend her night crammed in a house with a bunch of kids who didn't like her, and frankly, she didn't like them either.
Her thoughts were interrupted by her father shouting, scaring her, "Oh, Jesus!" Her hand came to her heart as she jumped around to find a ghost in the middle of their kitchen. Eleven had a sheet with two eye holes cut out over her head. Casey exhaled in relief thinking it wouldn't be Halloween without a few scares, right?
"Ghost," Eleven says, simply.
Hopper nods, unimpressed, "Yeah, I see that." He turns off the stove and takes his pan to the counter where their plates sit. Casey takes the last few pieces of bacon and piles them up with the rest on a separate dish.
"Halloween," the young girl addresses. Casey could sense where this conversation was going, and it wasn't going to end well for Eleven. She was honestly surprised she was even going to ask. El knew the answer already, but in her eyes, it couldn't hurt to try.
"Sure is," Hopper says. "But right now, it's breakfast, okay? Come on, let's eat."
"They wouldn't see me."
Casey continues to help her father set the table, bringing the bacon, syrup, and butter. He gives her a nod of appreciation before diverting his attention back to Eleven, "Who wouldn't see you?"
El circles around herself as she follows Hopper's movements, "The bad men."
He stops to look at her, "What're you talking about?" Casey slides down into her seat watching the exchange unfold before her.
El stares straight ahead at Hopper who was now sitting, "Trick or treat."
Hopper freezes, looking at her with a blank expression, "You want to go trick-or-treating?" The sheet bounces as she nods her head. Yet, Hop shakes his with disapproval, "You know the rules."
"Yes, but–"
He stands from his seat and gently moves her back toward her chair on the other side of the table, "Yeah, so you know the answer."
"No, but they wouldn't see me," she reasoned.
Hopper spoke firmly, "No. Hey, I don't care."
Casey finally decides to intervene, "I could go with her. She'd be safe with me."
