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Jonathan opened the door to see Hopper stood there so he moved out of the way so that Hopper could get in.
"Why is he passed out?" Hopper asked as he raised an eyebrow.
"He just killed like 10 people." Jonathan told him.
"Oh. Okay. Uhm. . . Right, bring him over to the couch." Hopper sighed, and Joyce nodded and picked him up, setting him down gently on the couch.
"Wait why does he have hair? Aren't lab kids bald?" Hopper asked them both, frowning slightly.
"I don't know actually, we can ask him when he wakes up." Joyce shrugged.
"Okay, well, I need to tell you what to do with him, and you cannot break these rules, okay? I know they seem ridiculous but we can't risk anybody finding out about him." Hopper started. Joyce and Jonathan nodded and Hopper took that as a signal to carry on.
"Ruled number one, he cannot leave this house until he can at least form a few sentances. If he wanders out into the street only knowing a few words people are going to know something is wrong." Hopper told them.
Joyce and Jonathan both shared a quick look but nodded anyway before turning back to Hopper.
"Rule number two. Nobody like Mike, Eleven, Max, can come and see him. I know they will want to since he's new and all but it's not happening." Hopper told them, making Jonathan frown
"Why not?" Jonathan asked him, scowling slightly.
"Because people will see them coming to your house and they will realise that he is here. After a couple of months maybe they can come over but for now not at all." Hopper spoke firmly.
"Oh, okay. Are there any other rules?" Joyce asked him.
"Rule number three, you need to start giving him reading and speech lessons as soon as you can, okay? He needs to learn how to speak and spell." Hopper finished.
"Okay, yeah we can do that." Joyce nodded, still taking this all in.
"Mama?" They heard a small voice say. Joyce's head shot up and looked over to where Will was lying and he had sat up. She ran over to him and sat down by his side.
"Hi sweetheart, how are you feeling?" Joyce spoke softly, smiling gently at him.
"Bad." He frowned, his eyes glistening with tears.
"Hey, uh kid, why have you got hair?" Hopper asked him flatly.
Will looked at him confused. Joyce took over the conversation in a more gentle way.
"Will, how do you have hair? Did the lab not try and shave it off?" She asked him.
"Kill." Will told them, and Hopper's eyes widened.
"HUH?" Hopper yelled which made Will flinch.
"Hop! Keep your voice down!" Joyce scolded.
"Will, sweetheart, what do you mean?" Joyce sighed, her hand gently holding Will's smaller one.
"Try. Not let." Will told them.
"This makes no sense." Jonathan muttered.
"They tried shaving your head?" Hopper questioned and Will nodded.
"So you just killed them?" Hopper scoffed, thinking he was getting things mixed up. Will just nodded once again.
"Oh. Jesus Christ he is even more insane then eleven was.." Hopper mumbled.
"So. . . What do we do?" Joyce raised her eyebrow.
"Uh.. Maybe just start with the lessons and all that and try and get him to do stuff that would help him fit in at school.." Hopper suggested, not sure if what he is suggesting is even useful.
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General Fiction"Mike so pretty! His hair so curly!" ⋆. 𐙚 ˚ Will Byers - Or '012' - is a child who was kept in the lab for most of his life, but he manages to escape it in the summer of 1985 and finds some kids around his age, but he needs severe help. Is Will goi...
