Hopper cabin

Here's part my brand new fanfiction about a dream I had that takes place at Hopper's cabin that takes place in Season 3, 1985.

"This is going to be the best slumber party ever!" I said excitedly. "Yeah! Eleven said excitedly. I thought for a moment and asked Eleven, "Who should we invite?" "I think know just the person." Eleven said softly. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. "I'll get it." Hopper said as he got up off of his recliner chair. He opened the door and it was Max. She was wearing her season 3 outfit that she wore in Mall Rats "Girls, your friend's here!" Hopper called as he sat back down in his chair to watch TV. "Okay, Mr. Hopper." I said as me and El got up and greeted Max. "Hi again, Max!" I said in a friendly voice! She happy said my name and said, "I'm so happy to see you again!" We then hugged each other very tight. "Oh, hi there, Max." El said happily. The two girls then hugged each other. "So, for our slumber party, what should we do first?" El asked. "How about a pillow fight!" Max said. "Pillow fight?" El asked in a confused way. She didn't get the concept of a pillow fight. "A pillow fight is a game where we hit each other with pillows and see who wins!" Max said. "Oh, ok." So we had our pillow fight, and Max won. The three of us were a bit bored, so we decided to do something fun, so we decided to dance. "What are gonna dance to?" asked Eleven. "Material Girl" Max said with a smirk on her face. "By Madonna?" I asked Max. "Of course!" The red-haired shouted in an excited voice. While we were dancing, Hopper barged in. "Hey, can you keep it down, please?" He shouted. I sighed and said in an annoyed tone, "Fine, we'll turn it down a little." Hopper looked at me with an annoyed look on his face. After dancing, Max, El and I were exhausted. Hopper entered again, this time saying, "Oh, and remember, keep the door three inches open, okay?" We all looked up at Hopper and said in unison, "Yes, Hopper." He then walked away and went back to watching TV. "Let's do something even more fun." Max said as she giggled. "Like what?" asked Eleven. "How about.....a farting contest!" Max said excitedly. "Yeah, Max! That sounds fun!" Eleven was somewhat grossed out by the idea. "Farting?" Max giggled and imitated the sound of a fart. "Uh, okay....." El said, somewhat confused. "3! 2! 1! Go!" I shouted. I farted first, Max went second and Eleven went third. She had the loudest and smelliest fart out of the three of us, and she won. Me and Max gave Eleven a high five. "What's going on in here? And what's that smell?" Hopper asked as he scrunched up his face. Me, El and Max kept farting to annoy Hopper. "Will you please stop farting?! It stinks in here." He yelled. Hopper sighed and left to go to the bathroom. "Let's watch a movie." Max said. "What are we going to watch?" Max though for a bit said, how about Halloween? "With Michael Myers?" Max nodded her head and had a big grin on her face as her eyes widened. "Yeah!" I said. Hopper had already made the popcorn. "Thanks, Hopper!" We all said unison. " You're welcome." Hopper said as he left to take a nap. After we ate all our popcorn and the movie was over, Max took the VHS out of the VCR and had a tired look on her face and said, "You guys must be really tired." I yawned and said, "Yeah, Max. We sure are totally tired." Eleven looked sleepy as well. "Good night, you guys." She yawned and said. Then I got up and turned off the light switch. Then, we all went to sleep.

The End

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Jopper fanfic for @The3rdDufferCharr ! Happy Valentine's Day!

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“Good morning everyone!” said Will, coming into the living room.

“Good morning, Will,” said Mike and Joyce. Hopper was sleeping, Murray was drinking Stolichnaya, and Lucas, Max and Erica were playing Uno. Eleven was eating Eggo waffles and Dustin was right outside the door. Will sat down at the breakfast table, a plate of pancakes awaiting him.

Joyce walked over to Hopper. She shook his shoulder. “Hopper, wake up! It’s 10 a.m.!”

Hopper woke up, his eyebrows raised. He groaned and then got up from the couch. Then he surveyed the room. “What’s the commie nerd looking for outside the window?” asked Hopper.

Joyce rolled her eyes. “His name is Dustin, and he’s waiting for Suzie.”

