Story [Stranger Things] Monsters Under the Bed - El, Hopper (horror, mush)

A/N: This is a NSWFF fic-gift for @Mira_Jade. She requested El-Hopper mush related to possible bad dream, which will be provided in full in part two. Part one is for another prompt Mira provided: Monsters under the bed.

Monsters Under The Bed

Eleven appeared in the black place, the void between conscious and unconsciousness; the place Papa had send her to spy on…Rush-ans, the place the bad thing found her, and, finally, the place where she found Will.

She took a step to test the floor as she always did. Even though blackness surrounded her, the floor shimmered like…sun on the water. It was solid.

Part of her brain told her that she was dreaming, that this was unconsciousness. She was asleep. Not in the Void at all. But, she was. She had dreamed before. But, it was always Papa, Bad men, bloody bunnies, and drowning. Ways the helmet could have broken. How many times had she thought she died gasping for breath only to awaken gasping for real against the concrete floor of her cell?

She was in the black place, trapped. If she was dreaming, how did she wake herself up? She did not want to be here. She wanted to run. But where? Into the emptiness?

A sound raced behind her. A scratching. She nearly snapped her neck turning to look. She knew the sound. She knew what it meant. She stiffened, too frightened to move. She had no power here. There was no ability to rip the creature to pieces. It would take her and it would eat her and she would die slowly.

The scratching continued. It was the faceless, teeth monster…Demogorgan. Yes, that is that Mike called it. Mike. Where was he? Why wasn’t he here with her? Mike had never been in the Void.

Suddenly, Will was there, standing a few steps away. Dustin and Lucas appeared next to him.

No Mike.

No Hopper.

Lucas waved. So did Will. Dustin was calling her over to them.

They all smiled; Dustin with his toothy grin.

She relaxed. She never relaxed. But these were her friends. Weren’t they?

El crossed the distance quickly, and as soon as she was with them, their grins went slack.

Lucas grabbed her wrist. Dustin grabbed her shoulders. Will started shaking, uncontrollably. His face split. His skin fell away in a in wet spat on the floor.

The teeth. The horrible teeth came at her. She looked to Dustin and Lucas whom had also transformed into Demogorgans. She could feel their tongues on her head. She struggled in their grasp, trying to pull herself free, fruitlessly willing them all to explode in tattered bits of flesh.

The one who was Will looked at her, as if the monster had eyes, consider where to start. It screamed that horrible piercing scream, its face open, exposing the rows and rows of teeth. Its tongue vibrated in the screaming.

Teeth ripped at her cheek.

El shot up in her bed, screaming, clutching at her cheeks as if to return the flesh to its rightful place. She jerked away from the creatures that were longer there, throwing herself out of bed onto the floor. She landed hard, her red hot cheek now resting against the cool of the wood floor. She stole a glance under bed.

Nothing.

The bedroom door burst open, the knob banging against the opposite wall. Poppa towered over her. He opening his mouth to speak, but a long, meaty tongue lolled out his mouth. He crouched down.

She looked under the bed, again, intending to roll under it and escape to the other side. Her breath was stolen by the site of Mike, eyes deathly wide, staring back at her.

El’s voice was raw from screaming as she scrambled back into the corner between the wall and the bed. Her eyes were squeezed shut, tears eking from the edges, and her voice was a rasp.

She felt strong hands at her shoulders pulling her forward. She kicked and dry heaved her rage at Papa knowing he would finish her for real this time.

“El!” came the voice that was not Papa’s. “It’s okay, El!” The voice was strong, loud, and…familiar. The strong hands had become strong arms and they held her, but not to hurt her. The arms were warm and, suddenly, she was pressed into a broad chest. Even as she fought for what she thought was her life, she heard the strong heartbeat…that she recognized. It was Hopper.

“Shhh…Shhh,” he whispered. “You are safe, Little Ellie. It’s okay. Relax and let it go.”

She hear ‘Little Ellie’ and didn’t…It didn’t matter. It was Hopper. It was okay. She was safe.

She relaxed in his arms and felt him relax as well. She did not let go of him, however. She hugged him, almost as fiercely as she had been trying to get away. The she shook with the release of emotion. He held her as long as it took, not saying anything.

“Hopper,” she breathed, resting her head on his shoulders.

To be continued…

 

Bravo! Intense! I'd wake up in all kinds of fits from a dream like that too! Bless HOPPER.