CHAPTER ONE :

A FAMILY

Twelve innocently nodded quickly. "Yes, I need your help."

The red-haired girl immediately took off the headset on her head. Then she ran her eyes down Twelve's hair down to her toes.

Twelve, thin white hair that was nearly bald. Also her feet are definitely not wearing shoes.

The girl who was still looking at Twelve then asked. "You... from the Hawkins Lab?"

Hearing the words of the woman, Twelve reflex surprised. "H-how..."

"Come on, let's go inside."
The woman took Twelve by the hand into her house without further ado.

Entering this house, Twelve's body felt warmer because most of the houses were built of wood.

In the living room there is a sofa and the girl asked her to sit there.

Actually, not only two of them. But about four teenage boy and one teenage girl with bangs sitting on the sofa as well.

The girl with bangs who had been sitting reflexively stood up when she saw Twelve's clothes. Those clothes were certainly worn by all the child prisoners who were tortured at the Hawkins Laboratory.

The brown-haired girl approached Twelve with a curious face. She then held Twelve's left hand making Twelve brushed aside by reflex.

"It's okay, I'm a good person." The girl said softly.

Twelve still had a frightened face and then was sure that she stretched out her hand.

The brunette girl took Twelve's hand and turned it over.
The girl glared when she saw the number 012 in Twelve's hand.

"Twelve?!"

The girl said and Twelve nodded. Finally, the girl in front of her extended her left hand and showed the number 011 on her arm.

"Eleven...?"

"Yes!"

Twelve suddenly smiled broadly when she managed to find her sister, she then hugged Eleven tightly when Eleven held both of Twelve's shoulders afterwards.

"How did you get here?"

"Uhm.. may I explain while sitting?" Twelve asked innocently.

The red-haired girl with the headset around her neck laughed.
"Haha, sure. Come on."

Twelve smiled, she then sat next to Eleven on the couch in her house.

She looked and tried to recognize the faces of the four teenage boys in front of her. One has curly hair, the other two have long hair and one has straight hair.

"Oh yes, Twelve. Meet my friends."
"That's Dustin." Twelve said pointing at the man wearing the hat.

"Next to him are Mike and Will." Eleven said pointing at two long-haired men. One of them waved.

"And the one next to Max is called Lucas."

"Max?"

"Oh yeah, hey Twelve. That's me." Said the woman with the headset who had opened the door for Twelve earlier.

"Oh hi Max, thanks for opening the door so quickly."

"Haha, it's nothing!"

Eleven seemed to smile seeing Twelve and Maxine's conversation. "Twelve, can you tell me now why you ran away?"

Twelve woke up. "O-oh yeah.."

"Uhm..."
"It all started with Ten always talking about you, Eleven."
"And... some time ago Papa trained me as usual."

"You know what? I saw... a very terrible incident, it scared me...so much."

Dustin, the curly blonde with the 'thinking hat' on it, then asked.

"What did you see? Something terrible? The Russians are coming?"

"Don't give her so many questions, dingus." replied Max.

"I-I..."
"I saw them die in an freak way."

Eleven, who had often experienced and overcome similar incidents, then asked. "Like what?"

Twelve lowered his face, she let out a long breath. "I saw their blank stares, until their heads finally cracked..."

"LOTS OF BLOOD EVERYWHERE!!!!" Twelve screamed hysterically.

"Sssttt, dont mind it, Twelve..." Hugging Eleven comforted her little sister.

"Eumm... El, I think you should calm her down in your room." Maxine said giving advice.

That suggestion then resulted in an idea appearing in Eleven's ingenious mind.

"Oh! I know."
"Max, come with me to dress Twelve."

"D-dress me...??" Ask Twelve. "What's dressing up? Some kind of food?"

Hearing Twelve's words, Maxine immediately laughed.
"HAHA, no darling. Dressing up is how you make yourself look prettier !!"

"Okay, while the girls are getting dressed can we play D&D?" asked long-haired teenager, Will Byers.

"Gosh, Will. We're in high school, why do you still want to play child's games?" Mike said replying to Will's words.

"Come on, let the stupid boys talk. Twelve, El. Come on."

Eleven seemed to laugh shaking her head while Twelve only smiled faintly. Eleven then hugged Twelve's shoulder and finally the three girls entered Eleven's small but comfortable room.

Entering it, Twelve saw all of El's room. The warm roof, the walls plastered with posters of famous artists of the era, and all the simple furniture that Twelve found extraordinary.