“Who?”

“His girlfriend!” “Oh, Phoebe Cates.” Then Hopper went and sat next to Murray, and raised his hand out. Murray started pouring some vodka into a glass for him. Suddenly, Murray stopped; he remembered something. “Jim, come with me,” he said.

“What is it?” asked Hopper.

Murray looked at Joyce, and then back to Hopper. “You know… that…”

Then Hopper sat up straight. “Oh… Oh, yeah, right…”

“What?” asked Joyce.

“Um… I… We have some work to do with Flo. At the station.”

“What work do you have there?” she asked Murray, suspicious.

“Well it’s time I set Powell and Callahan straight for ridiculing my accurate theories for so long, dontcha think?” asked Murray.

“Okay…”

“Let’s go, Jim.” Hopper and Murray walked out of the house.

“Bye!” said Joyce.

“Where are they going?” asked Jonathan.

Joyce looked at him and smiled. “To the station. And why aren’t you ready yet?”

“The alarm wasn’t working, Steve woke me up.”

“Glad you two are getting along!”

Murray dragged Hopper to the backyard. He pulled out a small, velvet-coated box.

“So, uh, what’s your genius scheme Murray?” asked Hopper.

Murray explained his plan to Hopper. “Sounds good?”

“Yeah, alright, but who’ll look after the kids?”

“I’ll have Karen pick them up.

“Got it.” Hopper looked to the ground, butterflies in his stomach.

Murray laughed. “You nervous?”

“Well…”

“Don’t worry, the plan is completely foolproof. Besides, I’ve known it since ‘85; you two are a match made in heaven if there ever was one. Even Alexei agreed. May his soul rest in peace. And I told Joyce’s kids everything, they love it.”

“You what?!”

“I told them that you’re proposing.”

“And… they’re okay with it?”

“More than okay. Wait, who’s that?” Murray pointed to a girl with glasses walking in their direction.

“Must be Phoebe Cates.”

“What?!”

“Let’s go, quick.” Hopper pushed Murray into the house. Then he saw Joyce. “Oh no. Quick, upstairs.”

Twenty minutes later, the two men went back outside and then rang the doorbell. Lucas opened the door.

“Hi! Suzie, come!” Suzie Bingham ran up to the door. “Hi, you two must be Hopper and Murray!”

“We’re both enchanted. Excuse me,” said Murray. He ran into the kitchen. “Joyce.”

“Oh hi Murray. Yeah, what is it?”

“I cordially invite you to Enzo’s.”

Joyce stared at Murray for some time, and said. “Yeah… sure. When?”

Two hours later, when all the kids were out of the house, Joyce, Hopper and Murray piled into Hopper’s truck. Hopper tried to get into the driver’s seat, but Murray pushed him out of it. “You two lovebirds are sitting in the back.

The ride to Enzo’s was awkward. No one said a word. Well, no one except Murray. He rambled on and on about how Joyce and Hopper were the best couple he’d ever seen. Finally, when they reached Enzo’s, it was 7:13 p.m.

Murray ran and opened the door for Joyce, and ushered her and Hopper into the restaurant.

“Table for three,” he told the waiter. Three minutes later, the waiter brought them to a table with three chairs. The three sat on the chairs and examined the menu.

“Whatever you want,” said Murray, “It’s all on me.”

“I’ll have fettuccine alfredo and a Caesar salad, please,” said Joyce.

“A bottle of red wine, breadsticks and tomato soup,” commanded Hopper.

“Uh, I’ll have some vodka, thanks,” said Murray.

The waiter nodded his head. “Very we–”

“Hey, uh, Joyce, will you marry me?”

The restaurant fell dead silent. Joyce and Murray both gaped at Hopper while the waiter awkwardly walked away. The other customers looked on in anticipation of some drama.

“Jim! Too fast!” whispered Murray.

But then Joyce smiled. “Of course! I’ll need to ask the boys first but—”

“Already done,” said Murray.

Then Hopper tossed Murray the velvet box. She caught it and opened it. Inside was a large diamond ring.

“Oh… It’s… It’s beautiful!”

“Just like you,” said Hopper.

