After being dumped on Chief Jim Hoppers doorstep as an infant, Allison Hopper, now a teenager is looped into a whole new world underneath Hawkins. With the help of a young girl with powers, a dnd group, and a friend she no longer knew, can they save...
The repeated beeping of her distant alarm clock woke her up the next morning. After rubbing her face with a sigh and checking the clock she stretched her arms high.
7am fuck.
Looking to her left she spotted her father, head resting on his fist.
He's late for work. Again. He's gonna get fired soon.
She carefully slipped off the couch and into her room.
Her room was her favorite place to be, a twin sized bed tucked in the left corner with 2 small windows over it. Piles of old records she'd bought covered the floor as well as books she'd read so many times. Little knick knacks covered her shelves, polaroids of her and her dad, one of Barb, the old d&d group she was in, and one tucked way back in a corner she didn't have the heart to throw away.
Shaking that feeling away she got dressed.
Will this get me bullied today? Hmmm, probably.
She observed herself in the full length mirror propped up on the wall.
The 2 sizes too big green and brown sweater hung on her like she was a skeleton, just the way she liked it. Bleach stained jeans sat on her hips as she slightly teased her hair, giving it the volume she liked.
Checking the clock again it read 7:25.
Sweet, I don't have to leave til 45 so maybe I can make breakfast for once.
As she emerged from her room she checked the couch to still see her passed out father.
I'll make his coffee. I'll be doing his coworkers a favor.
With a flip of a switch the coffee began brewing, giving her enough time to write a note for when he woke up.
you overslept (again), i made coffee. you're gonna get fired.
love you, al
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After pouring coffee into Hopper's World's Greatest Grandma mug and leaving it next to the note, she grabbed the toast from the toaster and headed out the door. Not before looking at Hopper one last time.
This is the only time he actually seems happy.
Her bike was old and rusted as it had been shoved in storage for months. It creaked and cracked as she hopped on and peeled out the driveway. Pausing only momentarily to adjust her walkman, allowing the 1979 KISS album Dynasty to begin playing.
She was dead focused on the road until she's spotting police tape taping off a house, as she got closer the house became more recognizable.
The Byers? What the hell happened?
An officer started approaching her as she stood trying to see inside the house, not seeing Joyce or Jonathan.
Of course it's fuckin' Phil.
Phil Callahan was a rookie on the force, hell, Allison had been hanging around the police station longer then he had.
"Oh well if it isn't the little Hopper, where is your dad?" She gave him a blank stare.
"At home. What's going on?" She moved her head past him attempting to see anything.
Joyce and Hopper were old friends so when Hopper would be busy with work he'd hand her off to Joyce. She always got along really well with Will, Jonathan was never really around or normally stayed in his room. Will taught her everything she knew about D&D.
"Official, you know, cop stuff?" As he spoke she spotted someone exiting the house, Joyce.
"Joyce! Joyce!" Fully getting off her bike she jumped and waved her arms attempting to get her attention. The moment Joyce saw her she began running down the driveway to her, pushing past Phil to hug the young girl. "Joyce, what's- what's going on?" The mother held her so tight she thought she was about to explode.
"It's Will." Allison's stomach dropped. She pulled away from Joyce to look at her.
"What?" She took a breath. "What about Will?" Looking between Joyce and Callahan she was met with blank stares. "What happened to Will?" Her bottom jaw slightly quivered.
"He didn't come home from D&D last night." Joyce wiped a tear that had escaped.
"Well, did he stay at the Wheelers? The Sinclairs? Hendersons?" Joyce shook her head after each name.
"I called them all honey. He's not there." She choked back a sob.
"No. No, no no." Will was the only one who actually saw her, who understood the name calling and bullying. He knew what it was like to be different.
He was her little brother.
"Now, Ms. Hopper." Phil took a deep breath before taking a step forward. "Where were you last night?" Both women shot a look at him.
"Are you seriously saying I would hurt Will? That I'm a suspect?" She took a few steps towards him, poking his chest with her finger. "Will is family, I would never, ever, ever hurt him!"
"Joyce!" Another cop ran towards them. "Will's not at the school either." Allison's heart broke, it reminded her too much of Sara, and how her dad was never the same after that.
"I'm going to talk to Hopper, Allison get in the car." Without any questions Allison threw her bike into the yard and followed Joyce down the driveway. She paused for a second, turning around on her heels.
"And by the way Phil, I was at your house last night. You can ask your mom."
