Our happy ending (Byler) [BEING EDITED]

Chapter Six

March 23rd 1986

1:47 AM

Will's nightmare/Will's room

(Whenever it's in this bold/italic, it's a dream)

Will was in a weird room. He didn't recognize it, where was he? It felt familiar, but he couldn't remember.

"Wha-" He whispered.

He felt for a light switch and turned it on.

The room was bright, and he noticed, he was in Hopper's cabin.

"What the hell?

How did he get here?

Wasn't he in his room?

Is he really in Hawkins?

"H-Hello?!" He called out.

"Shhh" a voice shushed.

He looked over and..

"Hopper..?" He asked.

Hopper looked up and smiled.

"Hey, kid." He said softly, in what El called his 'Dad voice'.

Will hardly knew him but seeing him made him start to cry. I mean, this man is dead.

"I-I- You-..." Will couldn't form words.

"You're dead!" Will shouted.

"No, I'm not... I escaped, and I sent your mother a message." He sighed, leaning back on the upside-down couch.

"What?" He asked.

"Your mom is on her way to save me.."

Will can barely talk. He feels all of his words getting stuck in his throat, but he manages out a stuttered sentence.

"N-No... you're not really here! I-I'm not really here! You're dead! You died! Sh-she saw you die!"

"Not exactly.."

"What am I doing here? How are you here?"

"Like I said, I escaped from the Russians back at the mall..." Hopper starts, but Will cuts him off.

"But- the military said- ... We had a funeral!"

Will was seconds from hyperventilating, this can't be real! Hopper died! Joyce watched!