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Sorry it's so short 😭

We all saw who stepped out the helicopter that landed yesterday. It was a Russian man. He was wearing the same winter outfit that Soviets would wear. "Who are you?" I asked. "This is Yuri." Hopper said. "Yuri? You know this man?" I asked. "Yes. He's our.....friend." Joyce said nervously. "Uh.....ok." I replied nervously. "Hey! What's your name?" Asked Yuri, chuckling as he hugged me tight and patted me on the back. I felt pretty awkward. "Okay. We need a way to get out of here and find a back to America." Joyce said. "We can fly on my trusty helicopter!" Yuri said, wheeze-laughing. His tone of voice made me somewhat suspicious about him. It was like he was putting on some friendly little facade. As we were walking over to board the helicopter, Yuri said, "You must be an American like the rest of your buddies." I gave him an annoyed look and said, "I am American. I'm literally speaking English. American English." Yuri was quite surprised and began doing that weird laugh again and said, "Oh, I deeply apologize." I made a tiny groaning noise that no one else heard, except for me. Only I heard it. We then stepped into the helicopter. I was the first one step into the helicopter. I sat in the back with Joyce, Murray and Hopper, while Yuri sat in the front, where all the controls were. "Are you sure you know how to fly this thing?" I shouted as the propeller began whirling around in the air. "Trust me! I know what I'm doing!" Yuri shouted. I had a sick feeling inside of my stomach. "I don't think he knows what he's doing." I whispered in Hopper's ear. "Me neither." Hopper whispered back. "I don't trust this man." whispered Joyce. "Me neither " Murray whispered. "Just fly the damn thing, Yuri." Hopper said, clearly annoyed. "Okay, okay." The Russian man said. "Fly, baby, fly!" Yuri said in Russian. "What?" I whispered. I never really spoke Russian before, nor was I fluent in that language, so I couldn't really understand what Yuri was saying. The helicopter finally flew in the air. Things were going smoothly, until we were flying into a very large pine tree. "Yuri, watch out!" I shouted. "What?" He said. "LOOK OUT!" Hopper, Joyce and Murray shouted. "Oh." Yuri said, clueless. He flew over the tree. "You good?" Hopper asked everyone. "I'm perfectly fine." Yuri said. I had a confused look on my face. But this quickly shifted back to my normal, typical face. Murray and Joyce gave Hopper a thumbs up to signalized that they okay. I also gave him a thumbs up and said, I'm fine, but I really have to fart right now." Hopper rolled his eyes. When we got higher in the sky, that's when they fart came out. I was very loud and it stinked really bad, but me and Yuri didn't care. Anyways, after hours and hours of flying, we finally saw Hawkins, Indiana. I gasped excitedly and exclaimed, "Hawkins!" as I pointed down at the small town. "Okay, where do we land?" Joyce asked. "How about....." Yuri said, but before he could finish his sentence, I interjected and shouted, "THERE!" I pointed at The Wheeler House. "Um, okay." Hopper said. We landed safely. Me, Murray, Joyce and Hopper all got out the helicopter. "Thanks, Yuri." I said. "You're welcome!" He said as he got back on his helicopter and flew away. Murray drove back back to his warehouse and waved goodbye, and we waved back. Hopper, Joyce and I drove to Hopper's Cabin. Meanwhile, Mike looked out of the window of the living room and had a confused look on his face, wonder what was going on. "What on Earth just happened?" Mike wondered.

The End

Welcome to Scenario #5 in the series, "What If?"

In this series, I give you a plot point that has been tweaked, significantly altered, or completely removed, and you can respond with your ideas for what might have happened. Today's question is:

"What if Hopper had told Mike he had Eleven in the Cabin?"

Explore the possibilities, plunge down that rabbit hole, follow the trail of falling dominoes, and use your imagination!

Previous scenarios can be found in our archive.

okay so we know that Hopper jumped into the upside down so that he could basically survive the explosion so in his letter when he writes to a leave the door open three inches is he talkingabout the upside down leave it open 3 in and you can see me? Cuz he'll be in the upside down??

Hey, a space is open. Let’s open the two folding chairs behind the dinette and take a seat!