"This is your room, El?" Ask Twelve.

Eleven turned her head and answered her. "Yes."
"OH YEAH, YOU WILL SLEEP WITH ME LATER!!"

Twelve who heard Eleven's invitation then smiled broadly happily.
"Really? I've never slept in a room as comfortable like this."

Hearing Twelve's words again, Max and Eleven looked at each other. They knew for a fact, because Twelve's or any other child prisoner's room at Hawkins Lab was definitely not proper.

Twelve tried to sit on the small bed that only fit two people.
After taking a seat, Twelve innocently bounced around on the seat a bit like a child.

Max chuckled again.
"Okay, Eleven. Where do we start?"

Eleven, who had such a sweet face, supported her chin while closing the bedroom door.

Max and El see the inappropriate clothes Twelve is wearing.
"Clothes, definitely."

A few moments later, when it was already evening..

"Taraaaaa!!!!" Eleven said turning Twelve's tiny body.

Twelve looked better now, she was wearing a short orange shirt with yellow short pants.

Twelve looks in Eleven's mirror. She opened her mouth when she saw her new look.
"Pretty.."

"Of course." Max said also Eleven looked hi-5 proud of themselves.

Twelve who was still lost in her reflection in the mirror held her thin hair.

"My hair..."

"Uhmm... don't worry, maybe you just need to comb it neatly and add some cute accessories."
"I guess." Max said at length.

"Oh Max! I know you're a tomboy but that's such a girly idea!"

"Oh really??" Max said smiling sweetly.

Twelve turned her head. "Hey guys, thanks for helping my appearance."

Max grabbed Twelve's right shoulder. "No need to thanks." She said very kindly.

"Okay, let's get out."

Twelve and Max nodded Eleven's words. After hours in the room finally the girls came out of El's room.

When Eleven left the room, the two of them, of course Max and Eleven confused.

"Will? Why is it only you here?" Eleven asked Will who was sitting alone with his chips.

"Huh? Because the others have go home."

"What?! Has Lucas come home too?!" Maxine asked looking panicked.

"Your boyfriend? Of course."

"Huh. El, Twelve, I think I should go home now."

"That's right, it's almost dark after all."

Max nodded then took her bag and put the headset on her head, as usual.
"Bye El, Twelve and Will the mischievous one!"

"Haha, Byeee Maxine!"

"No one call me like that, idiot!!"
Max answered sarcastically with her middle finger.

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At first Eleven and Twelve seemed to get along well reading comic books together in the room.
But all that ended when Eleven's adoptive parents came home.

Eleven's adoptive mother, Joyce Byers.
And her beloved adoptive father is Jim Hopper.

Here we can see that Eleven and Will are two siblings. Will it increase?

"Hi." Eleven greeted briefly and sat down next to Jim Hopper.

"Hi--"
Hopper's words were cut off when he saw Twelve standing in front of the two of them. "Why isn't your friend home yet?" whispered Hopper.

Eleven giggled. Se then told Twelve to sit next to her. "This--"

"Hey my dear family, I made hot chocolate for you guys!"
Joyce, a.k.a Will's biological mother, made up the words of her adopted daughter, Eleven. truncated.

"Hot chocolate? Thanks mom!" Will said quickly being seated together.

Now everyone is sitting on the couch.
Eleven, Twelve, Will, Joyce and Hopper. Everyone.

Eleven rolled her eyes. "Alright, here we go."

"Dad, Mom. Introducing this... Twelve!"
"She's my sister from Hawkins Laboratory. Look at her arms." Eleven said, introducing Twelve with enthusiasm.

Joyce frowned. "Twelve?"
"Excuse me, could I..."

"Sure, madam." Twelve said quickly and held out her arm that had the number 012 written on it.

She also showed it to Hopper. "Wow, Kid. You did great to get here."

Twelve laughed when she heard that man's words. "Uhm.. Hopper, Joyce... If I may..." Eleven said in a doubtful tone.

"Can you adopt Twelve too?" She asked quickly, making Twelve reflexively open her mouth.

Will who was sitting not far from the sofa then raised his eyebrows.
"Jeez! I totally agree, that would be even more exciting."

Joyce and Hopper seemed to look at each other with bright smiles.

"Eleven... please don't say adopt, you three are our children." Joyce said in a soft motherly tone.

"Three..??" Ask Twelve.

"WOW, BLOODY HELL--"

Hopper grinned widely.
"That's right, Twelve. You're our daughter now, honey!!"

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