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I really have no idea how I ended up here. I really didn't want to watch Stranger Things as I'm scared of my own shadow but hell, I loved it! I watched it for the first time the previous week and since then I've rewatched season 2 three times! And I have no problem rewatching it. I'm addicted! Anyway, this is my first fic in this fandom so be kind. It's Jopper all they way! If you don't adore Joyce and Hop then get out of here. :)

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The human body shouldn't be able to take on that kind of stress and agony.

The seconds passed while Bob tried to get away from the four-legged monster, later known as demodog. He gave her a trimph smile after closing the damn brown doors and the relief that passed through her whole being was exhilarating.

But then a crash was heared and a demodog lunched on Bob's unadulterated body. Breath left her again. Cold sweat drenched her ivory skin once more. Watching the fight get out of him, the light from his eyes disappear. His life being so brutally taken and the blood filling the empty floor, covering it with a scarlet veil.

She was frozen on the spot. She was breathing but didn't feel like she did. She should be able to move but in reality she was paralyzed. Her eyes glued to the scene in front of her.

She could hear gunshots from behind her as more devious creatures entered the reception, headed to the bloody feast going on the previously identified as Bob Newsby's form.

Though this time, more demodogs appeared. They were headed her way and now Joyce had nothing else to do to defend herself. Nothing. Her limps in place, stuck in paralyzed fear and agony. Unmovable grief from the remants of the dead man on the floor that once vacated her couch and laughed his heart out while watching Mr Mom.

But the creatures passed her in their wake for fresh blood. Fresh opened and cut flesh to feast upon. If not her then who? Who else would they take away from her?

Like an unknown force had given her a slap, her whole body without her command changed direction, facing away from Bob's remains. She could see Hopper losing the fight with the creatures and falling to the floor with a shout.

No! Not him too! No!

"No!" Joyce awoke with a start. She looked around her room, glad that it was just a nightmare. Still, the feelings attached to it didn't leave her immediately like the previous nights she woke up from these bad dreams drenched with sweat and tears.

Oh, no, not this time. The view, so easily foregotten and buried before, resurfaced. Hopper, her dear Hop, laying identically to Bob's dead form on th white floor of the entry of that fucking building. His blue eyes, empty from any emotion, open and left to stare at the ceiling. His blood this time covering the floor.

Joyce opened her eyes again to escape from this memore lane. She had this urgent need to see him, touch him, smell him and see for herself that he was alive and well. His heart in it's rightful place, beating rythmically.

Thank God, Jonathan and Will were at the Wheeler's residence for the night. El's restricted outings required enclosed areas for the party to meet and Mike's basement was ideal. Hence the sleepover. Some of Hawkins resident's knew that the little girl was the Chief's daughter but still her outings weren't common. She'd listed for the new school year along with the boys but she still had many thing sto learn till then.

Joyce put on her light cardigan, her shoes and grabbed her keys. She didn't know what she'd tell Hopper exactly but all she knew was that she needed to be near him and to really feel him. To see for herself that he was real and there, in the actual land of living.

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I hope you'd like it so far. It'll be two or three chapters long, resulting into Jopper, obviously. It'll get better. Thank you for your time and please remember that while reviews are optional, they are appreciated.

Thanks,

Andriana, Greece