I have always admired Hopper for the way he cares for Eleven. Playing board games every night sounds like a great way to connect with a daughter who has been denied caring for the majority of her life.

Hopper’s coming back from the kitchen with a red box. What game is that? Oh, we know that one, Spill & Spell! You know, kinda like Scribbage, or Scrabble. They keep it near the flash light behind where he sits. Mike has the same game’s shaking cup in the basement near the lamp, behind the cow’s bum. Hopper’s awesome. He’s been building El’s vocabulary!

OK, here we go. The rules say we square the number of letter dice (such as the four in El’s room, “MIKE”) for each word we form, any unused dice are added up, squared and subtracted from points we have made.

Hopper lets El go first, as is only proper. She shakes the cup and rolls the dice! Wow, that’s going to take a bit of time. Watch, watch, she’s building up the words. HEART, TO, HEART, STAY, CALM, ALL. Grief, she did great. ALL the dice were used so she scored 95 points!

Hopper’s roll. (LISTEN, BREATHE). OK, not too bad. Let’s see, he scored 72 points, but subtracts 9 for not using 3 dice. He scored 63 points.

The game went great, but Eleven still wants to hang out. Cool. Hop’s been showing her all sorts of things to help her learn about the world. Whats she got there? An atlas. OK? She starts flipping through the pages and stops at Soviet Russia. Hopper must have mentioned Murray again recently. What’s she up to? More games, she put her fingers on 63N latitude and 95E longitude and draws them together. What is this, Battleship?

Uchami village, Evenkiysky District, Krasnoyarsk Krai, Russia. They have some info on the side of the page. Hey, it looks like, “ When blue and yellow meet in the West.” A sun setting over the sea. Neat! A lot of the towns and districts in Krasnoyarsk Krai have really awesome flags and Coats of arms. El’s flipping through the pages showing us and Hop all of her favorites!

Hold up! She shoves the atlas at our faces to show us the flag of Irbeysky District. Look at that Eurasian Lynx! I’d hate to be pounced on when, “The silver cat feeds.”

Still going she points out a neat one. The flag of Taymyr Autonomous Okrug. What is that? A compass? That bird looks like a Red Necked Grebe. They migrate from Russia to China during the winter. I bet, “A trip to China sounds nice,” when it gets that cold!

Another one! Good lord! We’re going to be up all night! The Coat of arms for the town of Uzhur is a locomotive wheel with wings. Back in the kitchen we hear Hopper explain that where the wheel meets the track is called the tread, something he recalls from when more trains came through Hawkins. With those wings I imagine you could have a smooth ride, “if you tread lightly.”

Sunrise! We’ve been at this all night! The smell of breakfast is coming from the kitchen, when El seeing something upon a page drops the atlas and runs to the newspaper kindling near the wood stove. Grabbing a paper she runs back to the couch. Hop rushes to us having seen the commotion. Placing the copy of the Journal Tribune alongside the atlas we all lean in and scrutinize the similarities between the Coat of arms on the paper’s header, and the town Coat of arms for Yeniseysk. Hopper frowns, mumbling something about calling Murray.

Hop calls us all to the table. The last thing we notice as we set down the atlas is a note on traditional holidays such as “Pancake Week,” which lasts 8 days! Three inch high stacks of blini (pancakes) would be needed when, “The week is long.” Sitting down to a breakfast of triple-decker Eggo extravaganzas we dig in, hoping that we will always be able to come back together even if a takes a little while.

NOTE: During 1985 Soviet Russia operated two of the world’s largest hydroelectric dams, both of which were located in Krasnoyarsk Krai.

Krasnoyarsk Dam, which was fully operational by April 1971 is still capable of generating 6GW daily, 18.4TWh yearly. Krasnoyarsk Dam is roughly 253 km north of Yeniseysk, and 486 km north of Sayano-Shushenskaya Dam.

Sayano-Shushenskaya Dam, which was fully operational by 1985 is still capable of generating 6.4GW daily, 23.5TWh yearly. Sayano-Shushenskaya Dam is roughly 361 km south of Yeniseysk.